Stained Glass Monsters (35 page)

"When would you like to hold the
ceremony?" he asked, obligingly.

"Tomorrow."

"Perhaps better when you are capable of
standing through the vows."

Kellian laughed with their eyes. She was
fascinated that she could see how obviously happy she'd made him,
for all his expression barely changed. He touched the side of her
face that didn't hurt, and she could feel that quiver in him again.
He could not have told her more clearly that he wanted her.

"Prince Justin seems an inoffensive sort
of creature," she said, wishing the thought hadn't occurred to
her.

Illidian didn't even blink at the
apparent change of subject. "I've heard no harm of him."

"Nor I. Still, I'd like to limit the
amount of time people have to realise how convenient it would be if
I married him."

It hadn't occurred to Illidian. He
froze, then turned slightly away from her, taking a breath. She
could see the veins stand out in his throat. Illidian's opinion of
the Queen obviously matched Rennyn's own: a pragmatic woman.

But he recovered with the next breath,
saying matter-of-factly, "When you are able to stay awake through
the ceremony, then," while his hands closed possessively over hers
again.

Rennyn curled her fingers through his,
reassured. Forewarned, he would arrange everything. Not perhaps the
most romantic setting, but she preferred it to facing the threat
Prince Justin posed. Since Illidian still wanted her, she'd be
damned if she'd let political expediency get in the way.

So a marriage. And playing teacher to
Seb and Kendall and Sukata. Hunting her Wicked Uncle and defending
the Kellian and fixing up Surclere. So much to do, with little room
for the sloth she'd long planned.

"I would have been bored, anyway," she
murmured, and slept.

--ooOoo--

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