Captive Dreams by Angela Knight

Author:Angela Knight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2010-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

Corinne shivered again, thinking of everything that could go wrong. How on earth was she going to cure Mykh, defeat the Dark Warrior, eventually rescue Celeste . . .

Then she sniffed and threw her head back. It was show time, dammit, and she had things to do, no matter what they cost her personally. At least she could pray that Jarred was treating Celeste well.

She smiled up at Mykh, chin high. “We have nothing to fear but fear itself, as a wise man once said. So let’s get this show on the road and kick some butt. Figuratively speaking, that is,” she added hastily.

Mykh blinked then chortled. “As you wish, my lady.” He swept her on board the galley with a flourish and escorted her carefully up the narrow stairs rising next to the cabin. The green and white canopy above it created the impression of a private room with filtered light and dancing shadows. Its only walls, if you could call them that, were the green and white silk panels fluttering at each corner. Its deck was covered by fabulous rugs and cushions and edged by a short railing. The only other furnishing was a small hanging table; it boasted no chairs, benches, sofas, or any other rigid supports. Based on years of writing erotic romance, Corinne judged it as competent to host any sexual act she’d ever written, plus some she’d only heard of.

Mykh seated her on a large cushion much like the one she’d used next to his throne. A ram’s horn sounded as soon as Mykh sat down and the watching throng quickly fell silent. The galley immediately backed away from the pier, oars moving with quiet precision through the still waters. It stopped in the center of the inner harbor and the High Priestess lifted her voice in a speedy, liquid melody, rather like a traditional Hawaiian chant.

When she paused, the cabin’s drummer played a few notes in an undulating rhythm, which the High Priestess answered, followed by the drummer again.

Then the galley departed for the main harbor, slicing between the enormous gates showing Torhtremer’s Great Seal with its dragon and tigress. The only sounds were the drumbeat and the oars’ whispered contact with the water, casting ripples and eddies across the strong, steady waves of the great port. Roses and other blossoms from the morning prayers swirled across the water.

The High Priestess began a new verse but the priestesses answered her this time, continuing the gentle rhythm of the drum by clapping.

“Now we must kneel facing each other,” Mykh said quietly, his voice pitched so as not to carry. “Make certain that no cloth comes between you and the cushions.”

Corinne blinked, blushed, and thought of a question. “Who faces forward?”

“It is tradition that the Dragonheart does.”

“Okay.” Corinne crawled into position on a velvet-covered pillow, glad that her robe was loose enough not to get caught. “What next?”

“Sit down thusly, making certain that all is comfortable.”

Seems easy enough so far, Corinne thought nervously, as she tweaked her skirt out of the way and crossed her legs, settling into the familiar lotus position.

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