Here's the next part - short and sweet. *grinz* I think the Trystam is the hottest man I've ever invented. But he's no match for Numair/Neal/Ozorne/an-unbearded-Roger/Joren/Dom/Numair/Numair/Numair (see my profile for my opinion on the Tortallan guys). Oh, one more thing to say - DIE YUKI, DIE YUKI, DIE YUKI, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~happy reading
Giovanna xoxo
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Part VIII
A few months later...
King Trystam regarded his reflection. He unconsciously fingered the ring of his House; the woman who lay in his bed noticed and instantly knew that he was nervous.
What's wrong, Majesty? she asked in her smooth voice.
Startled, Trystam glanced at her and smiled. After his affair with Damara, he though no woman could satisfy him. But sixth months after his Tortallans left, he had paid a visit' to the Silver Temple. There he had met her.
Nothing's wrong, sweet, he replied, smiling. The lady felt her heart speed up - that smile lit up his all-too perfect face and made it human.
You are such a bad liar, she scolded softly. Come on. Tell me what's wrong.
With a sigh, Tristan returned his eyes to the mirror. Carefully, he settled the sapphire-studded thin silver circlet - a Gallan legacy - on his head. He smoothed his rich brown hair. The Carthaki delegation is arriving today.
What's wrong with that? You have delegations coming here practically everyday.
The Emperor is with them, Trystam muttered.
How bad is that? Monarchs have visited before.
Ozorne is one of the most powerful men the world, responded Trystam quietly. And besides that, I'm suspicious.
Of what?
Trystam turned to his lover and smiled at her again. I shouldn't worry you with my problems, dearest.
What are you suspicious of? repeated the woman, undaunted.
Ruefully, Trystam realized that he would have to answer. Carthak is not on the friendliest terms with Tortall. Galla is one of Tortall allies. And now that Tortall is at war with Tusaine He sighed, then continued, And the magical problem still hasn't been resolved. Now do you understand why I'm so nervous?
She nodded; Trystam felt his love of her swell. She was so perfect, so gentle - so understanding. She was his love.¤