Twilight's Dawn

before it started.
    She took a sip of the yarbarah, then handed back the goblet. “I appreciate the sentiment, and the dress is gorgeous , but Jaenelle shouldn’t have harassed the dressmakers to get it made for the wedding.” The wedding ring, a square-cut ruby with flanking diamonds, had come from Banard’s shop. It wasn’t custom-made like the dress, but it had been chosen with care.
    “My darling, Jaenelle would never harass a dressmaker or be as demanding about fit and style.”
    Sylvia brushed a hand over the rich red fabric. “Then who ... ?”
    “Daemon, however, makes up for being demanding by knowing exactly what he wants—and being a very generous patron of some of Amdarh’s more exclusive establishments.”
    She felt the room tip a little when she considered the rest of the wedding gift. “The lingerie? Jaenelle or Surreal chose that. Didn’t they?”
    Saetan just looked at her.
    “Oh, Hell’s fire.”
    “Has it occurred to you yet that Daemon and Lucivar are now your stepsons?”
    “Don’t threaten me on my wedding day, SaDiablo.”
    He burst out laughing.
    A minute later, Jaenelle came up to them and gave Sylvia a bright smile that would have scared her right down to her toes if she’d still had any.
    “I need to borrow your wife,” Jaenelle told Saetan. “Lady Sylvia and I need to have a little chat.”

NINE

    D aemon picked up the first letter from the thick stack on his desk and swore softly. The swearing became more vigorous and creative as he worked his way through the stack. By the time Rainier walked into the study to go over the week’s assignments, Daemon was one wrong word away from exploding.
    “What in the name of Hell are these?” he roared, dropping the letters on the blackwood desk.
    Rainier winced. “Ah. I was hoping to get here before you saw those.”
    “And they are?”
    “Just what they seem—offers from District Queens all around Dhemlan to become the new Queen of Halaway. And the same offer from a few young Queens from other Territories.”
    “I know who rules in my Territory, Rainier. Some of these women rule towns or cities that are larger—and more profitable—than a small village, and others already rule a handful of villages. They’re going to give up that income to rule Halaway ?”
    Rainier looked uncomfortable. “You read the letters? Of course you did.”
    “So I know that the letters addressed to the Province Queen, of which there are few, are sincere offers to add Halaway to the villages under the Ladies’ rule because every village needs to be held by someone. But most of these . . .”
    He stopped. Even after more than a decade of marriage, he still felt the raw fury of a vulnerable man whose reputation could be compromised. But that was his state of mind, and he had no right to whip Rainier with that fury.
    “Why did we get these at all?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t a committee from the village or the Province Queen sort through these and present me with a short list for final approval?”
    “Normally it would be done that way,” Rainier said. “But, Prince, your reaction to these letters—and they are only letters—is exactly why no one else is willing to make a choice. No one wants to be held responsible for whatever Queen ends up living on your doorstep—especially if she proves to be too friendly a neighbor.”
    Daemon took in a deep breath and blew it out.
    “If I were you, I would put those aside,” Rainier said. “When I spoke with Sylvia’s First Circle yesterday, they said they had been talking to a particular Lady about becoming Halaway’s Queen and were hopeful that she would accept. She’s supposed to give them her answer today.”
    “She’s one of these?” He pointed to the stack of letters.
    “I don’t know, but judging by how much care they were taking in what they said, they want this particular Queen.”
    “If they feel that strongly, I’ll certainly make an effort not to interfere, as long as the Lady doesn’t think ruling Halaway means having access to my bed,” Daemon said as the study door opened and Jaenelle walked in.
    “That might be a problem,” she said cheerfully. “Rainier, the Prince and I need to talk.”
    Rainier looked at her, then at Daemon, and limped out of the room as fast as he could, closing the door behind him.
    Jaenelle settled in the visitor’s chair and smiled at Daemon. “Sit down, Prince.”
    His stomach clenched, but he