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I gently shook my leg to shake him off, then leaned over and set aside, and tried to slip past his mom again. She did not move and did not make any movements, only she was just as attentively watching us.
I'm good, really. Don't eat me. - Feeling very stupid, I tried to convince the animal that I should be released. - Honestly. I've even shared the last chicken with your baby. And he himself came to me, I did not pull him out.
She finally turned her unblinking gaze from me to her baby. And with an imperceptibly fast movement, she rushed past me and ended up next to him. Fuh! I breathed a sigh of relief and almost ran away. Life doesn't teach me anything, I didn't even have to stay in the cave when I found a lair there.
I had already run about two hundred meters when this mother-beast appeared in front of me again and blocked my way. I don’t understand anything. How does she do that? Is it teleporting? After all, she did not run past me, for sure. In her teeth she held her baby by the scruff of the neck. We stood and looked at each other. Then she suddenly slid to me, I even held my breath, and she suddenly poked her son into my hands, who was dangling in her teeth, jerking his paws funny. Out of surprise, I picked up the little animal and now stood with it in my hands, not knowing what to do next.
H'm. Thanks of course, but what should I do with it? I have no more food left, I have nothing to treat him with now. Maybe you shouldn't give it to me?
The baby's mother stood and again looked into my eyes without blinking. For a second I looked at the fluttering living creatures in my hands, and when I raised my eyes again, we were already together. Class! Is it that she gave me her child for adoption? Fuck. Does it really happen in nature?
Yeah, boy. We got cool with you. So, now we will live and live together, and make good money?
The baby walked badly, so I had to carry him in my arms. When my hands were already falling off from the weight, I twisted it into my jacket and fastened it on myself in a kind of a sling in which mothers carry babies. So we finally got to the bottom. When I reached the river, I pulled the cub out of my jacket, laid it on the ground, threw my bag next to it, and fell exhausted on my back. How difficult these two days were. Yes, and got a pet again. But I have already promised that I will not have any more animals. Shera was enough for me in abundance - there will be enough impressions for the whole life. But no, again my pity let me down.
It would be necessary to come up with a name for the baby, and then try to find out from people who it is at all. And the way Pushkin turns out - "Not a mouse, not a frog, but an unknown animal."
Well, plundel? Shall I come up with a name for you? You and I are kind of like one team now. - I sat down and looked for the animal with my eyes.
But while I was resting, he hid somewhere in the grass, and next to me only my bag lay lonely. And next to it is another bag, also mine. I blinked in stunned eyes at this second bag. And she blinked back at me.
What we have, we do not store;
having lost - we cry.
Kozma Prutkov
Finally, Aleta's preparations are over. How funny she is, she packed so many things as if she was going to the desert. At first I tried to hint it to her, and then I decided so. If only she did it all faster.
Thank the gods, finally. Brownie Petrus did not deceive me, the portal really opened without any problems. It’s even strange how I myself didn’t think of such a simple way. Not otherwise, the lack of magic affected my mental abilities. The tremor of the haze around us showed that the last stage had come, there was only one moment left, and I would find myself at home, in Alzerat. I mentally imagined the place where I planned to be transported. The portal opened, and we were whirled around, when suddenly Aleta jerked away from me. I, cursing, tried to hold her back, but something went wrong and she was torn off, and I was thrown out of the portal.
Oh, the landing was not as pleasant as it could have been. I was dragged across the grass and hit into a tree. I jumped up with lightning speed, looking around, but ... I was alone. Aleta was nowhere to be found. Grahkhen tosh !!! What happened? After all, everything worked as it should, I was standing exactly in the place that I mentally imagined when building the portal ... An extensive park in the vicinity of the palace. You can see the roofs of the palace, I’ll be there in a couple of hours on foot.
I walked briskly into the palace straight to the court magician. Father will wait, but I urgently need someone who can track the portal while there are traces of magical interference. There was no doubt that Moatti was somewhere here in Alzerat. The moonstone in my earring shone with the same even light, and I still felt that everything was fine with her, our connection was still in place. The only question is where it was thrown. And this was to be found out as soon as possible.
