Prince’s Gambit (Captive Prince, #2) by C.S. Pacat EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author Name: C.S. Pacat
- Book Genre: Adult, Fantasy, Fiction, LGBT, M M Romance, Queer, Romance
- Series Detail: Book 2 in the Captive Prince series
- ISBN # 9780425274279
- ASIN # 0425274276
- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: February 4, 2013
- PDF File Size: 1.2 MB
- EPUB File Size: 780 KB
THE SHADOWS WERE long with sunset when they rode up, and the horizon was red.
Chastillon was a single jutting tower, a dark round bulk against the sky. It
was huge and old, like the castles far to the south, Ravenel and Fortaine,
built to withstand battering siege. Damen gazed at the view, unsettled. He
found it impossible to look at the approach without seeing the castle at
Marlas, that distant tower flanked by long red fields.
‘It’s hunting country,’ said Orlant, mistaking the nature of his gaze. ‘Dare
you to make a run for it.’
He said nothing. He was not here to run. It was a strange feeling to be
unchained and riding with a group of Veretian soldiers of his own free will.
A day’s ride, even at the slow pace of wagons through pleasant
countryside in late spring, was enough by which to judge the quality of a
company. Govart did very little but sit, an impersonal shape above the
swishing tail of his muscled horse, but whoever had captained these men
previously had drilled them to maintain immaculate formation over the long
course of a ride. The discipline was a little surprising. Damen wondered if
they could hold their lines in a fight.
If they could, there was some cause for hope, though in truth, his
wellspring of good mood had more to do with the outdoors, the sunshine
and the illusion of freedom that came with being given a horse and a sword.
Even the weight of the gold collar and cuffs on his throat and wrists could
not diminish it.
The household servants had turned out to meet them, arraying themselves
as they would for the arrival of any significant party. The Regent’s men,
who were supposedly stationed at Chastillon awaiting the Prince’s arrival,
were nowhere to be seen.
There were fifty horses to be stabled, fifty sets of armour and tack to be
unstrapped, and fifty places to be readied in the barracks—and that was
only the men at arms, not the servants and wagons. But in the enormous
courtyard, the Prince’s party looked small, insignificant. Chastillon was
large enough to swallow fifty men as though the number was nothing.
No one was pitching tents: the men would sleep in the barracks; Laurent
would sleep in the keep.
Laurent swung out of the saddle, peeled off his riding gloves, tucking
them into his belt, and gave his attention to the castellan. Govart barked a
few orders, and Damen found himself occupied with armour, detailing and
care of his horse.
Across the courtyard, a couple of alaunt hounds came bounding down the
stone stairs to throw themselves ecstatically at Laurent, who indulged one
of them with a rub behind the ears, causing a spasm of jealousy in the other.
Orlant broke Damen’s attention. ‘Physician wants you,’ he said, pointing
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