A Dark Champion by Kinley MacGregor

Author:Kinley MacGregor [MacGregor, Kinley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-10-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

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Getting in to see Damien St. Cyr proved to be even more difficult than getting in to see the king. His chambers were just off those of the king and queen themselves. In fact, he had traveled here to Hexham in their royal company and had kept to himself almost exclusively since their arrival. Unlike the other nobles, he never ate in the hall, nor did he venture out to train with the other knights. His time in the list was reserved at dawn or dusk with only the most renowned of tutors, and during those times no other knight was allowed to be near the area.

It made her wonder how Swan had ever glimpsed the man's cheeks, especially since the prince wore a gilded mask over the top part of his face. He was never seen without a full cloak, even in the dead of summer, with a cowl pulled up to conceal the mask.

Not that she knew what said mask looked like. She'd only heard other courtiers gossip about it. Many claimed that he had been burned as a young man and sought to cover those scars. Others said he was deformed from birth and that no one had ever glimpsed his real face or hair. But if Swan was correct about the writing…

"He will see you, milady."

Rowena let out a relieved breath as his servant stood back and opened the door to let her inside the prince's private chambers.

Nervous and unsure, she entered his chambers slowly. They were lush with burgundy wall hangings and ornate, mahogany chairs covered by plush, dark blue cushions. There was a closed door to her right that no doubt led from this sitting area into the bedchamber.

Damien stood with his back to her, looking out a corner window. He was a tall man. One of intimidating size.

"Rowena de Vitry." He said her name in a voice that was silken and smooth. Deep and cultured. "What brings the renowned Lady of Love into the humble presence of a man such as myself?" She swallowed and wished she knew more about the noble lord before her. But in truth, few rumors were ever spoken about him, and that in and of itself told much about his family's vast influence. Page 131

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And Damien's power.

"I've come to ask a favor of you, milord."

He turned toward her then. Rowena could see nothing of his face or form. His thick cloak held him completely concealed from her. Even his hands were covered by dark gray gloves. There was something so commanding about his presence that it sent a shiver over her.

"And what is this favor you would ask of me, milady?"

"You are to fight Stryder of Blackmoor on the—"

He let out a hiss so hate-filled that it made her jump and succeeded in cutting off her words immediately.

"Forgive me, Rowena. May I call you Rowena?"

Her heart hammering, she nodded.

He moved to stand just before her so that he towered over her slight frame.

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