nervously. "I don't know about this. Am I dressed
appropriately?"
"Yes, you are. I assure you, you will be the most beautiful woman there." Then, her
gallant champion offered her his arm. Taking it, she let him lead her through town
to the large hall.
As they drew near the hall's door, she could hear the music and laughter from
inside as the people ate their supper. Sebastian opened the door and allowed her to
enter first.
Channon hesitated in the doorway as she looked around in awe. It was more
splendid than anything she'd ever imagined.
A lord's table was set apart from the others, and there were three women and four
men seated there. The man with the crown she assumed was the king, the lady at
his right, his queen, and the others must be the daughters and sons or some other
dignitaries perhaps.
Servants bustled around with food while dogs milled about, catching scraps from
the diners. The music was sublime.
"Nervous?" Sebastian asked her in modern English.
"A little. I have no idea what Saxon etiquette is."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, causing a warm chill to sweep
through her. "Follow my lead, and I will show you everything you need to know to
live in my world."
She cocked her brow at his words. There was something hidden in that. She was
sure of it. "You are going to take me home at the next full moon, right?"
"I gave you my word, my lady. That is the one thing I have never broken, and I
most assuredly would not break my oath to you."
"Just checking."
A hush fell over the crowd as they crossed the room and neared the lord's table.
Channon swallowed nervously. But she was there with the most handsome man in
the kingdom. Dressed in his black armor and mask, Sebastian was a spectacularly
masculine sight. The man had a regal presence that promised strength, speed, and
deadly precision.
He stopped before the table and gave a low, courtly bow. Channon gave what she
hoped was an acceptable curtsy.
"Greetings, Your Majesty," Sebastian said, straightening. "I am Sebastian
Kattalakis, a Prince of Arcadia."
Channon's jaw went slack with that declaration. A prince? Was he for real or was it
another joke?
He turned to her, his features guarded. "My lady, Channon."
The king rose to his feet and bowed to them. "Your Highness, it has been a long
time since I've had the privilege of a dragon slayer's company. I owe your house
more than I can ever repay. Please, come and be seated in honor. You and your
lady-wife are welcomed here for as long as you wish to stay."
Sebastian led Channon to the table and sat her to his right, beside a man who
introduced himself as the king's son-in-law.
"Are you really a prince?" she whispered to Sebastian.
"A most disinherited one, but yes. My grandfather, Ly-caon, was the King of
Arcadia."
"Oh my God," Channon said as pieces of history came together in her mind. "The
king cursed by Zeus?"
"And the Fates."
Lycanthrope, the Greek word for werewolves, vampires, and shape-shifters, was
taken from Lycaon, the King of Arcadia. Stunned, she wondered what other
so-called myths and legends were actually real.
"You know, you are better than the Rosetta stone to a historian."
Sebastian laughed. "Glad to know 1 have some use to you."
More than he knew-and it wasn't just the knowledge he held. Today was the only
day she could recall in an exceptionally long time when she hadn't been lonely. Not
once. She'd enjoyed every minute of this day and didn't really want it to end.
She looked forward to spending the next few weeks with Sebastian in his world.
And deep inside where she best not investigate was a part of her that wondered if,
when the time came, she'd be able to leave him.
How could a woman give up a man who made her feel the way Sebastian did every
time he looked at her?
She wasn't sure it was possible.
Sebastian cut and served her from the roast of something she couldn't quite
identify. Thinking it best not to ask, she
appropriately?"
"Yes, you are. I assure you, you will be the most beautiful woman there." Then, her
gallant champion offered her his arm. Taking it, she let him lead her through town
to the large hall.
As they drew near the hall's door, she could hear the music and laughter from
inside as the people ate their supper. Sebastian opened the door and allowed her to
enter first.
Channon hesitated in the doorway as she looked around in awe. It was more
splendid than anything she'd ever imagined.
A lord's table was set apart from the others, and there were three women and four
men seated there. The man with the crown she assumed was the king, the lady at
his right, his queen, and the others must be the daughters and sons or some other
dignitaries perhaps.
Servants bustled around with food while dogs milled about, catching scraps from
the diners. The music was sublime.
"Nervous?" Sebastian asked her in modern English.
"A little. I have no idea what Saxon etiquette is."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, causing a warm chill to sweep
through her. "Follow my lead, and I will show you everything you need to know to
live in my world."
She cocked her brow at his words. There was something hidden in that. She was
sure of it. "You are going to take me home at the next full moon, right?"
"I gave you my word, my lady. That is the one thing I have never broken, and I
most assuredly would not break my oath to you."
"Just checking."
A hush fell over the crowd as they crossed the room and neared the lord's table.
Channon swallowed nervously. But she was there with the most handsome man in
the kingdom. Dressed in his black armor and mask, Sebastian was a spectacularly
masculine sight. The man had a regal presence that promised strength, speed, and
deadly precision.
He stopped before the table and gave a low, courtly bow. Channon gave what she
hoped was an acceptable curtsy.
"Greetings, Your Majesty," Sebastian said, straightening. "I am Sebastian
Kattalakis, a Prince of Arcadia."
Channon's jaw went slack with that declaration. A prince? Was he for real or was it
another joke?
He turned to her, his features guarded. "My lady, Channon."
The king rose to his feet and bowed to them. "Your Highness, it has been a long
time since I've had the privilege of a dragon slayer's company. I owe your house
more than I can ever repay. Please, come and be seated in honor. You and your
lady-wife are welcomed here for as long as you wish to stay."
Sebastian led Channon to the table and sat her to his right, beside a man who
introduced himself as the king's son-in-law.
"Are you really a prince?" she whispered to Sebastian.
"A most disinherited one, but yes. My grandfather, Ly-caon, was the King of
Arcadia."
"Oh my God," Channon said as pieces of history came together in her mind. "The
king cursed by Zeus?"
"And the Fates."
Lycanthrope, the Greek word for werewolves, vampires, and shape-shifters, was
taken from Lycaon, the King of Arcadia. Stunned, she wondered what other
so-called myths and legends were actually real.
"You know, you are better than the Rosetta stone to a historian."
Sebastian laughed. "Glad to know 1 have some use to you."
More than he knew-and it wasn't just the knowledge he held. Today was the only
day she could recall in an exceptionally long time when she hadn't been lonely. Not
once. She'd enjoyed every minute of this day and didn't really want it to end.
She looked forward to spending the next few weeks with Sebastian in his world.
And deep inside where she best not investigate was a part of her that wondered if,
when the time came, she'd be able to leave him.
How could a woman give up a man who made her feel the way Sebastian did every
time he looked at her?
She wasn't sure it was possible.
Sebastian cut and served her from the roast of something she couldn't quite
identify. Thinking it best not to ask, she
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