When I reached the palace, I burst into the laboratory of Master Linkenkal, our court magician. And, of course, I immediately stumbled upon it. After briefly explaining the situation, I asked him to follow me and help me track the portal. We were on the spot quickly, on horseback it is not far away. But ... Maitre Linkenkal could not help me in any way. Confirmed that the second channel was released here on Alzerat. But where exactly he could not track.
Grahkhen tosh !!! What is it. How to find her before she gets into trouble? We must by any means get into the closed library of the father and get to the entries in the forbidden spellbook. Surely in the section describing the "Chanet moatti" ritual there should be some information about the possibility of contact between two moatti in such cases. After all, I feel that everything is all right with her, she is alive, not wounded.
Yes, I will. Anreniel will cover me, I will tell him everything. Together we can think of something.
The world is small, and the more acquaintances appear,
the smaller the world becomes.
I saw cats without smiles, but a smile without a cat ... - I quoted a well-known phrase in a trembling voice, looking at the second bag ..
At that moment, the bag began to tremble, and a round nose bulged out in the middle, and then the whole muzzle. Just a picture of the surrealists - a bag, and from the bag the eyes of my new pet looked at me affectionately, and the nose moved funny.
Baby? It's you? - not believing myself, I called.
And then the bag in some incomprehensible way crawled, changed color and texture and turned into an animal, which ridiculously kicked up with its fat ass, rushed to flatter me.
Honestly, I just have no words. I somehow survived the brutal mother who moves with incredible speed and finds herself where a second ago she was not there, and then suddenly gave me her child for adoption. But here is her child, who in an inconceivable way from a four-legged fat and shaggy little kitten turned into a black smooth bag, and at the same time managed to look and wiggle his nose, and then back into the beast - this is beyond my understanding. I turned the animal in different directions, poked a fat belly with my finger, felt it, fingered its paws - but it looked normal. Shaggy, plump, funny. Yeah.
The toddler and I shared our meager food supply, namely a modest chicken foot and a pack of crackers that was in my bag. To put it mildly, we did not have enough food, we wanted to eat absolutely ugly. Considering that this puppy was not a puppy, I don't know who, and had a brutal appetite, so he got most of our modest lunch.
Yes, kid, looking at you I remember one just as funny and the same voracious alien, Alpha. His phrase "I sat quietly, peacefully. Then I got hungry. Further, as in a fog!" - suits you exclusively. I sighed. - Perhaps, I will call you that - Alf. Besides, you are the first living thing that I have met on this planet.
that they serve animals rather than animals.
Diogenes of Sinop.
The night passed alarmingly, as I was very afraid that while I was sleeping, the cat would quietly die in the kitchen and in the morning I would be greeted by a fresh cat corpse. Therefore, at night I got up several times to check how the cat was and give him another amount of water and milk. He was very emaciated, you won't give much at once, but somehow you need to feed him, especially since he himself did not try to drink.
By the morning, oddly enough, the cat more or less came to life, it is true, he did not try to get up, but he carefully watched my movements and even drank water himself. After breakfast, I ran to a nearby shopping center and bought a shampoo for cats, a hairbrush, some cat vitamins, and everything that is needed when a cat appears in the house. And also a chicken. It is necessary to fatten the animal, but it does not seem that he can master dry food.
For two days I fed him chicken broth, boiled chicken and milk. And poured medicine into my mouth through a dispenser. By Sunday evening, he finally moved away and even began to try to get up. Although I wasn't sure if it was right, I dragged him into the bathroom and gave him a flea shampoo. How much dirt had washed off him, I could not even imagine that in winter, with snow, one could manage to get rid of it like that. The cat fought back languidly, but on the whole behaved quite decently and we did without scratches and cat tantrums.
