Captive Prince (Captive Prince #1) by C.S. Pacat EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author Name: C.S. Pacat
- Book Genre: Fantasy, LGBT, Romance
- ISBN # 9780425274262
- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: 2013-2-2
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DAMEN CAME BACK to himself in stages, his drugged limbs heavy against
the silk cushions, the gold cuffs on his wrists like lead weights. His eyelids
raised and lowered. The sounds he heard made no sense at first: the murmur
of voices speaking Veretian. Instinct said: Get up.
He gathered himself, pushing up onto his knees.
Veretian voices?
His muddled thoughts, arriving at this conclusion, could make nothing of
it at first. His mind was harder than his body to muster. He could not
immediately remember anything after his capture, though he knew that time
had passed between now and then. He was aware that at some point he had
been drugged. He searched for that memory. Eventually he found it.
He had tried to escape.
He had been transported inside a locked wagon under heavy guard to a
house on the edge of the city. He had been pulled from the wagon into a
closed courtyard and . . . he remembered bells. The courtyard had filled
with the sudden sound of bells, a cacophony of sound from the highest
places in the city, carrying in the warm evening air.
Bells at dusk, heralding a new King.
Theomedes is dead. All hail Kastor.
At the sound of the bells, the need to escape had overwhelmed any urge
to caution or subterfuge, part of the fury and grief that came upon him in
waves. The starting of the horses had given him his opportunity.
But he had been unarmed, and surrounded by soldiers, in a closed
courtyard. The subsequent handling had not been delicate. They had thrown
him into a cell deep in the bowels of the house, after which, they had
drugged him. Days had bled into one another.
Of the rest he recalled only brief snatches including—his stomach sank—
the slap and spray of salt water: transportation aboard a ship.
His head was clearing. His head was clearing for the first time in—how
long?
How long since his capture? How long since the bells had rung? How
long had he allowed this to go on? A surge of will drove Damen from his
knees onto his feet. He must protect his household, his people. He took a
step.
A chain rattled. The tiled floor slid under his feet, dizzily; his vision
swam.
He struck out for support and steadied himself, one shoulder against the
wall. With an effort of will, he did not slide back down it. Holding himself
upright, he forced the dizziness back. Where was he? He made his hazy
mind take inventory of himself and his surroundings.
He was dressed in the brief garments of an Akielon slave, and from head
to toe he was clean. He supposed this meant he had been tended, though his
mind could supply him with no memory of it happening. He retained the
gold collar and the gold cuffs on his wrists. His collar was chained to an
iron link in the floor by means of a chain and a lock.
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