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30 pages, ebook
First published January 5, 2017


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He loved the way that Laurent kissed, as if Damen was the only person that he had ever kissed, or would ever want to.
‘You were a force of nature. It was infuriating to fight you. Frightening to have you on my side.’
‘Frightening?’
‘You didn’t know how afraid I was of you?’
‘Of me? Or of yourself?’
‘Of what was happening between us.’
Before Laurent could answer, there was an unmistakable knock on the door.
The sound made Damen groan, because he knew what Laurent was going to do.
‘What?’ called Laurent, pushing himself up on an elbow.
'Come out,' said Laurent.
He emerged hotter than steam, overheated like one boiled, his olive skin turned ruddy by the water. Laurent filled the pitcher from the secondary sluice, approached, and shifted his grip. Damen threw up his arms instinctively.
‘No, Laurent, that’s cold, it’s—’ Gasping.
Shock of the frozen water. Ice cold on superheated skin, like plunging into a river, a too-sudden revitalisation. Instinct propelled him to grab Laurent in revenge, to drag him forward, their bodies colliding.
Cool body plastering against hot. Laurent was unexpectedly laughing, his skin warm as sunlight. The struggle took them both to the slippery marble.
Laurent’s breathing was easy, as though he was relaxed and sleepy, lying beside Damen. Damen heard himself say it.
‘There’s a summer palace in Ios outside the capital. My mother designed the gardens there. They say it’s built on Artesian foundations.’ He thought of the meandering walks, the delicate, flowering southern orchids, the sprays of orange blossom. ‘It’s cool in summer, and there are fountains, and tracks for riding.’ His pulse beat with uncharacteristic nerves, so that he felt almost shy. ‘When all this is over . . . we could take horses and stay a week in the palace.’ Since their night together in Karthas, he hadn’t dared to speak about the future.
He felt Laurent holding himself carefully, and there was a strange pause. After a moment, Laurent said, softly, ‘I’d like that.’
Damen rolled onto his back again, and felt the words like happiness as he let himself look up again at the wide sweep of stars.
"Are you courting me?"said Damen


For now it was the simple pleasure of Laurent beside him,their hands linked,with only sunlight and fresh air about them.

Damen looked too—at one thing only: the breeze playing with a strand of blond hair, at the cool, pale limbs in white cotton. He felt his own rising happiness, the speeding of his pulse.
Dressed like that, it was like having him naked; there was so much skin, and nothing to unlace. Damen pressed Laurent back against the marble.

‘Stop my mouth,’ said Laurent. ‘I don’t know what I’m saying.’
Damen lifted his head and kissed Laurent tenderly, found him flushed, warm like summer.

Laurent plucked a white flower from the low-hanging branches and lifted his hand to tuck it into Damen’s hair as if Damen was a youth from the village.
‘Are you courting me?’ said Damen.
He felt foolish with happiness. He knew courtship was new to Laurent, didn’t know why it felt so new to himself.
‘I haven’t done this before,’ said Laurent.
Damen took a flower of his own. His pulse sped up, his fingers felt clumsy as he tucked it behind Laurent’s ear.


‘I’ll take care of your son,’ said Laurent. ‘I’ll protect his kingdom as if it were my own. I’ll give my life for his people.’
‘The night you told me about this place, it was the first time that I ever thought about the future. I thought about coming here. I thought about... being with you. It meant something to me that you suggested it. What we had on the ride to Ios, it was already more than I... At the trial, I thought it was enough. I thought I was ready. And then you came.’
‘In case you wanted me,’ said Damen.
Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.


And then he thought about it. ‘Who’s teaching you?’
‘Nikandros,’ said Laurent.
‘Nikandros,’ said Damen.
‘We use a Veretian variation. I don’t take my clothes off.’
Then you’ll never learn effectively. Instead, he found himself frowning, saying, ‘I’m better than Nikandros.’

