Three Worlds 01 - Seduce Me In Dreams (40 page)

“I love you too,” she rasped out, her voice thick and so weary that it broke his heart to hear it. “Thank you. Thank you so much for stopping me.”

“You stopped yourself, although I wasn‟t going to let you do anything you‟d regret. You know I don‟t work that way. And I do love you. It‟s the damndest thing, something so alien to me in so many ways, and yet it came so naturally with you. Only with you.” He pressed gentle kisses to her upturned face, then kissed her lips so gently that her numbed body could barely feel it. “You almost killed yourself, you know. I don‟t think I need to tell you to never do that again. I don‟t care how much you think you‟re helping. The price you pay is not worth it. You got me?”

“Okay,” she sighed softly, burrowing her cheek into his chest. “Believe me, it‟s the last thing I ever want to do again.”

“Can you give us the room?” he asked the technicians standing over her head. They seemed to hesitate. “I promise if she so much as blinks the wrong way, I‟ll call you back in.”

“Just watch her speech. If she slurs, there‟s trouble.”

The medics exited the room.

“Okay, we‟re alone now,” he told her softly. “Which is good because I‟m about to do the one thing I swore to myself I would never, ever do again in the whole of my life. I want you to know that, so you know just how important this is, okay? And I think I‟m asking because you‟re a little out of it and I‟m not above using dirty tricks.”

“What is it?” she asked with a giggle.

“Will you join with me? Become my wife? I promise not to change a damn thing about myself and be exactly the same person you see sitting here today.”

She laughed at him. “Good. Because I wouldn‟t want you any other way. Even if things change and we end up on separate missions all the time. I won‟t care as long as we come home to each other and my family.”

“Our family is going to be huge,” he promised her. “I have a lot of uncles and cousins.

You have a boatload of Chosen Ones. Holidays are going to be enormous.”

“I would really, really like that. But aren‟t you afraid of what the top brass will say about it?”

Bronse kissed her softly, then gave her a sheepish grin. “We weren‟t as clandestine as we thought we were. Greays knows. And he‟s fine with it as long as it doesn‟t interfere with our work.”

“I think it will just make it better.” She hugged him as tightly as she could. “I‟m so glad I waited for you. Every moment of pain was well worth it. This was so worth it.”

He smiled into her hair, but then he sighed. “Your brother hates me.”

“My brother isn‟t the one you have to worry about. You just worry about making me happy. I‟ll take care of Kith.”

“How can I make you happy?” he asked, his smile almost wolfish as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, and then the side of her neck.

“You really want to know?”

“Always.”

“Get the medic. I have a bitch of headache.”

“Damn. Not even joined yet and you‟re already using the headache excuse.” He chuckled.

She slowly wrapped one hand around his neck and then laid the other over his heart.

“You better do it or I‟m going to tell you your fortune and it won‟t be good.”

“None of that,” he said, grasping her hands and pulling them down to a safe place against his chest. “I don‟t need my fortune told. I already know exactly how lucky I am and how happy I‟m going to be.”

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SEDUCE ME IN FLAMES

by Jacquelyn Frank

Published by Ballantine Books

Her heart beat rapidly, her breath rasping in the back of her throat. What could it mean?

What could he want? The same questions swirled around her head again and again as she strode through the palace hallways with an air of confidence she did not feel. There had never been a sense of confidence, a sense of security in her life. Even when her father had supposedly loved her, she had never felt that sense of cocooning comfort that a child was supposed to feel when in the presence of her protector.

She supposed his treatment of her these last years had proven her very intuitive, even at toddling age.

He had once professed a great love for her mother. There were those in her household who swore, to this day, that her mother had been the great love of his life. But then his eminence the emperor had tired of his favorite concubine. Some said it was because a newer, younger woman had caught his fancy. Others said her mother had overstepped herself with him one too many times, that she‟d grown proud and arrogant, making the mistake of thinking that being the mother of his heir apparent made her as good as being empress.

