"Jennifer Fallon - Demon Child 03 - Harshini" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fallon Jennifer)

"A true romantic, isn't he," Adrina complained. "Do we have to stand around here chatting? I'm freezing.
Every time I get married, I seem to be freezing."

"We should head back to the camp. Denjon had the cooks prepare a wedding feast for you."

"What a culinary experience that's going to be," Adrina grumbled.

"You're not planning to make this easy, are you?" R'shiel asked.

The Princess conceded the point reluctantly. "Very well, I shall endeavour to be appreciative of the
efforts of my hosts."

"That should be a new experience for you," Damin remarked blandly.

The Warlord enjoyed living dangerously, R'shiel decided, noticing the look Adrina gave him. She made
her excuses, leaving the bride and groom with Brak, and slipped away to speak with Denjon.

"Thank you, Captain."

"I'm sure I've broken a score of laws here today, R'shiel. Are you sure this was necessary?"

"Positive. It'll keep Hythria and Fardohnya off our backs while we deal with the Kariens."

"I hope you're right. I'm not sure the marriage of a Hythrun Warlord to a Fardohnyan will help Medalon
much. Particularly the Warlord who's spent most of the past decade trying to steal every head of cattle


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on our side on the border."

"This Warlord is on our side now, Denjon."

"I'll have to take your word for that. Although he seems reasonable enough."

She smiled, wondering what Damin would think of such a backhanded compliment. "Never fear. Events
will strike a balance eventually."

"I hope you're right, demon child."

R'shiel had no chance to chide the captain for calling her by that hated name. A commotion ahead of
them distracted her as a Defender ran towards them from the line of tents ahead, calling her name.

"What's wrong?" she demanded as the man pushed through the wedding party to reach her.

"It's Tarja," the young man panted. "He's awake."

R'shiel beat everyone else to the infirmary tent. She pushed her way through the flap and ran to the pallet
where Tarja lay at the far end of the large tent, straining uselessly against the ropes that held him.