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Authors: Wayne Krabbenhoft III
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After them came Margery, as beautiful as always in a dress of red with gold thread running down the sleeves and around the hem of the skirts. Her golden hair was caught up in a silver coronet. Her mouth formed a thin smile as she walked smoothly to the dais where she went to stand beside her mother. Coran was reminded once again of how much alike they were. A wave of respectful bows and curtsies followed the royal procession from the richly dressed men and women in the hall.
Coran worked his way through the crowd to the front of the dais where his father waited. The Lord of Tyelin wore a white shirt and a black coat decorated with silver on the cuffs and a hawk on the left collar. Coran bumped his father’s arm, earning a quick glance. Without looking he knew that Devon had followed him.
A final blast from the horns heralded the guest of honor. Sixteen was an important age for a Midian since it meant the ascent to adulthood. For noblemen it meant reaching the last stage of their training. For all it meant starting to consider a spouse.
Coran knew that she might look different, more grown up as she would be presented as a woman and a girl no longer. Even understanding that, he was totally unprepared for what he now saw.
Katelyn wore a silk gown of royal blue that left her shoulders bare. It was a bold style traditionally Arryvestran. Her raven hair was unbound; it splashed down over her creamy shoulders and artfully framed her exquisite face. How could he ever have thought her any less beautiful than her sister? Katelyn’s stately carriage was graceful enough for any queen. How could he have thought her awkward as he watched her practically float down the aisle? He realized that his mouth was hanging open and quickly closed it. He glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but all eyes were riveted on the ravishing vision that moved among them. It was an image that he would never forget for as long as he lived.
When she reached the dais where her father waited before a table set up for the royal family and those close to them, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Stemis took her hand and guided her around the table to the chair to the left of his. Margery sat next to her and the next two chairs were for Coran and Devon, who eagerly took their seats. Everyone in the hall took the cue to find their own places for the meal. Coran was trying hard not to stare at her. It was more difficult then he would have thought. Thankfully, the meal arrived to distract him.
The dish that was set before him had a greenish meat he knew to be lamb. The sauce was unfamiliar to him. The meat had been covered in a brownish sauce he didn’t recognize. “What is this?” he whispered to Devon who had already attacked his plate with a vengeance.
“Lamb,” was the mumbled reply.
“I know it’s lamb. What is this sauce?”
Margery overheard and leaned towards him. “The sauce is from Karand. It is a dish that has become quite popular.” For some reason she had an amused look on her face.
He found out when he took a bite. He was glad he took only a small one, because his mouth was suddenly on fire. He stifled a cough and tried to swallow the spicy food quickly, then grabbed a pitcher filled with water and poured himself a glass. In his hurry it filled up and almost overflowed onto the table. He drank gratefully, not even minding the drops that escaped around the corners of his mouth to dribble on his shirt.
Margery hid her mouth behind her hand while Devon laughed at him openly. Katelyn looked to see what the commotion was. At seeing Coran’s face she changed her gaze to
Coran worked his way through the crowd to the front of the dais where his father waited. The Lord of Tyelin wore a white shirt and a black coat decorated with silver on the cuffs and a hawk on the left collar. Coran bumped his father’s arm, earning a quick glance. Without looking he knew that Devon had followed him.
A final blast from the horns heralded the guest of honor. Sixteen was an important age for a Midian since it meant the ascent to adulthood. For noblemen it meant reaching the last stage of their training. For all it meant starting to consider a spouse.
Coran knew that she might look different, more grown up as she would be presented as a woman and a girl no longer. Even understanding that, he was totally unprepared for what he now saw.
Katelyn wore a silk gown of royal blue that left her shoulders bare. It was a bold style traditionally Arryvestran. Her raven hair was unbound; it splashed down over her creamy shoulders and artfully framed her exquisite face. How could he ever have thought her any less beautiful than her sister? Katelyn’s stately carriage was graceful enough for any queen. How could he have thought her awkward as he watched her practically float down the aisle? He realized that his mouth was hanging open and quickly closed it. He glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but all eyes were riveted on the ravishing vision that moved among them. It was an image that he would never forget for as long as he lived.
When she reached the dais where her father waited before a table set up for the royal family and those close to them, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Stemis took her hand and guided her around the table to the chair to the left of his. Margery sat next to her and the next two chairs were for Coran and Devon, who eagerly took their seats. Everyone in the hall took the cue to find their own places for the meal. Coran was trying hard not to stare at her. It was more difficult then he would have thought. Thankfully, the meal arrived to distract him.
The dish that was set before him had a greenish meat he knew to be lamb. The sauce was unfamiliar to him. The meat had been covered in a brownish sauce he didn’t recognize. “What is this?” he whispered to Devon who had already attacked his plate with a vengeance.
“Lamb,” was the mumbled reply.
“I know it’s lamb. What is this sauce?”
Margery overheard and leaned towards him. “The sauce is from Karand. It is a dish that has become quite popular.” For some reason she had an amused look on her face.
He found out when he took a bite. He was glad he took only a small one, because his mouth was suddenly on fire. He stifled a cough and tried to swallow the spicy food quickly, then grabbed a pitcher filled with water and poured himself a glass. In his hurry it filled up and almost overflowed onto the table. He drank gratefully, not even minding the drops that escaped around the corners of his mouth to dribble on his shirt.
Margery hid her mouth behind her hand while Devon laughed at him openly. Katelyn looked to see what the commotion was. At seeing Coran’s face she changed her gaze to
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