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As we were leaving, Princess Alder appeared again.
“A word, Master Nicolo… If youplease.”
I was fairly certain it cut her up to have to say ‘please,’ but she was smart enough to know the best way to deal with Nicolo wasn’t with angry words. Not that she’d get very far anyway, but I supposed that was a lesson she would soon learn.
“Is something wrong,your Grace?” he asked.
No one in the room missed the flicker of fury that crossed Princess Alder’s face as she was addressed with her married title rather than her royal one. But she controlled herself.
“I request a minute of your time. It is… important.”
“Very well.”
Whatever history there was between the two of them, Nicolo was a royalist and didn’t refuse such polite requests lightly.
He turned to Whitethorn. “Take the men out and saddle up.”
Then he crossed the hall and exited with Princess Alder. Her husband hadn’t shown up to see us off and I wondered if the princess planned on inviting Nicolo in for a private audience.
Whitethorn was hustling the men as I watched Nicolo leave. Yes, Nicolo had said to take themenout and saddle up, but as far as I was concerned ‘men’ didn’t include me. Perhaps he had meant it to, but I had my excuse.
Moving as silently as only a trained assassin can, I padded after Nicolo and the princess where they retreated to a side room. Princess Alder drew a curtain across the door, but it was no trouble for me to twitch it back enough to peer through.
“You’ve been very bad to me,” she said as she approached Nicolo and started circling him, tracing a finger across his chest as she did so.
“Your Highness?” Nicolo seemed completely unmoved by her seductive tone. Bored even.
“What you’ve done to my house,” whispered the princess, her hand now sliding lower to stoke across Nicolo’s ass.
Nicolo looked straight at her and the scowl never left his features. “In general, I have never approved of men who see fit to ‘discipline’ their wives,” he said, catching Alder’s interest just as he caught mine. “I consider it unnecessary, unmanly and cruel.”
“Well, that is—”
“But in your case, I would hand Prius the rod and tell him to stop only when he was physically unable to lift his arm any longer. And even then, I would suggest he only pause long enough to switch hands.”
Princess Alder laughed to herself. “And after Prius tired?”
“Then I would take over the post myself.”
She laughed again. “Why is it…Nic… that even when you speak of beating me, I can only imagine the naughtiest of images?”
The scowl on his face deepened. “Was there a reason you called me here, Your Highness? Or are you just giving your friend more time to escape?”
Princess Alder pouted. “Why do you insist on thinking the worst of me? You think I would harm my own brother? My own blood?”
Nicolo’s eyes were narrowed and his jaw was tight. “I do not ‘think’ it. I am sure of it.”
“You didn’t used to be so hard on me.” The princess grinned. “Although, having said that…” She stood close to Nicolo, sliding a hand down his front till she reached what she was looking for and squeezed. Even Nicolo couldn’t stop himself reacting and Alder’s smile widened, her expression victorious.
“At least one part of you doesn’t seem so angry with me,” she purred up at him.
“Purely a physical reaction,” growled Nicolo, though he didn’t remove her hand, which was now trespassing under his tunic and moving back and forth at an even pace. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t stop her? Why didn’t he throw her away from him? Unless… unless he was enjoying it?
Princess Alder was an attractive woman. I didn’t like to admit it, but she was, even if there was a hardness to that beauty. She was six or seven years older than Nicolo (there were roughly two years between each of the royal children) and I couldn’t help wondering what past they might have had, and how old Nicolo had been when those events had clearly occurred.
“It was always purely physical between us,” the princess said as she kissed her way along Nicolo’s jawline. “It could be again. We had fun together, Nic, did we not?”
“If that’s how you choose to remember it...”
