She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water.

She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them. The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. There are no titles between us.īy the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of this land and comes to see meĮqually startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a glare over his shoulder.

So, you wish to see Homana's prince take an unexpected bath, he said menacingly, but she saw the amusement in his eyes.Ĭarillon, he said firmly. He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say. I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix.

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