Whatever the reason, Emperor Benit Tsu Allay had put down his common-law wife like a dog. Unafraid of the possible repercussions he might face at the hands of the Interplanetary Militia, he‟d had her tried for treason, proclaiming her an enemy to his crown and a conspirator in a plot to have him killed. Her mother‟s trial had been a whirlwind of, some said, preponderously damning evidence, spurious accusations, and one of the cruelest and most horrific executions in the history of their realm. Then, before she could understand that her mother would never touch her again, hold her or hug her, she‟d been declared fruit of a poisonous tree and packed off into the back of nowhere where she had been languishing ever since.

More or less.

She‟d been called into his presence twice since her exile at the age of four. Once when she was twelve and once when she was fifteen. Both times he had hurled accusations of treason at her, accused her of knowingly plotting with his enemies to overthrow him and take his throne.

However, lack of evidence, or, perhaps more likely, his unwillingness to slaughter a child, had spared her life … but not before she had spent over a year each time in his prisons.

Then there had been silence. After some time, news had filtered down to her through her more trusted attendants that the emperor had sired a male heir. Her brother. And her only living sibling. This decided lack of proliferation the emperor had blamed on his weak-blooded concubines, however with medical technology at such an advanced state that in vitro could have been performed at any time with any viable uterus, it was widely believed that Emperor Benit was the one with the problem. But Benit wasn‟t about to prove anyone right by having himself tested.

All of this swam through her mind in a ceaseless stream as she was led by a cadre of guards through the grand halls of Blossom Palace, the emperor‟s most favored of his seven residences. The astounding opulence of just the corridors would take one‟s breath away. She could still remember playing in these halls, running the maze-like lengths day after day … her rich little gowns inlaid with Delran platinum, her bed so big and soft she had needed help getting in and out of it and she could lay all six of her attendants on either side of herself comfortably.

Now, her bed was narrow and serviceable, the sheets a bit worn in places. She had only two personal attendants (one of which was, she believed, her father‟s spy) and a household totaling four, when the maid and cook were taken into account. Her gown was threadbare at the seams, her father having neglected her household stipend, and when he did remember to pay her servants, there was nothing left over for new clothes. She balanced the books herself since, years earlier, she had been forced to let her secretary go. As it stood, her servants stayed on because of their love of her, because they certainly did not stay for the value of the living she could provide.

Still, it was a damn sight better than the cold, bleak dampness of the emperor‟s prisons.

The fact of the matter was, she was the emperor‟s daughter whether he wanted to acknowledge that or not. The blood in her veins meant his enemies could use her to stage a coup.

So, he had to control her and keep her close enough to keep an eye on her. At least, she believed, until he could contrive of a way to be rid of her like he had done with her mother.

Now she was twenty-five cycles old and more than adult enough to be a threat to her decade younger brother and heir apparent. She was also old enough now to be executed without making her father look too much like the monster he was. Truthfully, she had been living in anticipation of this day ever since her last incarceration. The day when she would be called into his presence for the last time.

* * *

They reached the presence chamber and the guards before her threw open the doors. She had expected to see him at the end of the bamboo runner that led through a sea of courtiers and ended at the foot of the throne where he was usually sitting in much state and pompousness. But the throne lay empty and there was an eerie quietude among the courtiers. Her chin rose proudly as she realized all eyes were upon her. She might be terrified of what the emperor had in store for her, but she would be damned if she would let anyone else see that. No matter what he decreed, as far as she was concerned she was the heir to his throne. She had lawfully been his firstborn child. The law of their land demanded she be his heiress. She did not recognize the laws he had hastily passed in order to put her aside.

But neither would she raise a hand against her innocent half-blood sibling. She knew there were factions willing and able to overthrow the young prince if she so much as nodded in their direction, but she would not exile another to the fate she had been exiled to.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Prelate Kitsos step to the edge of the runner as she was being hurried past the roomful of prelates and paxsors. He tried to catch her eye, his look full of some kind of meaning and intent. She remained staring full ahead, not wanting in any way to be associated with the man‟s plots and plans. He was too obvious in his avarice. He would be the death of them both if he were not more careful.

