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palace,” the old
wizard told him over tea. “It seems that young Aurënfaie has been
dismissed from another post.”
    “What for this time?”
    “Apparently he attacked another scribe, and
Lord Emidas himself.”
    “Indeed?” Unhappiness such as he’d sensed in
the young ‘faie eventually found some outlet. “What were the
circumstances?”
    “I don’t know, but Seregil’s with the
household guard now. Word is he’s quite the swordsman. Perhaps this
will suit him better.”
    Nysander sighed. Another missed
opportunity.
    Magyana refilled her cup from the old brown
teapot. “I heard something else of him, as well. Or rather,
overheard it from the servants.”
    “Oh? And what would that be?”
    “That young Seregil is Prince Korathan’s
current lover.”
    Nysander raised an eyebrow at that. “I see. I
wonder if that is a good idea?” Korathan was known not to stay with
anyone for long.
    “There was some debate as to who seduced
whom.”
    Nysander thought of the unhappy young man
he’d met. There had been an air of innocence about him, or so
Nysander had thought.
    “My money is on the prince,” Magyana said
dryly.
    Nysander shrugged. “Well, it’s no concern of
mine, but I wonder how it will end?”
     
    ***
     
    Spring rain lashed against the bed chamber
windows as Korathan tumbled Seregil onto the bed and stretched out
on top of him. “I missed you! Three nights is too long. I don’t
think I like this new post of yours.”
    Seregil wrapped his arms around his tall
lover, inhaling his rich scent. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten it
for me, should you?”
    “But you’re happier with the guard?”
    “Yes!” Seregil kissed him soundly and grinned
up at him. “I’d almost forgotten the feeling of a sword in my
hand.”
    “Really?” Korathan pulled Seregil’s hand to
his cock and had him wrap his fingers around it. “Not much
different, is it?”
    Seregil laughed and took advantage of their
position, rocking his hips to rub their two erections together and
pulling a sigh of pleasure from his lover. He loved Korathan’s
body, loved knowing what do to do make him hard, make him come ...
And Korathan could play Seregil’s body like a harp.
    The prince wasted little time on foreplay
tonight. Making use of the flask of oil he kept beside the bed, he
prepared them both, then gripped Seregil by the hips and plunged
in. Seregil hissed at the brief pain, but as Korathan had promised
him that first night together, it only lasted a moment and was well
worth the pleasure that followed, especially when Korathan wrapped
his hand around Seregil’s shaft and pumped him in time to his
thrusts. Heat blossomed through Seregil’s body as he leaned back
against Korathan, moving in perfect unison.
    So lost in pleasure were they that neither
one heard Phoria enter the sitting room, didn’t even know she was
there until she appeared in the open bedroom doorway.
    “What in Bilairy’s name—?” She was paler than
usual and looking at them aghast. “Seregil! How could you?”
    “Damn it, sister!” Korathan pushed Seregil
away and pulled the corner of the comforter over the two of
them.
    “Get out!” Phoria growled.
    Seregil knew she was speaking to him. He
looked to Korathan to defend him, but the prince just murmured,
“You’d best go.”
    Shocked, mortified, and deeply hurt, Seregil
struggled off the bed, grabbed what he could of his scattered
clothing and hurried past her. She slammed the door after him and
he could hear her shouting at her brother. Yanking on his breeches
and shirt, he was almost out the door and free before he caught the
word “whore.”
    Barefoot and coatless, he ignored the looks
he got from servants as he ran back to his room and shut the door.
Fighting back angry tears, he collapsed into a chair by the window
and waited for Korathan to come explain himself.
    But the night passed and Korathan never
came.
     
    ***
     
    Nysander had forgotten all about Seregil
again, until word