Storm Born (1) by Richelle Mead

Storm Born (1) by Richelle Mead

Author:Richelle Mead [Mead, Richelle]
Language: eng
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Published: 2011-12-14T21:47:55+00:00


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imagine she wants to speak alone. Follow, but keep your distance.” Turning, he offered me his arm again and led me off into one of the garden’s winding turns, into a dense apple orchard. Like the other trees I’d seen, these were filled with fruit. Still more apples lay on the ground, round and red and waiting to be eaten.

When we were sufficiently alone, I said, “I’m not dressed for business, not in these shoes. I was dressed for business the last time I was here.”

He gave me a sidelong look. “Women who show up looking as lovely as you do after barely stomaching my presence last time do not come on pleasure. They come for business.”

“You’re a cynic.”

“A pragmatist. But, business or pleasure, it becomes you.” He sighed happily. “I do so wish more of our women would wear pants like those. The warriors often do but not nearly so tight.”

“Thanks…I think.”

We walked on at a leisurely pace while the sky turned orange and scarlet.

“So I imagine you’ve changed in other ways since our last encounter. The very fact that you’ve come here so congenially indicates as much.”

“Yes.” I narrowed my eyes. “You know, I don’t appreciate you telling me that Storm King bedtime story when all the time you knew I didn’t know what was going on.”

“Mean, perhaps. But also amusing—were you in my place. Besides, I did you a service of sorts. I provided necessary background information, Lady Markham.”

“Don’t say ‘Lady Markham.’ It sounds weird.”

“I’ve got to call you something. Our normal rules of etiquette don’t exactly outline anything for your situation. You are the daughter of a king without a kingdom. You are royalty but not quite royal. So you are addressed like a noble.”

“Well, then, only use it in public. Or stick to ‘Odile.’”

“What about ‘Eugenie’?”

“Fine.”

Silence fell between us. The orchard seemed to go on forever.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re here yet? Or should I think up some other pleasantries to discuss?” I repressed a laugh. Dorian played flamboyant and scattered, but he wasn’t a fool.

“I need a favor.”

“Ah, so it is business after all.”

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