Now her heart was lodged firmly in her throat, although it seemed to beat twice as fast.

She was led past her father‟s throne and into his private visitation chamber. The difference in the brightness from one room to the next was shocking, and she was nearly blind in the sudden darkness. She clutched the prayer book she held between her hands, hoping the Great Being was watching over her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she was grabbed roughly around each of her arms and shoved hastily forward. She tripped over the skirt of her gown, making her fall to her knees in an obesience she did not truly feel, may the universe forgive her for her angry heart.

She was now kneeling at the feet of the man who had tormented her throughout her life in one way or another. She would have bowed to him on her own power, but she would never have groveled before him. She clenched her teeth in anger, forcing her countenance to remain cool and serene. She could not afford to be prideful. She could not risk any show of backbone in front of an emperor who had no compunctions about killing off anyone who ticked him off.

Silence ticked by, the only sound in her ears was the rasp of her own breathing. She kept her eyes trained on the bamboo runner that ran through this room as well. The woven, decorative mats were used to protect flooring and, in this instance, hand-malleayed carpeting. Artisans created malleay rugs on great looms, working teams of people in some sort of concert of creativity. She had not seen one of the rich creations in completion since childhood, and even now the mat thwarted her. True, the bamboo was cleverly wrought, colorful threads and Delran platinum decorating the plain tan fibers and creating something quite spectacular, but she would much rather see the rug.

Far more than she wished to see her father just then. Even now all she could see of him was his slippered feet.

“Sister.”

The pubescent voice startled her, as did the address, and she forgot herself and looked up.

Instead of her father, she found herself at the feet of a brother she only knew from images in VidMags and other media. He was tall and gangly, all sharp joints and a physical awkwardness that rolled off him even though all he was doing was standing still. But he also had that imperious air and confidence of a prince born and raised. The luxurious cloth-of-platinum robes he wore were robes of state and, though they seemed to weigh heavily on his narrow frame, he wore them perfectly straight and with the exactness of someone used to such finery.

“My good brother,” she said, inclining her head again. “I am honored to meet you at last.”

“Are you?” he questioned her. “Or are you as much a traitoress as your mother was? Now that our father is dead, will you drive a knife in my back at the first opportunity?”

“Our father is dead?”

“He will be long remembered,” everyone in the room said solemnly, the ritual confirming the fact.

The shock was so tremendous, so unexpected, that she forgot she was not allowed to acknowledge the emperor as her father. There was also such a shocking release within her psyche, the relief of almost a decade‟s worth of stress and tension, that she immediately felt lightheaded. Blackness rode over her, forcing her to drop her prayer book and brace her hands out on the floor. She fought off the faint that was tugging at her and used her seemingly obeisant position to touch her forehead to her brother‟s slipper.

“My great lord and emperor,” she said, “I am so utterly sorry for your loss.”

“So, you acknowledge me to be our father‟s heir?” He was clearly fishing and she had learned to tread carefully around such dangling worms.

“I have always done so, Your Eminence. Is it not so decreed? I am the fruit of a treacherous woman who conspired to murder our lord and master, the late emperor. Her shame is my shame. I do not deserve to be heir or empress.”

“Then you will not mind signing this document to that effect.”

Her brother‟s hand swept out to the left and she raised her eyes to see a secretary reach down with a carefully drawn up document, its gilt edges brightly obscene as she quickly read the contents.

I, Ambrea Vas Allay, do swear from this day forward, that I renounce my blood and any
connection to the Allay throne. Thus, I will now be known only as Ambrea Vas, a commoner and
subject of this realm. I sign this of my own free will with both signature and retinal scan to prove
beyond a shadow of a doubt that these are my wishes and desires. Any attempts on my part to
take the Allay throne, from this day forward, will be considered an act of high treason and will
result in the immediate forfeiture of my life
.