In which Temmin spots a liar:
The lanky Heir raised several eyebrows as he hurried through the crowd to the cloak room. "Didn't take long for His Highness to sniff out Allis Obby," smirked the Duke of Corland.
"Jealousy is unbecoming, Borney," smiled Lord Litta. "Make an appointment."
"An appointment?" Corland barked with laughter, shaking his chins. "I don't think so. Too complicated, those Lovers. Fennows tells me the Prince is a virgin."
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Litta frowned, puckering the saber slash through his left brow. "A virgin, at his age? Is he a lover of men?"
"Damned if I know. Only been here a few days. He'll find his fancy, or have one thrust upon him. Thrust! Ha!"
"I'm not sure it's a joking matter, Corland," said Litta, eyes following Temmin through the ballroom.
"Eh, I'm not much for prophecies. Encouraging Fennows to get the boy laid as quickly as possible, all the same.
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Published on December 06, 2010 11:55