“The only floating castle in No’va .” He started for
the door. “Try to get some rest tonight. When I get ready to leave for Luxor,
you can come with me. Lord Gracie’s very good at looking into things for
people. He may just know where to find your father.” He then lowered his voice,
“Or at least see what’s become of him.”
Wisdom caught that
appreciated grin before departing the room. There was no moon that night as the
prince passed by opened bedroom doors. A warm glow of candlelight came from
occupied rooms, where Lexington merchants quietly debated pricing on goods and
town renovations. With Blackavar in charge of his members, he was to lead a
team into town next morning to help the Schevolskys finish repairs.
Wisdom’s own flame
danced upon its wick when a draft of cool air greeted him at the entrance to
the mansion’s master suite. He admired the decor replacing that barren look to
the parlor before crossing over to the adjoining bedchamber. A collection of
colored glass bottles settled over the mantelpiece, treasured from his stay at
the guild, with a tapestry just overhead to liven the blue-gray stonework. In front of the fireplace stood a round table and two chairs. There was even a woodbox for storing firewood during the winter months.
Wisdom glanced to the
desk. A stack of parchment paper, complete with quills and ink, lay ready to
use. He could see himself counting out various percentages of town earnings
once the merchants began to sell their wares. It was both exhilarating and
exhausting to think of all the possibilities the clan would provide, as well as
all the responsibilities to go with it.
He headed for the
balcony, passing the canopied bed with its midnight blue drapery and top
coverings wavering in the breeze. Double stained-glass doors had been left
open, with a certain someone waiting patiently as Wisdom slipped outside.
Glory’s silhouetted
figure leaned against the balcony wall, an arc of surreal beauty in the
lamplight coming from the main gate below. Ready for evening, she had already
slipped into a simple nightgown. A few locks of her wavy hair nestled over one
shoulder, alluring where the fabric had slipped down the arm. While his mind
could only imagine her unrivaled mien without clothing, reality held the need
for manners at the moment.
A clearing of the
throat drew her attention.
“Hoping we could share
the night together, I see.” That made her smile. “Had you a chance to read the
letter?”
She flashed a warm
smile. “Father sounded so pleased! He seemed to thank you every two sentences
for informing him of my whereabouts.”
“Funny…” Wisdom joined
her by the balcony wall. “You would think Valor would’ve told him first since
he was sent looking for you.”
Glory looked away in a
huff. “I know Valor was sent by my stepmother. Of course he wouldn’t tell! He
only corresponds with her.”
The day Valor had arrived, Wisdom had found the two arguing in the front yard
with clan members and guards ready to pounce at each other’s defense. Having
been Glory’s former, preselected fiancé, the wealthy fish merchant still loomed
in the back of the prince’s thoughts, certain that another confrontation would
take place. Yet, as the guild merchants seemed to have reached town with no
problems from Lexington’s port, owned and operated by Valor himself, Wisdom
dismissed the matter.
A
sigh. “At least things are going
smoothly.”
The warmth of her body
drawing near triggered an ardent hunger to have her closer. As more of his
senses attuned to her desire to be with him, the battle to keep control grew
heavier. What he wanted more than anything was the approval of her parents.
Thus far, Roland Elite had given it. Her stepmother had not. The letter had not
mentioned when they were traveling, but Roland wanted to meet the new prince.
Until then, the two would settle in separate bedrooms. Glory’s was just on the
other side of the adjoining parlor,
the door. “Try to get some rest tonight. When I get ready to leave for Luxor,
you can come with me. Lord Gracie’s very good at looking into things for
people. He may just know where to find your father.” He then lowered his voice,
“Or at least see what’s become of him.”
Wisdom caught that
appreciated grin before departing the room. There was no moon that night as the
prince passed by opened bedroom doors. A warm glow of candlelight came from
occupied rooms, where Lexington merchants quietly debated pricing on goods and
town renovations. With Blackavar in charge of his members, he was to lead a
team into town next morning to help the Schevolskys finish repairs.
Wisdom’s own flame
danced upon its wick when a draft of cool air greeted him at the entrance to
the mansion’s master suite. He admired the decor replacing that barren look to
the parlor before crossing over to the adjoining bedchamber. A collection of
colored glass bottles settled over the mantelpiece, treasured from his stay at
the guild, with a tapestry just overhead to liven the blue-gray stonework. In front of the fireplace stood a round table and two chairs. There was even a woodbox for storing firewood during the winter months.
Wisdom glanced to the
desk. A stack of parchment paper, complete with quills and ink, lay ready to
use. He could see himself counting out various percentages of town earnings
once the merchants began to sell their wares. It was both exhilarating and
exhausting to think of all the possibilities the clan would provide, as well as
all the responsibilities to go with it.
He headed for the
balcony, passing the canopied bed with its midnight blue drapery and top
coverings wavering in the breeze. Double stained-glass doors had been left
open, with a certain someone waiting patiently as Wisdom slipped outside.
Glory’s silhouetted
figure leaned against the balcony wall, an arc of surreal beauty in the
lamplight coming from the main gate below. Ready for evening, she had already
slipped into a simple nightgown. A few locks of her wavy hair nestled over one
shoulder, alluring where the fabric had slipped down the arm. While his mind
could only imagine her unrivaled mien without clothing, reality held the need
for manners at the moment.
A clearing of the
throat drew her attention.
“Hoping we could share
the night together, I see.” That made her smile. “Had you a chance to read the
letter?”
She flashed a warm
smile. “Father sounded so pleased! He seemed to thank you every two sentences
for informing him of my whereabouts.”
“Funny…” Wisdom joined
her by the balcony wall. “You would think Valor would’ve told him first since
he was sent looking for you.”
Glory looked away in a
huff. “I know Valor was sent by my stepmother. Of course he wouldn’t tell! He
only corresponds with her.”
The day Valor had arrived, Wisdom had found the two arguing in the front yard
with clan members and guards ready to pounce at each other’s defense. Having
been Glory’s former, preselected fiancé, the wealthy fish merchant still loomed
in the back of the prince’s thoughts, certain that another confrontation would
take place. Yet, as the guild merchants seemed to have reached town with no
problems from Lexington’s port, owned and operated by Valor himself, Wisdom
dismissed the matter.
A
sigh. “At least things are going
smoothly.”
The warmth of her body
drawing near triggered an ardent hunger to have her closer. As more of his
senses attuned to her desire to be with him, the battle to keep control grew
heavier. What he wanted more than anything was the approval of her parents.
Thus far, Roland Elite had given it. Her stepmother had not. The letter had not
mentioned when they were traveling, but Roland wanted to meet the new prince.
Until then, the two would settle in separate bedrooms. Glory’s was just on the
other side of the adjoining parlor,
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