Storm Born Chapter Twenty

I became only when mortal the next morning, the last bum arounding memories of magic rec sever tout ensembleyed only in theory, non in feeling. I wanted to try to explain the inhalation-memory to Kiyo, how Id at last rec on the wholeed what happened between Storm King and me forward Roland kil conduct him. plainly I didnt know how to explain it. I barely lows withald magic at all and put in recapturing that terrifying yet glorious feeling nigh impossible.Besides, I had former(a) topics to worry most today. It was Beltane Eve.I set up myself industrious al nigh from the crack of dawn. Beltane or May Day ushers in the buffet of life to the year many western European cultures consider it a peak day for fertility and c one timeption. Apparently many transcendental creatures do too. Like Halloween or Samhain the gates between the worlds open, facilitating passage between public and the Otherworldly alike. Midnight on May 1 was the ultimate opening, only the passages steadily increased through turn out the day on April 30.Since my presence at Dorians society tonight was common knowledge, many must pay back decided to wank in their chance before I left the human world. Fortunately, most of these same brilliance and assorted creatures were those who could not have passed through under normal circumstances. This specifyt they were considerably weaker and hence easier to banish or destroy. Unfortunately, when they came in a steady stream, they also became a huge and exhausting annoyance.I got blank space around dinnertime, not long before I was supposed to constitute up in the Otherworld. Hastily, I shed my sweaty clothes and took the worlds fastest shower. afterwardsward, I managed a makeup job rivaling the last one, still it cost me time. With legal proceeding ticking away, I threw on the determine Lara had procured and ran a warm drag in through my damp hairs-breadth. There was nothing else to be done with it. I threw a little mous se into it to avoid frizz, and then I was complete to the desert.Dorian had wisely put my Slinky anchor in a more than secure place than a flimsy table. I appeared in a small chamber where a consideration had awaited my arrival. He gave me a polite bow and then took me straight to Dorians room. Inside it, I found pandemonium.Male and female servants ran in and out, doing God only knew what. Dorian stood in front of a giant mirror, checking himself out in an azure no-account robe. A stout man hovered nearby with about a 12 different robes weighing down his arm. It was the same man, I recognise, whose place Id interpreted in croquet.Eugenie Markham, announced my escort.Dorian gave me half a glance. Lady Markham, so nice to sweet gods. Shes wearing beige.I looked down. Lara had found me a clingy silk crop in a shade she termed champagne a warm osseous tissue tinged with gold. I wouldnt have thought the color worked for me, but she evidently knew me best than I did. The str apless bodice was gathered and decorated with a bit of unsettled beading meant to imitate buttons down the middle. From the waist down, the skirt cascaded in smooth, glazed folds. It fit snugly once morest my silhouette, flaring slightly only when it hit my ankles.Its champagne, I corrected. And whats wrong with it?nothing. Its lovely. He move back frantically to his valet. Its not pass to match any of these, Muran. What else do we have?Muran bit his lip. Theres the green velvet, your majesty. Its quash has that shade in it. Paired with an off-white shirt, it would look quite stunning.Dorian made a face. Silk or satin would be better. Grab it anyway, and see if theres anything else were missing. Oh, and shine just aboutone to do Lady Markhams hair.Whats wrong with my hair?Nothing, were you sprawled in my experience aft(prenominal) a night of passion. A young woman speed forward, and he jerked his head in my direction. See to her, Nia.Nia, a tiny thing with olive fight, c urtsied to me and led me to the parlor where Dorian and I had branch chatted. I couldnt see what she did, but her fingers worked as deftly and complexly in my hair as Dorian did when tying the cords around me. Id only once had my hair done by a stylist, and it had been for a wedding in which a cruel friend had required me to wear orange taffeta. The lawsuit still woke me with nightmares.A slight tingle occasionally b gripeed my skin as Nia worked, and I realized she used magic in the styling. I supposed it was handier than a curling iron, but geez. What a disappointment to set off you had the magical equivalent of cosmetology when other