Emilia frowned to herself slightly, taking care not to create wrinkles. It was most vexatious that Finduilas had not appeared at the luncheon. It was past time that Emilia should have made herself known to her- best regards, any aid in a foreign city and so on. Finduilas, it would appear, was the future and had to be cultivated. That younger sister of hers was no help whatsoever, a young hoyden. Emilia had felt worn out after a few minutes talk with her. Surely soon she would get her chance.
The best part of the lunch had been the fact that there were plenty of male escorts to go around. Emilia had been in high demand,that was natural. Thenidir had come to pay his respects- perfectly polite on the surface but his lips had lingered on her hand.
Perhaps after all, he would be the best choice? Men like Beren simply bored her. Thenidir had sent her a note asking to accompany her to the next ball, and while he didn't have the position she had hoped for, anything was possible in the future. After all, her part in the Dryea affair would stand her in good stead as regarded influence. Perhaps the steward would support her first child? Especially if it was a son. Life looked bright.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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