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It would test his brother’s trust in him, possibly to its breaking point. But it had always been better to ask forgiveness from Kinus than permission. He was far more likely to grant the former.
“I am Makram Attaraya Al-Nimas, Agassi of the Mirza’s janissary and sipahi forces in Sarkum.
That is a name
assuming she was a consort. It was never a good idea to take interest in someone else’s woman at a first meeting. It tended to set a bad precedent.
Lol
Void and stars she was stunning. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life.
If Kinus laid eyes on her he’d fall over himself to marry her in alliance. Perhaps the offer of a beautiful woman would succeed where common sense had not.
“I am Princess Sultana Naime Sabri ilr Narfour, Sival of the First House.
Again
He had an inkling he was going to like this woman, when he had all his faculties back.
Makram had the distinct impression he wasn’t going to enjoy their next encounter with the Sultana. There was a woman who demanded control, if ever he’d seen one. At least she was a pleasure to look at. He’d endured tongue lashings and lectures before, but never from someone beautiful.
Tareck moved as if he might speak, his brow furrowed with irritation that the Grand Vizier had not bowed in return. Makram suspected, based on the reactions in the courtyard, that they did not realize he was a prince of Sarkum.
“But you’ll deliver the message to the Agassi,” Samira said, slyly, “so you can look at him.” Naime glared sideways at her. “I am allowed to look,” she said crisply.
Lol
No wonder they did not take the Sultana seriously, they did not take war seriously.
“Explain to me how we’re going to capture a palace the size of a small city with seven men. I am breathless with anticipation,” Tareck said,
Sassy lol
He reacted to her touch by not reacting at all. She could tell he forced himself not to look, not to move, his body tense, his eyes narrowed. Naime wondered if she’d offended him, and pulled her hand back, but he spun, catching her wrist. He laid his thumb against her palm, holding her hand up between them.
Kicking my feet
“She is not for you, Agassi,” he hissed, fire in his voice and its heat in the air around them. “Do not even begin to think that Tamar will allow its only heir to be given away to Sarkum trash.” “No? Only Tamar trash?” Makram said. “Spare me your threats and speeches, please.”
No wonder he had mistrusted her when she had asked to see his magic. A Charah of any other House was a wonder, the pinnacle of magic. A Charah of the Sixth House would be seen as death incarnate. As he had just demonstrated.
“I am not a monster,” he pleaded. “I am not…I do not kill for the joy of it. Please don’t“—he took a shuddering breath—”please don’t think I’m a monster.” “You are not a monster.” Naime stroked his cheek. He sounded so broken. She didn’t know how to help.
His first kiss was brief and fierce,
“You aren’t finished?” she said against his jaw. “I was just beginning to get the hang of it.” He breathed a laugh. “I am finished. You’ve ended me.”
chaste kiss and ducked his head when he pulled back. “You are the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me.”
“And I have told you I will not turn against my brother.” “What if he turns against you?” “He won’t.”
👀
“You think that would be different in Tamar? Land of mage killers?” he scoffed.
Lol
“Release him,” Makram demanded. “As you wish.” Naime flicked her hand and Kinus suddenly drew in a gulp of air like he had surfaced after nearly drowning. He shook in Makram’s grip as he continued to suck in breaths. “Stop screaming or I will make you,” Naime commanded Amal, whose mouth pressed closed, her expression still reflecting her panic.
Boss as bitch
“I am perfectly happy to sit like this all night, my beauty, but you may resume command of your magic at any point,” he said, without moving or opening his eyes. “It is fiendishly temperamental and cunning, like its mistress.” Naime smiled a little,
“Naime,” he said, holding her chin and pressing his brow to hers. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I love you.”
Tareck take Samira’s arm, gesturing enthusiastically. There was a baklava swan that needed his attention.
Lol