gentry got healing and the ability to stock split buildings apart.There you are, my lady.She took me to a mirror, nervously assessing my re doing. Scattered braids ran toward the back of my head where the continue of my hair had been gathered up into a high ponytail. Shed smoothed and change surface most of that hanging hair, but a few tiny bra ids hung in it here and there. Long, smooth locks framed my face, curled slightly at their ends. Violets and disconsolate ivory sweetheart travels adorned some of the braids.Wow, I give tongue to.Nia w go alongg her hands. My lady likes? actually oft(prenominal).She beamed. With her petite frame and smooth face, she looked about sixteen but could probably actually boast a century. I didnt know how humans wore it.I smiled and gave her arm a small pat. Its wonderful.She looked ready to swoon with joy, and I recalled how eagerly Dorians staff always jumped to obey his commands. Was I inspiring that kind of subjection? Or fear?Dorian swept into the room then, resplendent in a forest green robe made of silk. The edging contained an intricate pattern of ivory, russet, and gold, set off by the total darkness slacks and ivory shirt underneath.Much better, he said, taking my hand. Come, were late.Muran and a few others followed as we headed for the throne room. Dorian didnt actually run, but an urgency underscored his movement.Why the rush? I asked. Dont they wait on your every pleasure?Certainly. But I have to be in there before the other monarchs arrive, or well create a complication of etiquette. Everyone will bow when we enter, but the other monarchs dont have to. If theyre in there before me, itll be awkward.What do you mean by bow? Does that mean A herald hurled open the double doors and announced in a booming voice His royal majesty, King Dorian of the House of Arkady, caller of Earth, protector of the Oak Land, blessed of the gods.Whoa, I breathed. Dorian squeezed my hand. with Eugenie Markham, called Odile Dark Swan, missy of Tirigan the Storm King.I didnt think Id ever make out used to being titled, but my astonishment over that faded compared to what happened next. Everyone in the room rancid toward us and fell to their knees, heads bowed. Dead silence followed. Slowly, intimately in a glide step, we walked down the center aisle, and I attempt to look straight ahead and not at the sea of obeisance.Civilizations come up and fell in the time it took us to r to each one the throne. When we did, Dorian off-key us around to face the assembly and made a small, characterless gesture. I dont know how the others saw it with their heads so low, but they all rose and the drone of life and music promptly returned. People locomote again, amalgamate and laughing. Servants scurried to and fro with drinks and trays. It could have been any human party, save for the occasional troll and weirdy sipping wine. The men dressed in variations of the Renaissance look Dorian seemed to favor, but the womens gowns ran the gamut of bell sleeves and velvet to Grecian wraps and gauze.And now, my dear, we must part ways.I jerked my inspect away from the assembled throng. What are you talking about?He waved his hand. These are the greatest nobles in my kingdom, not to advert the other kingdoms. I must mingle, bear in mind to their simpering, act like I care. You know how it is.Panic seized me as I looked back at all those gentry faces. Why cant I go with you? I mean, we coordinate and everything.Because if I keep you on my arm all night, Ill look possessive and insecure. Leaving you on your own shows I have absolute confidence that youll leave with me tonight, regardless of other solicitations.Oh, my GodIm press release to be hit on all night.He laughed. Dont worry, thats all theyll do unless you wish otherwise. Anyone who touches you against your will would incur the wrath of my entire guard, not to mention most of the guests. It would be a shocking insult.And yet I could apparently go off with anyone if I wanted to.Of course. Youre free to choose as you like.Wouldnt that be an insult to your manhood or something?A bit. But then Id just take five or so women to my bed and ransom myself fairly quickly.Whoa. I feel like Ill be retentiveness you back.Dont worry. Ill see once youre gone tomorrow.I swallowed and looked ar ound, the jokes unable to allay my anxiety. I dont notwithstanding know anybody.He turned me to him and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I had to consciously work to keep my body relaxed. It was still a shock each time he did that.Youll just have to encounter them, then, he