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Alexander suddenly realized how silent the place had become. There were no flying, creeping, or running creatures. There was nothing. Only himself and Guinevere, standing on the old trail, with the rest of the world so far away.He dropped his hand, and she licked her lips, her breath shuddering. How easy it was to excite her. Blood rushed to his crotch, and he felt a sudden warmth wash over him.Guinevere's eyes were on him. "I have been practising." She said into the silence he had created, her voice shaking, her lips quivering."Practising?" he murmured."Yes. With the sword, and at the piano." Her throat moved when she swallowed. "Every music sheet you gave me. I have been working diligently at them."He nodded. "I see." He did not care for either at the moment."I am quite fortunate, I must say. They are some of the best compositions I have ever had." Her words were in a hurry. "Although, in truth, they are the only compositions I have ever had other than the one from my mother,
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Gwen's hand was perfectly caught in Alexander's as they ran up the stairs. Her hair, disordered, with mud coating her boots.He had fallen asleep on her shoulder, and since she could not carry him back, Gwen had laid him down on the grass and lain beside him. They remained there until the rain forced them to return to the castle."Your Majesty?!" Edmund exclaimed, rushing out to meet them, bringing an umbrella with him. "I would have fetched you before the rain, but I had no knowledge where you were."Alexander ran past the kingman, pulling her with him. "You are generously lucky for the lack of that knowledge." He said to Edmund. As soon as they got under cover, he stopped. "You are lucky indeed." Though he spoke still to Edmund, his eyes were on Gwen. She flushed.The drunken haze from when she first found him had vanished, and the serene expression he wore while asleep was lost. In its place was the arrogant and commanding look she knew so well."I love it when the colours come ali
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Gwen scoffed and closed the distance between them. Despite being younger, she towered over Lady Farrington, and by a good amount. "Then I would suggest you instruct your maid to seek truth rather than indulging in tastiest gossip." She remarked coolly, her eyes threatening. With that, she walked past her. "And while you're at it, ask her to cease spreading rumours, it is becoming unsightly. I am not you, and I have no desire to be the king's mistress. There are better ways to live one's life." Lady Farrington blanched. "Paula?""Yes, My Lady." Paula responded, following her into her bedchamber and shutting the door. Soon enough, through the closed door, they heard a loud, frustrated groan from Lady Farrington. It brought a chuckle from Gwen's lips."I should not speak so boldly, Ma'am," Paula said tentatively. "but I applaud your manner and management of her."Gwen's gaze wavered. "I should not have spoken so boldly either." Lady Farrington was not the easiest of people and her words
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Alexander's humour faded. He felt Brand's eyes on him but did not turn, keeping his gaze on Featings. The man must have lost his head to speak of Guinevere in court. He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the armrest. "Speak on, Featings. I am beyond curious about the tales of these servants."The ignorant man continued. "They speak of how she is your mistress, and to my thought, I find it shameful and improper for a mistress to flaunt herself so openly in the castle. Mistresses belong in secret places."A shadow fell further over Alexander countenance. His stare did not waver nor did Lord Featings earn any iota of sense. He exhaled slowly, determined to remain mannered."Featings," Brand called. "I would advise you to properly check your words."Alexander caught the slight exchange between Lord Featings and Lord Denney. The subtle nod propelled the former to continue on the path of destruction.Lord Featings once again turned to Brand. "If the king has granted me an audience, it is
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No one moved.No one spoke.No one even dared to breathe loudly.Alexander kept his hand on the knife, feeling the warm blood running down his hand. When the loud cry finally ceased, he said furiously, "There is one thing that sets us apart - your low birth and my high position. One thing sets Guinevere apart from you: my protection, which you momentarily lost, and my everlasting guardianship over her. You would not speak so recklessly of me, not in my absence and definitely not in my presence." He clenched his teeth, enraged. His hand twitched, wanting to twist the knife, but he restrained himself. "And do not, for the life of you, speak so lowly of Guinevere, else your head will pay the price for the carelessness of your tongue."His eyes blazed with anger. How dare the man speak ill of Guinevere? How dare he even mention her name? Had he granted Denney too much freedom? Perhaps it was time to assert his authority, putting the man in his place, family ties notwithstanding."Let this
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Alexander groaned as he stirred awake, the dim light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains. His head throbbed with a dull ache, a wicked reminder of the previous night's revelry. The taste of stale wine lingered on his tongue, and he winced as he tried to sit up.Blinking against the light, he pressed the heels of his hands against his temples, trying to massage away the persistent headache. His memories of the night before were vivid - his dimly lit study, the over service of wine, anger, and loneliness.He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the cold floor. The chill sent a shiver up his spine, momentarily clearing his foggy mind. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself, pushing past the discomfort. He needed to pull himself together; there were matters to attend to, and he couldn't afford to be seen in such a state. He was king.Alexander reached for the pitcher of water on the bedside table, pouring himself a glass with unsteady hands. He
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It was the prince."Your Highness." Gwen saluted, bowing low."I do not believe we have been properly introduced. Brand Williams." He said."Gwen Fitzgerald, Your Highness." She replied, bowing again."Highness," he whispered, his right eye blinking. "I very much prefer to be called Brand."Gwen blinked, confused. How could he ask her to address him in such a manner? "I could never call you that.""It is my given name. The king calls me by it.""He is your brother. I am not." The prince's right eyebrow hitched. Gwen quickly reprimanded herself. "Forgive me. I meant to say, I am not the king." She corrected.Was the prince looking to stir up trouble? Alexander had asked her to call him by his given name, and months later, she had been brought to the castle against her will. What would the prince demand if she obeyed him? She was not curious enough to find out."I am not so highly placed to call you by your given name, Sir." She added."That is true." He hesitated. "It is simply a matte
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