The Princess Tied - Cari Silverwood Page 0,3

your neck. No mold was evident, nor peeling paint, unlike at the Geurre manor.

The princess sat reading by lamplight and the last of the sun, dressed in a green silk gown that would suit a banquet. The desk a few feet from her toes was covered in books, as was the floor in between. Several of the tomes appeared to feature mathematics.

John scowled.

How ridiculous was this? How had she not noticed him? Was he now invisible?

John stamped his boot. “I have a brother to find and rescue. Your future husband.”

“I know you’re there. Here.” She closed her book, after placing a bookmark inside it, one with a pretty tassel. “Where is he? Is he in danger?”

Through her eyes had widened, and she seemed startled, a mask of statesmanship fell over her face. A princess was trained in diplomacy and deception, as well as how to rule in general. It still irked him. Surely, she should have gasped, at least once?

True love? He was tempted to laugh.

He’d never before thought Xander gullible.

“Yes, I believe so. We need to send out scouts and assemble a force to reckon with his kidnappers—a sizeable force, equipped with the best mounts, your best soldiers, and clever people. And probably you should scour the harbor for foreign ships, the city for suspicious men, and so on.”

She blinked at him, and said in a steady if husky voice, “First. Tell me what has happened.”

Even the perfect curls of her red hair annoyed him… those slim wrists, the heave of her bosom, the sculpted shape of her red lips. How dare she have seduced his bro.

Of course they had been going to remove her from power and send her to a small padded room to do embroidery, once the throne was secure.

Family was family, and she was merely… sexy, beddable, and powerful.

Providing the bed was first swept for dangerous things like math books. His lip curled.

He told her what had happened, though the Storyteller wasn’t mentioned by name, because his name was not going to help, and his trip to Hell became merely being felled and knocked unconscious. She sat for a while, breathing a little harder than seemed normal.

“I will call my hussars and scouts to search the kingdom for this group of ruffians.”

“And detectives?”

“Yes, of course. Detectives. Please, you may wait outside while this is done.”

John frowned. He’d expected more passion, less serenity, and a bit of female squeaking or wailing.

Even so, he waited, being fed tea and cakes while the scouts galloped to the edges of this smallish kingdom, and sent semaphore messages to the outermost furthest outposts, while ships were boarded and searched, and foreigners questioned, or so he was informed. While detectives, did detectiving too.

He slept in a small room he was offered, wishing he were out there galloping and looking, yet knowing he must wait. He could not match the resources of the kingdom.

The next afternoon, late, he was recalled to Princess Po. She was outside on the balcony, where a wind had risen to tease her hair from its bun, fluttering strands of scarlet sideways, wrapping them over her full lips, where they stuck as if entranced by her.

No wonder. He envied that hair.

How he could be in lust when his brother was missing?

He was a man, she was attractive, if soulless. It was nothing more.

Since he was heartless, they were a match. He smiled grimly as he listened to her proclaim the scouts and other soldiers and detectives had come up with nothing—no trace of a path, no way to tell where Xander had gone.

She was giving up. Those words and the hint of a glistening drop of a tear in her eyes did not fool him.

“I am sorry.”

“He told me you were in love with him, even though the contract was at first nothing more than words on paper, and a way for you to gain the throne.” She had to marry to ascend, everyone knew this. “That you would allow him a place beside you.”

“Yes.” She didn’t look anywhere but at the distant mountains, where they rimmed the sky, beyond the dullness of the harbor waters.

He thought she had swallowed then. Not sadness, it could not be that. Soulless bitch.

“True love does not give up after a day.”

“I am a princess, with great powers, but I cannot order my soldiers beyond our borders without permission from other countries, or there will be war. I cannot.”

“I see.” And he eyed the harbor too, and the palace surrounding this balcony,