said.He strolled off toward the set-back group of volume he saw, and I heard a flurry of exuberant greetings at his approach. pinch stupid and awkward, I wondered where I should go and whom I should talk to. I didnt really do big parties. Too much of my time was dog-tired in solitude to really know how to interact in a group like this. That wasnt even taking into account that these were all Otherworldly residents. Two of my deepest phobias combined into one long evening.Wine? asked a servant who had suddenly appeared at my side.Yes, please.I seized one of the goblets from her proffered tray and took a hasty rough occupying of a sweet, fruity red. Picking a direction at random, I took five steps and was immediately intercepted by a tall gentry in scarlet velvet. He had black hair and a neatly trimmed beard.Lady Markham, he oozed, taking my free hand and touch it. Its a pleasure to meet you at last. I am Marcus, headmaster of Danzia in the Rowan Land.Hi, I said, knowing I would neer again remember his name once he left.He unplowed holding my hand and let his look run over me from head to toe. I suddenly wished the dress wasnt so tight or the neckline so low.I must say, he murmured, Id heard reports of your beauty, but they are paltry things compared to the reality.Thanks.I tried to take back my hand, but he held on to it.My familys nobility extends all the way back to the migration to this world. We are renowned for our fierce warriors. magic trick runs strong in our blood, usually calling to one of the elements. My own inclinations run toward control of the air.As if to emphasize the point, I suddenly felt the slightest of breezes mud against my arms.My heirs will inherit a v ast estate. My house has always served in an advisory capacity to royalty. Even now, I am a belt up personal friend of Katrice, the Rowan Queen. She is a powerful ally.I realized then he was laying out his pedigree for me, quickly and efficiently, much as a breeder might show off a prize dogs papers. I opened my mouth, ready to tell him I wasnt interested, but he just kept deviation.Some men would fear having a warrior consort. They would seek to control you and seize the power for their own uses. He accustomed his head ever so suggestively toward where Dorian conversed with a tall, dark-skinned woman. Not me. I would not use you to further my own ends. You would rule by my side as an equal, sharing in the guidance of our children.Yikes. This wasnt even our graduation exercise date. I managed to break my hand free of his. Thank you, but this is all kind of sudden. Its been really great talking to you, though.Anxiousness flooded his face. But I havent even told you about my famed reputation as a lover Ive got to be somewhere right now. Sorry.I took two steps back, turned, and practically ran into some other man. Beyond him, a few others attempted to linger inconspicuously. In fact this one, I realized, had simply been waiting for me to reject Marcus. He gave me a dazzling smile.Lady Markham, its a pleasure to meet you at last.I sort of lost track of time after that. I never got much farther than that spot and my wine remained forgotten and undrunk. Listening politely to each guys sales pitch, I amused myself by considering just how much I could push the limits of the hospitality rule before getting in trouble with Dorian. Yet, no matter how annoying each guy got, I squashed my rebellious instincts and kept to good behavior.After a couple hours, I caught sight of Shaya, the black-haired woman who had captured me that first night. She walked alone through the room. Brushing off my current suitor, I stone-broke free of the next contender and hurried over to her.Hey, Shaya, hows it going?She looked at me in astonishment, not surprising considering I hadnt spoken to her since my capture. Her gown was midnight blueish velvet with a full skirt, tight sleeves, and a high collar. I didnt entirely understand her whole background, but apparently she was the younger daughter of some noble and had ended up in a armed forces career as part of Dorians guard.Lady Markham, she returned. Mild curiosity showed on her face. What can I do for you?Oh, nothing. ripe thought wedyou know, talk.One flaccid eyebrow rose. She glanced over at the eager throng of men and turned back to me with a half-smile. It seems like you have plenty of guests to talk to.Please, I whispered. I know we arent friends, but just talk to me like we are. Just for a minute. I cant stand it. I need a break. Im so tired of hearing about how big each guys estate isnot to mention other things.She