Three feet wide and ringed with golden thread, it depicted the emperor’s seal—a lion, fangs bared, claws extended. Around the beast’s neck was the Xara’s medallion, symbol of Luthalia, the small southern nation ruled by his wife, the empress. In the morning, Ily would begin the pattern that formed the bulk of the rug. She could see it when she closed her eyes, at night before she slept. It would have to be worked in a single sitting. The thread was prepared and laid out on spindles surrounding a large cushion at the center of the room. She planned to sleep alone tonight and wake early. She’d told Kal about her plan this morning and so was surprised when she turned toward the door to find him standing there. He was dressed in finery. The tunic he wore was a deep twilight blue with a soft sheen. Finely tailored leggings and polished boots. It took her breath away. So easy to forget he was an aristo when naked he was only another man.
What do You think about Threads Of Desire (Spellcraft)?
