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temper and outspokenness have always been a problem, only you’ve been my outlet for that. I don’t see myself suddenly curbing them when you’re not there. In fact, it is suddenly worse.” Since I got my powers.
“There are other reasons why you might have difficulty with Etainen if he wants the, ah, conventional,” Hartwin said.
They’d discussed this before as well. Freya had always been curious about bed sport and intrigued. Her men had heard the tales she wrote about Swan and the hero she called Bow.
“That, too,” Faramund said. “If Etainen doesn’t have the ballocks to stand up to Rome for his people, then he probably won’t have them where Freya wants them, either. Maybe he’d run if he read one of those tales. There have to be better men who would want to pledge eternity to her.”
Faramund had no idea how literal eternity might be in her case.
“You must apologize to Pompey,” Berengar said. “Insist you’d had too much ale and were worried over your upcoming wedding and that you didn’t mean to take it out on him. You might add in that you and Odilia do not get along.”
Faramund raked his fingers through his hair. “I would venture if you speak kindly of Rome, you can probably save the match, at least for now.”
“You do this for your people,” Berengar reminded her. “Maybe you can slowly and carefully sway Etainen. Maybe you can stand against Rome together and join King Vercingetorix. At the very least, if you can’t sway him, if you appear loyal enough to Rome, you can find a way to continue giving Siegfried information about what Rome is doing. I imagine Etainen knows many Roman plans, maybe even more than your parents.”
Freya jolted with the knowledge that she’d be better able to help Siegfried from the position of Etainen’s wife. She’d be with Etainen in most of his audiences with Roman leaders if she pretended to be a loyal wife. She wouldn’t just be another princess, but his queen.
She grabbed the hnefatafl board. “Who wants to be my first victim?”
If she could not beat Pompey at the moment, she could at least beat someone in her favorite game. Hnefatafl would give her something to do with her thoughts and her hands. If she thought any longer, she really thought she’d just scream and tear at her hair.
****
“I’m pretending to be your lady’s maid, but don’t expect miracles,” the large-breasted woman said to Freya when she arrived in her chamber. Surly Kirsa, man-obsessed Kirsa, now had a surly, man-obsessed counterpart.
“Hedwig.” Freya grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the chaise lounge resting against the wall opposite the window. Why would she possibly be glad to see the Sea Witch? “You’re my new lady’s maid?”
“Yes. Your mother, the fey one, is seriously evil. Not as evil as I am, but close, if she got me to do this,” Hedwig said. “Drink. I’ve been. There’s some of that blueberry ale for you. I have my own beverage.”
Freya decided she ought to avoid alcohol at the moment, as she would soon be meeting with Etainen. She had already had more than she should have while playing hnefatafl, combined with what she’d already had in the audience with Pompey .
Hedwig was looking around the room in obvious distaste. Her chamber was one small room in the so-called palace, with a smooth stone floor and was situated just above the audience chamber. The three-story edifice seemed large in comparison to the mud, wood, and leather structures erected by the other tribes. What were palaces like in the fey world? Judging from the look on Hedwig’s face, the Otherworld must have far grander things. Perhaps they were even five stories tall.
There was the lumpy mattress covered in furs against a wall. A wooden dresser with a mirror and wilted flowers atop it, and a stool sat opposite the bed. Another wooden cabinet, painted with flowers, housed her clothing, and underneath the clothing, her precious scrolls full of her tales about Swan
“There are other reasons why you might have difficulty with Etainen if he wants the, ah, conventional,” Hartwin said.
They’d discussed this before as well. Freya had always been curious about bed sport and intrigued. Her men had heard the tales she wrote about Swan and the hero she called Bow.
“That, too,” Faramund said. “If Etainen doesn’t have the ballocks to stand up to Rome for his people, then he probably won’t have them where Freya wants them, either. Maybe he’d run if he read one of those tales. There have to be better men who would want to pledge eternity to her.”
Faramund had no idea how literal eternity might be in her case.
“You must apologize to Pompey,” Berengar said. “Insist you’d had too much ale and were worried over your upcoming wedding and that you didn’t mean to take it out on him. You might add in that you and Odilia do not get along.”
Faramund raked his fingers through his hair. “I would venture if you speak kindly of Rome, you can probably save the match, at least for now.”
“You do this for your people,” Berengar reminded her. “Maybe you can slowly and carefully sway Etainen. Maybe you can stand against Rome together and join King Vercingetorix. At the very least, if you can’t sway him, if you appear loyal enough to Rome, you can find a way to continue giving Siegfried information about what Rome is doing. I imagine Etainen knows many Roman plans, maybe even more than your parents.”
Freya jolted with the knowledge that she’d be better able to help Siegfried from the position of Etainen’s wife. She’d be with Etainen in most of his audiences with Roman leaders if she pretended to be a loyal wife. She wouldn’t just be another princess, but his queen.
She grabbed the hnefatafl board. “Who wants to be my first victim?”
If she could not beat Pompey at the moment, she could at least beat someone in her favorite game. Hnefatafl would give her something to do with her thoughts and her hands. If she thought any longer, she really thought she’d just scream and tear at her hair.
****
“I’m pretending to be your lady’s maid, but don’t expect miracles,” the large-breasted woman said to Freya when she arrived in her chamber. Surly Kirsa, man-obsessed Kirsa, now had a surly, man-obsessed counterpart.
“Hedwig.” Freya grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the chaise lounge resting against the wall opposite the window. Why would she possibly be glad to see the Sea Witch? “You’re my new lady’s maid?”
“Yes. Your mother, the fey one, is seriously evil. Not as evil as I am, but close, if she got me to do this,” Hedwig said. “Drink. I’ve been. There’s some of that blueberry ale for you. I have my own beverage.”
Freya decided she ought to avoid alcohol at the moment, as she would soon be meeting with Etainen. She had already had more than she should have while playing hnefatafl, combined with what she’d already had in the audience with Pompey .
Hedwig was looking around the room in obvious distaste. Her chamber was one small room in the so-called palace, with a smooth stone floor and was situated just above the audience chamber. The three-story edifice seemed large in comparison to the mud, wood, and leather structures erected by the other tribes. What were palaces like in the fey world? Judging from the look on Hedwig’s face, the Otherworld must have far grander things. Perhaps they were even five stories tall.
There was the lumpy mattress covered in furs against a wall. A wooden dresser with a mirror and wilted flowers atop it, and a stool sat opposite the bed. Another wooden cabinet, painted with flowers, housed her clothing, and underneath the clothing, her precious scrolls full of her tales about Swan
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