Damen turned Laurent and kissed him, Laurent’s back against the wall, the kiss like consummation, hard and deep. Laurent made that slight sound again, right into Damen’s mouth.

In the streaked sunlight, they were kissing. He loved the way that Laurent kissed as if Damen was the only person that he had ever kissed, or would ever want to.

Laurent leaned into the gentlest touch as though starved. He stroked along Laurent’s flank, slow, slower. Again.
‘Damen, I—’
‘Really?’ said Damen, rather pleased.
With another lover, it was the moment to speed up in order to reach their peak. Damen slowed further.
‘I want do it slowly, the way you like,’ said Damen, and Laurent closed his eyes.
‘Yes.’
‘Your Highness, you asked to be notified when the King’s retinue reached the palace. I’m here to inform you that the King of Akielos has arrived.’
‘Thank you, I can be said to be faintly aware of that.’
‘And if the King’s retinue really has arrived, tell his squires that the King’s armor is in the east garden.’
‘Tomorrow, let’s go riding.’
‘We can go riding if I can move tomorrow.’ The words, lazily, long minutes later.

His smile widened.
Laurent said, ‘What?’
���You were watching the road,’ said Damen.

‘Hello,’ said Laurent, and Damen couldn’t help the spill of feeling at how close they had come to not having this at all.
Nothing could wash away the past, but this took them both there, touching a painful truth, acknowledging it.
Damen was smiling; there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.
For now it was the simple pleasure of Laurent beside him, their hands linked, with only sunlight and fresh air about them.









"It was so close to his own thoughts - that everything he knew was gone, but that this was here, in its place, this one bright thing."
"And in our new palace", said Laurent, "on the border?" Damen felt warmth pool in his stomach. "Our new palace."
"He loved the way that Laurent kissed, as if Damen was the only person that he had ever kissed, or would ever want to."
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‘All right,’ said Damen, smiling as he thought about his squires rooting around in the east garden for his armour. And then of other things. His smile widened.
Laurent said, ‘What?’
‘You were watching the road,’ said Damen.
‘I’ll take care of your son,’ said Laurent. ‘I’ll protect his kingdom as if it were my own. I’ll give my life for his people.’
Above them, the sun was high and bright, and encouraged a retreat to the shade line. The boughs of the trees around them were heavy with scent. Laurent said, ‘I won’t let him down. I promise you.’

‘The night you told me about this place, it was the first time that I ever thought about the future. I thought about coming here. I thought about... being with you. It meant something to me that you suggested it. What we had on the ride to Ios, it was already more than I... At the trial, I thought it was enough. I thought I was ready. And then you came.’
‘In case you wanted me,’ said Damen.
‘I thought, I have lost everything and gained you, and I would almost make the trade, if I didn’t know it had happened that way for you, too.’
‘I knelt for you,’ said Damen.
Kiss it. The remembered words when Laurent had forced Damen to his knees, and extended the toe of his boot. Kneel then. Kiss my boot. He thought, Laurent would never do that. Laurent had too much pride.
Deliberately, Laurent went to his knees.
All the breath left Damen. Laurent’s internal struggle was plain. The rise and fall of Laurent’s chest was shallow. His lips were parted, but he didn’t speak. His body was tense. He did not like to be on his knees.
…
Damen extended his foot.
His heart was pounding. Laurent unwound the straps of Damen’s sandal and drew it off—first one, then the other. Beside him was the pitcher, oils, and a sponge that divers would have plucked from the sea.
Slowly, he began to wash Damen’s foot. It was the action of a body slave, something one prince would never do for another.


That everything he knew was gone, but that this was here, in its place, this one bright thing.
For now it was the simple pleasure of Laurent beside him, their hands linked, with only sunlight and fresh air about them.
Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.
His smile widened. Laurent said, "What?"
"You were watching the road," said Damen.


“Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them."![]()





Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.

Laurent plucked a white flower from the low-hanging branches, and lifted his hand to tuck it into Damen's hair, as if Damen were a youth from the village.
"Are you courting me?" said Damen.