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“The queen mother informed us you are in need of a wardrobe. May I have a tailor summoned to take your measurements?”
“What? No. Don’t go to any trouble. However, uh….”
“Yes, my lady?”
“Well, I do need to borrow some clothes, but I don’t need anything new or fancy. Just something to lounge in, I guess. I won’t be here long.”
“Of course, my lady. I will send one of the maids shopping. She will still require your measurements, however.”
“Tell her I’m a medium,” June replied without thinking.
“A medium what, my lady?”
She chuckled at herself. “Oh, I guess you wouldn’t have Earth sizes, would you? What’s your name?”
“Sorry?”
“Your name.”
He turned a little uneasy. “Tenji, my lady.”
“Cool name. I’m June. Just call me June, okay?”
“I…uh…it’s not…um…proper.”
“I don’t mind. You see, I’m no lady, so all thismy ladystuff is a little weird for me.”
The servant inclined his head but didn’t speak her name. “I will send the tailor up right away. If you need anything more, just use the communication system.”
June glanced around for something that resembled a phone or an intercom.
“It’s here, my—” He cleared his throat and directed her to a small screen that was embedded in one of the walls, and showed her how to use it. “Once this evening’s menu is approved, I will have someone take your dinner order.”
She gestured to the cartloads of food. “Tenji, please don’t trouble yourself just for me. Honestly, what you’ve already brought will be plenty for me.”
“It’s no trouble. A grand dinner is always prepared for guests who dine with the king.”
“Oh, I’m sure I won’t be dining with the king.”
“I don’t see why not. It’s tradition. Kings and queens always dine with guests who stay in the apartments next to theirs.”
14
“Did you hear me, Your Majesty?”
“Yes,” Tristan lied, distracted by thoughts of his wicked nights with the little human. Her body was a marvel. “Please continue, Lord Vizguard.”
Since his council members were still out gathering information on the alleged witches, he’d made time to handle some of the kingdoms less pressing matters until they returned.
Lord Vizguard went on about his neighbor encroaching on his land or something. Generally Tristan sat through these complaints with a bit more attention and respect, but forcing himself to focus today seemed an impossible task. “Have the cartographer verify the land is yours and your neighbor will be asked to remove his…uh.”
“Fence, Your Majesty.”
“Right.”
After helping his lords deal with some of their minor problems, he and the council finally convened to discuss the larger issues at hand. This evening, Prince Gideon insisted on sitting in. Since allowing him a seat on the council was a condition of his—potentially—marrying his daughter, should that be what Tristan decided, he saw no reason to exclude him. With his mother on his right, Prince Gideon took the seat to his left, though that was generally where Rayu, his trusted advisor, sat. When Rayu entered the chamber, he only looked mildly irritated and then claimed one of the other chairs.
Tristan started. “Do we have a report from Orik?”
