The Stolen Prince (Blood for Blood Book 1) by Tom Wright, K.L. Gee Page B
Authors: Tom Wright, K.L. Gee
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gathered royalty. She curtsied, smiled, and said nothing. King Arden waited, expecting Kara to say something, but when he got a nod from Sabola, he smiled and turned to Prince Sesto, introducing Kara formally. I’m being such a good girl , Kara thought as she smiled demurely at the young man. The prince smiled in return and said nothing. Not even a “hello.” Kara was struck with the sudden urge to coax him. She bit her tongue.
The prince looked older, at least twenty years old. Four or more years older than her! In her mind, she gawked but tried to keep a stoic face. She had to remind herself that it wasn’t really out of the ordinary. She had seen daughters of royalty get married to men twice their age. So glad King Darr isn’t a widower , she thought, hoping her disgust hadn’t reached her face. She tried to imagine a face that was befitting a princess. She tried for a slight and mysterious smile at the corners of her lips, while her eyes remained cold and unyielding.
In order to keep her tongue quiet, she decided to observe her surroundings. King Darr had brought with him at least ten hand servants, mostly Su. They all had blue eyes. Other members of their court, all fancily dressed, were gray–eyed, along with a few of his guards, who had bare chests, like warriors. For the first time, Kara noticed that the prince did not have a bare chest, and she wondered if he had the power to zip. She remembered hearing that he was six of nine boys. It wasn’t likely. If they were royalty, the chances were higher, but a family was still incredibly lucky to even have one member who had the power. Kara wondered if her lost brother would have had it. He was only a few months old when he was taken. The power isn’t revealed in a child till they are at least five or six years old, sometimes as late as ten.
The prince’s men and women, interestingly enough, were all Su, even his armed guards. He had more servants than his father, King Darr.
Other royalty settled at their seats along the long banquet tables—men on one side, women on the other. Farther down the table, Kara recognized men from the king’s war council. Various generals, captains, and minor royalty wandered to their seats, accompanied by their stately wives, sitting in the order of rank prescribed by the tattoos on their foreheads. Several Keepers of the Present helped people to their seats, making sure to mark who was in attendance and where they sat.
Everyone in the room from Atmen was related to her. They were all descendents of the first settlers, who had crossed to this area hundreds of years ago. All bore titles that gave them power across the various parts of the lands. Some were generals, others landowners or slave masters. Kara couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between those from Atmen and those from the coast. Most of the men from Atmen had their chests exposed, looking fit and prepared for battle at a moment’s notice. The women were dressed in beautiful and simple gowns of solid colors, nothing like the frills of rainbows King Darr’s people wore. Her people were regal in their stoicism. Kara felt a swell of pride for her city and her nation. They looked strong, educated, and proud.
Her father stood once everyone was seated. “We sit! We eat! Family, friends, and allies, feast!”
Kara smiled and sat across from Prince Sesto, whose servants stepped back to give him room. Several of them went to fetch food for him.
“Why don’t you—” Kara stopped herself. Prince Sesto looked up, curious. His eyes don’t look as dull as his face , Kara thought immediately. She was going to ask him, “Why don’t you get your own food?” But her mother’s advice to remain silent made her bite her tongue. Quickly, she stood up to fetch her own plate. She hated being served. Her mother grabbed her arm and gave her a look. Kara sat back down, obediently waiting for a servant to fetch her food.
King Darr turned to her. “We have meadows of
The prince looked older, at least twenty years old. Four or more years older than her! In her mind, she gawked but tried to keep a stoic face. She had to remind herself that it wasn’t really out of the ordinary. She had seen daughters of royalty get married to men twice their age. So glad King Darr isn’t a widower , she thought, hoping her disgust hadn’t reached her face. She tried to imagine a face that was befitting a princess. She tried for a slight and mysterious smile at the corners of her lips, while her eyes remained cold and unyielding.
In order to keep her tongue quiet, she decided to observe her surroundings. King Darr had brought with him at least ten hand servants, mostly Su. They all had blue eyes. Other members of their court, all fancily dressed, were gray–eyed, along with a few of his guards, who had bare chests, like warriors. For the first time, Kara noticed that the prince did not have a bare chest, and she wondered if he had the power to zip. She remembered hearing that he was six of nine boys. It wasn’t likely. If they were royalty, the chances were higher, but a family was still incredibly lucky to even have one member who had the power. Kara wondered if her lost brother would have had it. He was only a few months old when he was taken. The power isn’t revealed in a child till they are at least five or six years old, sometimes as late as ten.
The prince’s men and women, interestingly enough, were all Su, even his armed guards. He had more servants than his father, King Darr.
Other royalty settled at their seats along the long banquet tables—men on one side, women on the other. Farther down the table, Kara recognized men from the king’s war council. Various generals, captains, and minor royalty wandered to their seats, accompanied by their stately wives, sitting in the order of rank prescribed by the tattoos on their foreheads. Several Keepers of the Present helped people to their seats, making sure to mark who was in attendance and where they sat.
Everyone in the room from Atmen was related to her. They were all descendents of the first settlers, who had crossed to this area hundreds of years ago. All bore titles that gave them power across the various parts of the lands. Some were generals, others landowners or slave masters. Kara couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between those from Atmen and those from the coast. Most of the men from Atmen had their chests exposed, looking fit and prepared for battle at a moment’s notice. The women were dressed in beautiful and simple gowns of solid colors, nothing like the frills of rainbows King Darr’s people wore. Her people were regal in their stoicism. Kara felt a swell of pride for her city and her nation. They looked strong, educated, and proud.
Her father stood once everyone was seated. “We sit! We eat! Family, friends, and allies, feast!”
Kara smiled and sat across from Prince Sesto, whose servants stepped back to give him room. Several of them went to fetch food for him.
“Why don’t you—” Kara stopped herself. Prince Sesto looked up, curious. His eyes don’t look as dull as his face , Kara thought immediately. She was going to ask him, “Why don’t you get your own food?” But her mother’s advice to remain silent made her bite her tongue. Quickly, she stood up to fetch her own plate. She hated being served. Her mother grabbed her arm and gave her a look. Kara sat back down, obediently waiting for a servant to fetch her food.
King Darr turned to her. “We have meadows of
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