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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(27) by Anne Bishop
  • "We can take him up to the playroom," Daemon said on an Ebon-gray spear thread.

    "You’ve got plenty of shields there and nothing breakable?" Lucivar asked.

    "Oh, yes."

    “Well, you’re just in time,” Jaenelle said, beaming at her brother and nephew. “Listen to this.”

    “Bwaa ha ha.”

    Daemonar squealed and struggled to get free. “Granpapa! Granpapa!”

    Not daring to look at anyone, Daemon stared at his shoes and began to understand his father’s fascination with footwear.

    Jaenelle sighed. “All right. I’ll work on it.”

    Lucivar studied both of them and began backing away. “We’ll just wait in the hall.”

    “Ba ha! Ba ha!” Daemonar shouted. “Granpapa, ba ha!”

    Once Lucivar and Daemonar were safely on the other side of the door, Jaenelle said, “Do you think Daemonar will forget?”

    Not a chance.“Of course he will. He’s little.”

    She gave him a kiss that tasted of a promise for a very interesting evening, then said ruefully, “Thank you for lying.”

    He rested his hands on her waist. “You’re welcome.” He hesitated, but a nagging curiosity made him ask. “What were you going to do if he’d refused?”

    Jaenelle looked at him and smiled.

    Butterflies filled his stomach and tickled unmercifully before turning into heavy, sinking stones.

    “Well,” his darling said, “you have a wonderful deep voice too. So if Papa refused, I was going to ask you.”

    Saetan walked into the sitting room where he’d asked Geoffrey and Draca, the Keep’s Seneschal, to meet him.

    “My friends, this bottle of wine arrived this evening, compliments of Prince Sadi. Since it came from the wine cellar at the Hall, I can assure you it is a very fine vintage, one best enjoyed when shared.”

    He called in three glasses and opened the wine.

    Draca said nothing until he handed her a glass. “What iss the occassion?”

    Saetan grinned. “My son has just realized how much his father loves him.”


    Daemon walked out of the bathroom in the Consort’s suite, noticed the look of apprehension on his valet’s face, and approached the clothes laid out on the bed with a heightened sense of wariness. He studied the gold-checked shirt and dark green trousers, which werenot his usual white silk shirt and black jacket and trousers. Then he looked at his valet.

    “What are those?” he asked.

    “Casual attire,” Jazen replied. “You said you were walking down to the village. For exercise.”

    “I said I was going to walk to the village instead of taking a carriage because I could use the exercise.” Which, in his mind, wasn’t saying the same thing. “But I’m going down to the village to talk to Sylvia. The Queen of Halaway. At her request.”

    “But you’re walking. So you’ll need these.” Jazen held up a pair of shoes that were not Daemon’s usual black, polished-to-a-gleam footwear. “They go with the casual attire.”

    Daemon lightly scratched his chin with one black-tinted nail. “I’ve been an adult for quite some time and have handled all kinds of personal details all by myself. I am now the ruler of a whole Territory, which means I make decisions that affect the lives of thousands of people. So why am I no longer capable of choosing my own clothes?”

    “You got married.”

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