“My lords,” I said, kneeling. “We thank you for your hospitality. Prince Drustan has spoken. We will depart on the morrow, carrying his words to our Queen.” Grainne gave me a regal nod and turned away, concealing an amused glint in her grey-green eyes. She knew what I was about to try; she’d given me the key. I stood and made my curtsy, with all the grace of Cereus House, and turned to leave. “Wait,” Eamonn protested, following to catch my shoulder. “You need not depart in such haste, my lady! At least … at least drink with me, will you not? You have not … you cannot …” He shot an evil glance
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