Morgaine found herself yawning at the ceremoniousness of this-she was, after all, a kinswoman, not a state visitor. They shall see that their king is not too proud to come and speak to them today. But when she went to fasten her gown, her breasts were still sore and aching. I might well have spared her this, for all the good it has done.
k, kinswoman? he said, holding her lightly by one wrist; she saw the wine beginning to burn in him. Are you unsteady on your feet? Sit here, then, and be still. Stay with your father today. It was for this that you summoned me there, was it not? Sometimes, she thought, he could be as infuriating as an arrogant child.
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