Sharon Shinn - Reader And Raelynx

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In this novel of secret sorceries and forbidden desires, the mystic Cammon must put aside his personal feelings for Princess Amalie while he reads the souls of her suitors for any potential threats. But Cammon is unable to read Amalie, and he begins to suspect that she herself possesses magic powers-a revelation which would put her life in danger, and throw the kingdom into chaos.

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Her face was in profile to him, but he could see Amalie’s slight smile. “Nothing very girlish about Valri,” she said. “I love her dearly, but she is hardly lighthearted.”

“She seems to feel that it’s important to stick close to you.”

“She does,” Amalie said, pulling down a book, studying the cover, and replacing it. “It is.”

“Why?” he asked bluntly.

She turned to face him again, smiling, but the smile was a mask. “So many reasons,” she said. “So have we settled that?”

“Settled what?”

“We are friends now? You will come to see me, and you will not wait for an invitation, and you will not give me any of these excuses about not knowing how to behave around royalty?”

He felt bewildered but exhilarated, and it was rare that Cammon was bewildered by anyone. “You might find that I am around too much-that I don’t know when I’m supposed to go away,” he replied. “You might find that I don’t know when to stop talking or when you need to be left alone.”

“I don’t mind telling you to be quiet or go away.”

He grinned. “ That doesn’t sound very friendly.”

She laughed. “I will try not to be too rude, then,” she said. “At least at first. If you will promise not to stay away.”

“I can’t stay away, or haven’t they told you?” he said. “Senneth wants me to sit in on all your wooing. So I can tell who’s sincerely full of admiration for you and who has smuggled a knife in and wants to slit your throat.”

Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands to her mouth as if to push back a laugh. “No, really? I imagine that will make it even easier to get to know all the serramar who come calling. You on one side of me, Valri on the other.”

He was grinning again. “Why not have Tayse and Justin in the room while you’re at it? The whole entourage.”

She dropped her hands but she was still laughing. “Well, I suppose any man who’s willing to run that gauntlet will at least have proved he has courage. That would be something in his favor, at any rate. So are you planning to come here every day, or just on the days I’m expecting to be courted?”

“Senneth thinks I should live at the palace, at least for a while,” he said. “After what happened today-on top of what happened two weeks ago-she thought both you and your father might be safer if I was on the premises.” He thought that sounded boastful and added quickly, “Because sometimes I can sense things. Bad things. I can tell when people have violence in their hearts.”

All the laughter had left her face. “What happened two weeks ago?” she asked.

By the Bright Mother’s burning eye. “Something I wasn’t supposed to mention, evidently,” he said.

“Tell me,” she said.

She was the princess; she could command him. Besides, Cammon had never seen the value of withholding information. “A man had come to Ghosenhall and was planning to kill your father,” he said. “He’d stolen the clothes and the papers of a merchant from Arberharst who had been granted an audience with the king. I could-I could feel his thoughts and his plans-I don’t know how to explain. So I alerted Tayse and Senneth, and we stopped him.”

“What happened to him?”

Cammon grimaced. “I don’t know. The Riders took him for questioning. I don’t know what else they’ve learned from him.”

Her face was thoughtful. “And they don’t ask you to sit in when they-question-someone? I would think you would be particularly useful in situations like that.”

He looked away. “No. When there’s too much pain or fear, that’s all I can feel. I can’t block it out. I can’t hear underlying truths.”

She was silent a moment. Then, “That’s good to know. I would hate to think of you being called in to assist a torturer.”

He glanced back at her. “I think maybe it’s a weakness on my part. Why should I care if someone who’s cruel or villainous experiences a little pain in turn? But, really, I can’t stand it.”

“I don’t think it’s a weakness at all,” she said. “I think it’s a strength. But then, my own strengths are peculiar.”

That certainly invited the next obvious question- What do you consider your strengths? -but he didn’t get a chance to ask. “Amalie, come listen to this,” Valri called, and Senneth waved them over. They joined the other women, and talk about bloodlines and marriages recommenced, and Cammon was once again very bored.

Or would have been, if he hadn’t spent the entire time reviewing his conversation with the princess. Who wanted him to be her friend. And who considered herself peculiar. And whom he would have the honor of defending by magic at least for the foreseeable future.

Life looked to be very interesting for the next few weeks.

INfact, life was fairly dull for the next few days, but that was mostly because Amalie was nowhere in it.

Milo, now, Milo had quickly become a fixture of Cammon’s existence. The steward, no doubt alerted by Senneth, came to Cammon’s room that first evening and assessed the clothing that Jerril had boxed up and sent over.

“No,” he said, and pointed, and a team of footmen carried off every last stitch. They did leave behind one pair of boots, but even those did not impress Milo. “You may wear those, but not inside the palace,” he said. A tailor had accompanied the steward, and he now took comprehensive measurements of Cammon’s body, swore that he could produce a new wardrobe in two days, and hurried off.

“What will I wear tomorrow, then?” Cammon said.

“I am having the laundresses wash and iron some uniforms that belonged to men who served here previously,” Milo said majestically. “They will be brought to you. I believe I have gauged your size with at least as much accuracy as you have managed to do when you commissioned your own clothing in the past.”

Cammon couldn’t help but laugh at that. He could tell Milo was genuinely scandalized, and over clothes ! Something that didn’t even matter ! “Mostly I just put on whatever happens to be around,” he said.

“Yes,” Milo said, “so I surmised.”

It became clear that Milo also planned to control Cammon’s access to Amalie. “Every morning you will present yourself to me-suitably attired-and I will inform you if the princess will have need of you that day, and when,” said Milo. “If she does not, you may consider yourself free until the early afternoon, then check with me again, in case plans have changed. The king would like you to be in attendance at all dinners that feature any guests, which means all dinners for at least the next two weeks. You may eat with the footmen in the kitchen before meals. Someone will bring you bathing water every morning. Make sure you use it. Someone will bring wood for your fire, but you will be expected to make it yourself.”

And so on. Cammon felt himself quickly growing out of charity with Milo, though he knew Kirra and Senneth both were fond of the royal steward. Then again, the steward had probably never treated them like servants. Well, anybody who treated Kirra or Senneth like a servant would very quickly be sorry.

The thought made Cammon grin and instantly restored his usual good humor.

Amalie-or, at least, Milo-had no need of Cammon the morning following his first night in the palace, so he headed down to the section of the palace grounds where the Riders lived and worked out. Despite the frigid temperature, a dozen Riders were in the training yard, practicing swordplay and other skills. Wen was engaged in a furious battle with Tayse’s father, Tir, a dark, burly man still impressively strong although he was nearly as old as the king. Wen had youth and energy in her favor, but Tir was wily. Even without staying to watch the outcome of the match, Cammon knew who would win. There were only a handful of Riders good enough to defeat Tir, and Wen wasn’t one of them.

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