No, better to leave that for now. Being rough with her was one thing, but she was just noble enough for it to matter. Better to leave the fullness of it for those who wouldnt be missed.

Lyril was rather beautiful herself, of course, because Vars wouldnt be sleeping with her if she werent: flame-haired and creamy-skinned, full-bodied and green-eyed. She was the eldest daughter of a nobleman who fancied himself a merchant, or a merchant whod bought nobility, Vars couldnt remember which, and didnt particularly care. She was less than him, so she did as he commanded. What else was there?

Seen enough, my prince? she asked. She stood and moved across to him. Vars liked the way she did that. Liked the way she did a lot of things.

My father wants me to join him on a hunt tomorrow, Vars said.

I could ride out with you, Lyril said. Watch you and offer you my favors as you ride.

Vars laughed, and if that caused a flash of hurt to her, who cared? Besides, Lyril would be used to it by now. Ordinarily, he didnt sleep with women for long before he grew bored with them, or they drifted off elsewhere, or he hurt them too much and they ran. Lyril had lasted longer than most. Years now, although obviously there had been others in that time.

Embarrassed to be seen with me? she asked.

Vars stepped close to her, stopping her with a look. In that moment of fear, she was as beautiful as anyone he had seen.

I will do as I wish, Vars said.

Yes, my prince, she replied, with another shiver that set its answer trembling along Varss arms with desire.

You are as lovely as any woman alive, and noble born, and perfect, he said.

Then why is it that youre taking so long to marry me? Lyril asked. It was an old argument. Shed been asking, and hinting, and commenting for as long as Vars could remember.

He stepped in, quick and sharp, grabbing her by the hair. Marry you? Why should I marry you? Do you think youre special?

I must be, she countered. Or a prince like you would never want me.

She had him there.

Soon, Vars said, pushing down his flash of anger. When things are right for it.

And when will things be right? Lyril demanded. She started to dress, and just the sight of her doing it was enough to make Vars want to undress her again. He moved over to her, kissing her deeply.

Soon, Vars promised, because promising was easy. For now though…

For now, were meant to be at your fathers feast, celebrating the arrival of your sisters fiancé, Lyril said. She looked thoughtful for a moment. I wonder if hes handsome.

Vars spun her to him, his arms grasping hard enough that she gasped. Am I not enough for you?

Enough, and more than enough.