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pulled up and wore a simple blue and silver tunic with no jewels. The other wore a white tunic with pantalettes and pearls, her hair falling in loose, soft curls around her waist.
Was this Kamilah?
His breath caught in his chest. She was even more lovely than he’d remembered. She turned away, pretending interest in the fountain while Hakim spoke to his woman in Arabic. Ren didn’t understand all of what they said, although he heard them mention Kamilah’s name several times. He used this time to re-examine her.
She was a beauty. He already knew this from the night two weeks ago. But tonight she was radiant in a tunic that skimmed over her shapely form. While her eyes were still downcast, he studied her closely. Her olive skin, lighter than he remembered, held none of the sickly ashen color she’d had before. She had a straight, delicate nose, with no upward tilt at the tip. Her lips were full and rosy, and when she brought the tip of her tongue out to moisten them, he felt a stirring in his groin.
The woman in blue spoke to Kamilah in Italian.
Lia turned when Maysun called her name. “Kamilah, I would like to introduce you to Prince Hakim Omar Makin of Morocco. My prince, this is the lady Kamilah.”
Lia curtsied low to the ground before the prince, then took his outstretched hand and kissed his ring, as she’d been earlier instructed. “I am honored, your highness.” The prince signaled her to rise, and she looked into his kind, smiling face.
“My royal physician tells me you speak English, Kamilah.”
Lia nodded.
“This is good,” the prince continued, “for I would like you to meet my good friend, His Grace, the Duke of Caversham.”
She curtsied before him as well, not taking his hand because he didn’t offer it. Standing erect, Lia guessed that the top of her head was as tall as the Englishman’s chin, and he possessed a very broad chest.
Looking up, she gazed upon the face of the man whose lower body she had already inspected quite thoroughly. Combed straight back, his wavy black hair was wet, as if he’d just come from a bath. He had a strong jaw over a clean-shaven face, with dark brows arching inquisitively above his penetrating hot-silver gaze. Firm lips, parted sensuously above his chin.
He revealed no outward emotion as he, too, studied her face and body, his gaze finally returning to hers. This man was entirely too bold, arrogant even, and the way he looked at her caused her insides to tremble unlike anything she’d ever known before.
What was she to do now? What did this man have in mind for her? And how would this change her well-thought-out plans? One thing was certain, she would not let him stop her from rescuing her brother and their elderly nurse. She would save them. Or die trying.
Prince Hakim cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the two others standing next to them.
“I apologize, Majesty,” Lia closed her eyes and bowed her head, “for my rude behavior to your honored guest.”
“Think nothing of it.” He took Maysun’s arm and led the way into the dining hall. He chuckled, then spoke to Maysun in Arabic, and for once Lia wished she knew what was being said for she felt it concerned her.
The Englishman offered his arm, and she accepted it. Together, they followed behind the other couple.
“Well, Kamilah, you appear to be in better health than when we last met.”
“My name is Angelia Serena Gualtiero, and I believe you are mistaken, Your Grace, for I have no memory of ever meeting you.”
“Oh, but we did meet. Two weeks ago.”
Lia felt another hot wave of embarrassment rise in her face, scalding her cheeks.
“How do you think I came to purchase you, Kamilah?”
She bit her tongue. The cur refused to use her given name, and continued to call her by the Arabic name Ashraf had given her. “It was explained to me that representatives are sent from those interested parties to....” She trailed off unable to continue, the subject making her
Was this Kamilah?
His breath caught in his chest. She was even more lovely than he’d remembered. She turned away, pretending interest in the fountain while Hakim spoke to his woman in Arabic. Ren didn’t understand all of what they said, although he heard them mention Kamilah’s name several times. He used this time to re-examine her.
She was a beauty. He already knew this from the night two weeks ago. But tonight she was radiant in a tunic that skimmed over her shapely form. While her eyes were still downcast, he studied her closely. Her olive skin, lighter than he remembered, held none of the sickly ashen color she’d had before. She had a straight, delicate nose, with no upward tilt at the tip. Her lips were full and rosy, and when she brought the tip of her tongue out to moisten them, he felt a stirring in his groin.
The woman in blue spoke to Kamilah in Italian.
Lia turned when Maysun called her name. “Kamilah, I would like to introduce you to Prince Hakim Omar Makin of Morocco. My prince, this is the lady Kamilah.”
Lia curtsied low to the ground before the prince, then took his outstretched hand and kissed his ring, as she’d been earlier instructed. “I am honored, your highness.” The prince signaled her to rise, and she looked into his kind, smiling face.
“My royal physician tells me you speak English, Kamilah.”
Lia nodded.
“This is good,” the prince continued, “for I would like you to meet my good friend, His Grace, the Duke of Caversham.”
She curtsied before him as well, not taking his hand because he didn’t offer it. Standing erect, Lia guessed that the top of her head was as tall as the Englishman’s chin, and he possessed a very broad chest.
Looking up, she gazed upon the face of the man whose lower body she had already inspected quite thoroughly. Combed straight back, his wavy black hair was wet, as if he’d just come from a bath. He had a strong jaw over a clean-shaven face, with dark brows arching inquisitively above his penetrating hot-silver gaze. Firm lips, parted sensuously above his chin.
He revealed no outward emotion as he, too, studied her face and body, his gaze finally returning to hers. This man was entirely too bold, arrogant even, and the way he looked at her caused her insides to tremble unlike anything she’d ever known before.
What was she to do now? What did this man have in mind for her? And how would this change her well-thought-out plans? One thing was certain, she would not let him stop her from rescuing her brother and their elderly nurse. She would save them. Or die trying.
Prince Hakim cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the two others standing next to them.
“I apologize, Majesty,” Lia closed her eyes and bowed her head, “for my rude behavior to your honored guest.”
“Think nothing of it.” He took Maysun’s arm and led the way into the dining hall. He chuckled, then spoke to Maysun in Arabic, and for once Lia wished she knew what was being said for she felt it concerned her.
The Englishman offered his arm, and she accepted it. Together, they followed behind the other couple.
“Well, Kamilah, you appear to be in better health than when we last met.”
“My name is Angelia Serena Gualtiero, and I believe you are mistaken, Your Grace, for I have no memory of ever meeting you.”
“Oh, but we did meet. Two weeks ago.”
Lia felt another hot wave of embarrassment rise in her face, scalding her cheeks.
“How do you think I came to purchase you, Kamilah?”
She bit her tongue. The cur refused to use her given name, and continued to call her by the Arabic name Ashraf had given her. “It was explained to me that representatives are sent from those interested parties to....” She trailed off unable to continue, the subject making her
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