feared you would not speak to me,” he replied, and Madia recalled the suggestions he had made late in the evening, both of them drunk on the king's best ale, suggestions no nobleman of any station should have made to the daughter of the king. There had been one particularly daring, inexcusable description involving several tender parts of her person and his deepest imaginings. But Madia could excuse a great deal under certain circumstances, and she found daring a stimulating quality in a man.
“Then you remember?” she said.
The coachman called the horses forward again.
“Need I apologize, my lady?” Calif asked, moving with the carriage.
He didn't look nearly so embarrassed as he should, Madia thought, though she knew she was guilty of the same. “Not as yet,” she told him.
He nudged his horse again to keep along side. o
“Then you remember?” she said.
The coachman called the horses forward again.
“Need I apologize, my lady?” Calif asked, moving with the carriage.
He didn't look nearly so embarrassed as he should, Madia thought, though she knew she was guilty of the same. “Not as yet,” she told him.
He nudged his horse again to keep along side. o