“These
are your lodgings?” Clajak smirked at the bouquets of flowers lining the walls.
His grin grew even larger when they went inside the suite of rooms.
Egilka
managed not to cringe. The suite was sumptuous, obviously designed to be a
romantic retreat. Aromatic flowers abounded, along with art vids depicting
sensual scenes. The furnishings were soft and billowy, inviting the guests to
lounge or wallow as their wants dictated. The large sleeping surface in
particular beckoned with the softest of furs and mirrored surfaces surrounding
it. Egilka had been all too aware that one closet boasted items that would
shame the brothel they’d just run from.
Clajak
chortled, opening that particular closet at once and discovering all the toys.
“Well, well. I appreciate all you’re
doing to lure me to your side, Imdiko.”
Egilka
kept his back ramrod straight and voice cool. “Don’t look at me. The room was arranged for by – one of your
parents.”
At the
last second, Egilka refrained from telling Clajak it had been his mother who
had arranged for the lodgings. “I took care of it myself,” she breezily
informed him as he’d set off. “I hope you will be comfortable.”
Comfort
was the last thing Egilka was right now, thinking of how Irdis had
not-so-subtly pushed this moment upon him. At Clajak’s frown, he knew the
prince realized also who was behind this setting of love and passion. The frown was chased by a look of great
discomfort.
Good.
Egilka wasn’t the only one embarrassed by the empress’ attempt to bring them
together. It had to be worse for Clajak since the perpetrator was his own
mother.
Releasing mid-December 2015
Come on Tracy! December? Nooo you can't be that cruel!
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