Continued from here"If not for the climate, one might almost think we were in Montrève," I remarked from where I sat brushing down Hyacinthe's horse. Good tempered as ever, she scarcely even flicked her tail as I ran the comb through her coat, working tangles out of her mane. "'Tis a shame there aren't more birds, or more interesting game; we might ( Read more... )

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"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," I grinned. "But everything in its place-- and in moderation, though I daresay we could use a few more nights like this to balance nights like Mardi Gras out." When I'd stumbled home tipsy from that disaster, he'd thankfully kept silent-- he'd also made sure to be absent from my foul mood brought on by ( Read more... )