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''You have been hurt, and lack trust'', he thought, willing his imaginings into her head. ''I would protect you if only you would let me''.<br><br> | ''You have been hurt, and lack trust'', he thought, willing his imaginings into her head. ''I would protect you if only you would let me''.<br><br> | ||
| − | As the eldritch light faded he swept her up in his arms, cradling her as he carried her to the stairs leading to the ostentatious rooms below. The chill of the night air turned his skin to gooseflesh, but the touch of her hands around his neck and her cheek on his shoulder flushed with heat. <br><br> | + | As the eldritch light faded he swept her up in his arms, cradling her as he carried her to the stairs leading to the ostentatious rooms below. The chill of the night air turned his skin to gooseflesh, but the touch of her hands around his neck and her cheek on his shoulder against flushed with heat. <br><br> |
The doors below remained propped open, as he’d left them, making entry into the stateroom effortless. The air was heavy with the smell of incense; myrrh and sandalwood smoke wafted to the ceiling. The ceiling was covered by a tapestry secured at the four corners, which depicted Psyche and Eros joined in the act of love, too explicit to be tasteful, but a fine example of the weaver’s art. On either side of the door stood large armoires filled with clothes and finery. Along the left was a simple wooden chest containing Alexi’s work clothes, and a small writing desk. Along the right wall was a small bookshelf decorated with what he had been informed were the essential classics of British literature for his study, and a sword stand with an elaborate court epee and a much more workman like cavalry sabre. From the ceiling depended four oil lamps, ruby red glass panels coloring the light a sanguine tone he hoped showed off his hair appealingly when he first had them installed. The center and far wall of the room were dominated by the large bed of bundled wool covered by a mattress of eiderdown, draped in satin sheets in dark blue covered with the white silk comforter decorated with his family crest. The crest was a shield, bordered in sky blue, a white field, a fox head sinister. Embroidered in Cyrillic was his family motto: ''The clever may catch the earliest bird''. Умное может поймать самую раннюю птицу<br><br> | The doors below remained propped open, as he’d left them, making entry into the stateroom effortless. The air was heavy with the smell of incense; myrrh and sandalwood smoke wafted to the ceiling. The ceiling was covered by a tapestry secured at the four corners, which depicted Psyche and Eros joined in the act of love, too explicit to be tasteful, but a fine example of the weaver’s art. On either side of the door stood large armoires filled with clothes and finery. Along the left was a simple wooden chest containing Alexi’s work clothes, and a small writing desk. Along the right wall was a small bookshelf decorated with what he had been informed were the essential classics of British literature for his study, and a sword stand with an elaborate court epee and a much more workman like cavalry sabre. From the ceiling depended four oil lamps, ruby red glass panels coloring the light a sanguine tone he hoped showed off his hair appealingly when he first had them installed. The center and far wall of the room were dominated by the large bed of bundled wool covered by a mattress of eiderdown, draped in satin sheets in dark blue covered with the white silk comforter decorated with his family crest. The crest was a shield, bordered in sky blue, a white field, a fox head sinister. Embroidered in Cyrillic was his family motto: ''The clever may catch the earliest bird''. Умное может поймать самую раннюю птицу<br><br> | ||
