Ravenhaunt (The Rhynvold Chronicles Book 1) by C. A. Perez

Author:C. A. Perez [Perez, C. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Early Autumn, 30th of Kraephyn, 1548 YG

As the pair stepped forth from the throne room, Selene kept her grip light on Yarvhez’s arm. The princess did not want to send the wrong message. Even with that underlying urge, this was the first time she had touched another boy.

Furthering that thought, as a child, she had hit Prince Bane and Aeron…in fact, that had almost been the norm when play became rough. She was renowned for that. The situation was different now, for she did not know Yarvhez, and touching someone at her age sent an entirely different message.

“You do not have to,” the Easterner mumbled, his odd accent startling her.

Selene locked on Yarvhez’s dark brown orbs, transfixed. She felt her heart quicken; now she was looking this stranger in the face. Hopefully, she was not blushing now, even if she did not feel particularly attracted to this prince. The powder should have covered that.

The princess suddenly remembered that she looked like a painted doll. Worse yet, she probably looked like a fool in a minstrel troupe — her first impression on a potential husband; unlikely that she looked even remotely appealing.

Why am I investing so much on him? Yarvhez is not attractive…not ugly…not perfect. No, I cannot lie; he is not unbearable. Gods above, I came here intending to scare these Koturans away-

-eyes are mesmerizing…say it you fool! she heard.

“You do not…have to…” the prince muttered again, raising his elbow.

Selene let go and stepped away, realizing that she had heard the Prince of Mel’Kotur twice. His lips had only moved in one of those instances, which meant she had unconsciously eavesdropped on his thoughts. For the life of her, Selene could not recall the words of either sentence. The fear of being discovered destroyed any conscious thought.

“We do not have to be linked,” explained Yarvhez. “I only offered you my arm because it’s expected, and I want to be polite.”

“Oh…yes…thank you,” replied the princess, looking away.

A glance back revealed that the undead guard walked a short distance away, its sabatons crunching on the stones. Somehow, she had engaged her magical being without anyone noticing, even her. She could use this to her advantage, though losing control was unsettling.

“Well, what to do?” asked Yarvhez.

Selene knew one Easterner, and she always found herself off-put by his accent. Grandmaster Balthazar’s intonations were like a Koturan’s since they both spoke with a high rising terminal, but the prince’s speech seemed more polished. This foreign tone made every sentence sound like a question to her, but at least the heavy emphasis on r’s and u’s made Yarvhez’s voice more pleasant.

“Tea, perhaps?” she offered, trying to recall Tarpinian habits.

“That would be nice.”

Satisfied that she had made simple conversation, the girl walked swiftly, heading for a quiet spot in the interior garden. She attracted the attention of a nearby servant, asking them to retrieve a kettle of tea. Afterward, she continued in haste, headed for her destination. Once she turned a corner though, the girl found herself alone.

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