laughed, the sound rich and sweet. Linking her arm through mine, she led me idly aroun d, like we were indeed friends.Ive heard stories about the things youve faced down. And yet, in the end, its a group of desperate nobles who undo you.She allowed me a few minutes solitude, and we talked about trivial things. As we did, I realized something She was really funny. And intelligent. Andnice. Id dismissed her upon our first meeting as a prissy gentry bitch, my attitude supply partially by my capture and partially by the antagonism at dinner. But here she was, hanging out with me like any other person would, her comments both witty and astute.I have to go. Ruriks looking for me, she said at last, letting go of me. She smiled again, amused and compassionate. Put up with them a little longer. Theyre nothing more than a nuisance.I shook my head. Theyre so blunt and straightforward. Its strange. Kiyo and I had once mocked the pretenses in dating, but right now, a little less honesty had its appeal.Then be blunt back. If youre too nice, theyll think they have a chance and will try another time. Most now consider you a high-ranking noble self-reliance is expected. They wont think youre rude.I thanked her and watched her leave, just as a hand tapped my shoulder. I sighed. Time to face the wolves again.Or fox, as it turned out.Hey, I said. beautiful threads.Kiyo stood before me in a beautifully tailored tux, its clean black and white lines standing out in sharp contrast beside the catamenia colors of the other men.I wore it for you. Figured you might like a change from velvet and silk. And as for you His smoky eyes did a quick assessment of me. Ive been hearing a lot of guys drool over your dress tonight.Youve been here for a while? And didnt come talk to me?He grinned. You looked sensibly busy.Well, stay with me now. Maybe theyll leave me alone if they think Im occupied with someone.We found a two-seated bench against a wall, padded with brocade-covered cushions. I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. He put an arm around me.I wish I was out patrolling like I usually do tonight. Fighting spirits and nicknack isnt half as exhausting as this.And so Tucson goes undefended, eh?Rolands on it, much to my mothers dismay. I just hope Ive drawn a lot of the action here instead of back there.We sat quietly for a while, reflection the party. It reminded me of the bar. Alone but not alone. Like any other party, people were getting more drunk as the night progressed. That unabashed knowledgeable contact popped up more and more frequently, and a number of people danced wherever they found room. They moved in graceful strides, reminiscent of dance hall styles I knew.Ive been thinkingabout last night.I looked up at him. Yeah. Ive thought about that a few times myself.You wereI dont know. Ive never seen you like that. Not that weve done it all that much, butwow. You marked me up pretty good.Is that a bad thing?He smiled. No. I dont think so. His fingers brushed my chin and tipped my face up. But what was going on? Howd a nightmare bring that on?I turned my face away. It wasnt exactly a nightmare.What, then?Just a dreamor a memory. It was about my father. And magic.What happened?Iwell, its hard to explain.Eugenie I kept my demeanor light and playful. Forget about it. For tonight at least, hunky-dory? It isnt the right time. We can talk later.He hesitated, then nodded. I moved my face closer, and he brushed his lips against my forehead, down to my cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed, luxuriating as his lips moved delicately down the side of my neck. We turned toward each other, our mouths drawn by some unseen force. And as we kissed, I forgot all about the crazy propositions tonight. There was only this. Me and Kiyo.No groping, I warned, comprehend his hand slyly move toward forbidden areas. I dont care how many other people are doing it. Or how much attention we dont draw to it.Then lets go somewhere private, he murmured, trailing kisses along my shoulder.I cant. You know I have to leave with Dorian. Nothing s going to happen, I added, comprehend him open his mouth. Its just for appearances. We can get together tomorrow.He considered and nodded. only right. But Im giving you a good sendoff tonight.He moved back, and we act our kissing for a bit until a voice said, The gods know Ive seen some strange things in my life, but never did I expect to get hold a kitsune trying to make himself ruler over all of us.We looked up in surprise. I hadnt expected another suitor while understandably busy with Kiyo.Aeson stood there.