“Good morning, beautiful,” I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. “Athena, love, the sun’s coming up.” I groaned and stretched rolling over. Carlton DuJarms smiled at me. “You look like an angel.” I grinned and pulled him close and kissed him.
“But you know I’m not,” I whispered. He laughed.
“Gods, I’m going to miss Dovetail,” he moaned as I straddled him.
“Oh, do you not think that you’ll have nights like last night back in Dorin?” I whispered in his ear before nipping it. I like Carlton, he’s dumb as a rock but he knows his way around a bed. He’s decent with a sword too.
“Unlikely,” he said, “I don’t think many of the debutantes are interested in our activities.” I laughed and stood up, looking for my underdress. “You could come back with me.”
“Ha,” I snorted, “no I can’t.” I only half belong to the same world as Carlton, the world of the merchants, of clans with carefully calculated marriage contracts to maintain market dominance and balance, of complicated social rituals and long journeys.
The other half of my life, as a member of the royal guard and household was even stranger, since there wasn’t, at the moment, a royal family, and I was spending my time fighting for there to be one.
“Why not?” He said. “I know I don’t have much, but I think your grandfather would accept it.” I looked at him and smiled and kissed him.
“No, Carlton,” I said softly. “I know my grandfather would accept it. He’d be overjoyed if I moved into his house and you showed up and begged permission to court me. He’d invite every merchant in Cammadan, even the ones he hates to the wedding, but it won’t happen.” I pulled on my overdress and fastened my sword around my waist.
“So what’s the problem?” He asked. I leaned down and kissed him.
“Carland Dumanis is not my only family,” I said. “My brother, and the general need me here.” It wasn’t only that, but serving family would be something he could understand.
“Oh,” he said, “when I come back in the fall, can I see you?” I smiled.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I said. I walked down the stairs. I was hoping to slip out before anyone awoke.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” a low voice from the breakfast room of the townhouse called. “Good morning, Niece.”
“Good Morning, Uncle Trey,” I said walking in, this was my Uncle Tristan’s (Called Trey by the family) house, Carlton was one of his apprentices. “I can’t stay, I have to get back to the palace.” He nodded, a sly smile on his face. “He’s unharmed, but thinks he’s in love with me, I apologize for any longing you may have to deal with.”
“My dear, I would prefer you found your amusement elsewhere,” he sighed. I blushed. “I won’t lecture you, I’ll leave that to my namesake.” I groaned. “We leave in two days, I’d like to see you both before we do.”
“Alright,” I said and kissed him on the forehead and walked out the door.
I love my city, and Dovetail waking up in the morning is one of the best things about it. I nodded and curtsied to various people greeting me. “Good Morning, Lady Athena,” “Cornan bless The Princess, m’lady,” but the further I got from The Market, the greeting became more formal, a nod or salute, sometimes nothing at all.
The great Palace of Dovetail was haunted.
Inside the gates I slipped into the barracks, a large, slightly less ornate building where the royal guard stays and then into the apartment I share with my twin brother Tristan. I grabbed by sword, and blocked a blow I saw coming and then kicked my attacker in the chest.
He grabbed my arm and flipped me over onto my back. Standing over me was practically a mirror of my own face. The same thin, if a little too long nose, the same light dusting of freckles and the same emerald green eyes.
“Yield?” A light smile danced on his face.
“Never,” I hissed playfully and grabbed his ankles pulling him down. He laughed.
“You’re late,” he said. I sighed and nodded as we both stood up. “Who was it?”
“Carlton,” I said, “they’re leaving in a few days, Uncle Trey wants us at dinner before they do.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Tristan said and sat down. I narrowed my eyes. “We have a mission.”
“How?” I asked. I didn’t understand how, no one commanded us at the moment, our mentor and guardian, General Thomas Martin was exiled, and we didn’t report to Lord Brayton.
“Countess Olivia requires an escort,” he said. I groaned. “I thought you liked the Countess.”
“I do,” I said. “But escort duty?” He shrugged. “Just the Countess? Not the Count?”
“Apparently, he is staying behind,” he said.
“That is exceedingly odd,” I said. Count Caleb and Countess Olivia of Pantona rarely did anything separately, let alone travel. “Alright.”
“You know you can do better,” Tristan said. I looked at him and smiled. “Trey’s boys are all idiots.”
“You have to say that because you’re my brother,” I said.
“No, as your brother, I have to lecture you about you’re bringing the family dishonor and how dare he presume and blah blah blah,” he grinned.
“That would be if we were merchants,” I said.
“If we were merchants,” he agreed.