After washing and drying, it turned out that the cat has long fluffy black hair with gray-blue stains, tassels on large ears and a luxurious fluffy tail. It seems that this breed is called Maine Coon, however, I do not understand this issue. How such a luxurious cat appeared on the street, and even in such a disastrous state, was not clear. Either he ran away and got lost, or the owners threw him out, but the cat was beautiful. Only very thin and scared, just hug and cry.
Well, kitty? How do you? Is it okay, poor fellow? Now that you are clean, you can go into the room. Come on, I’ll show you where you’re going to live now, until you’re well and we decide what to do with you. - I picked up the cat in my arms and walked with him around the apartment. - What should I call you? Murzik?
The cat hissed and tried to escape.
Barsik? Oh, I know! You remind me of Cher, the same black and cheeky-faced. You will be Cher.
The cat looked at me in awe and barked.
On Monday morning, I was getting ready for work, and the cat slowly, staggering, wandered around the apartment and studied the space. Although, what to study is there is only one room in the apartment. True, the kitchen is large and the bathroom is separate.
I made coffee and sat down to breakfast and watch the news, and put the food for the cat in the plate I had allocated for him. Ignoring the plate on the floor, Cher jumped into the chair opposite me, put his front paws on the table and tried to steal a sandwich from my plate.
Hey, cat, don't be impudent. I put food for you. ”I pushed the plate away and put the cat on the floor in front of his plate. Ignoring this, the cat jumped back onto the chair, put its front paws on the table and stared at me expectantly.
Shaggy, you are an esthete, as I see, do you want to eat at the table? Okay, - I put the cat's plate on the table, sat down and stared at the cat with interest. When Cher began to gently eat boiled chicken out of it, laughter broke out. - Oh, how! Did you run away from the circus or what?
Cher looked at me reproachfully and continued his breakfast. With a chuckle, I began to finish my coffee.
So it was our custom, we both had breakfast and dinner at the table, and in the afternoon he ate from plates set on the floor. With our diet, too, everything was not like normal people and cats. He flatly refused to eat cat food, neither dry nor canned. He ate what I did - cereals, pasta, soups, meat, milk, even bread and potatoes. Only I got used to adding hot spices not when cooking, but only on my plate. For several more days, in the mornings and evenings, coming after work and evening classes in the fitness club, I gave him antibiotics. Cher recovered amazingly quickly and no longer resembled that frozen, half-dead creature that Grandfather Vasil and I had picked up in a snowdrift. He ate very carefully, but in huge quantities. Just a bottomless stomach of some sort, it looks like it was eating off after its forced hunger strike in the street or ate for future use.
What made me endlessly happy was that he was silent. I hate cat screams and the fact that Shera was not heard is just some kind of holiday. The only time he yelled nasty is if I didn’t let him into the bathroom when I was taking a shower or a bath, or in bed. In the first case, he threw himself at the door with his whole carcass, trying to break through and screamed like a cut. And once inside, he was attached to the washing machine and closely watched me, periodically trying to catch my leg out of the water. In the second, I methodically drove him out from under the blanket, and he just as methodically and purposefully climbed back, stirring up something feline abusive. And having achieved his goal, he settled down at my side and slept under the covers until he got hot and he crawled out. He followed me around the apartment on his heels, as soon as I entered the apartment in the evening, as a shadow, he relentlessly followed me. If I was sitting on the couch, then he was attached to the side and cuddled, if in an armchair, then he lay down on his feet. The only place where he did not rush after me was the toilet.
One morning I was getting ready for work and talked to Cher, and he, as usual, sat opposite and carefully watched my dressing and packing.
Well, Cher, can you help me choose an outfit for today? - I asked with a laugh, he had a very serious face. - Come on, tell me. This skirt and blouse or this trouser suit? Just keep in mind, I still have to dance classes tonight.
Cher stretched lazily, jumped down and walked over to me. I watched him with interest. He is a very strange cat after all, either incredibly smart, or well-trained. In the meantime, he defiantly pretended to bury both presented outfits, walked over to the closet and looked back at me. It was getting interesting already. Standing on his hind legs, Cher leaned his forelegs against the shelf under the hanging things and poked one paw into his jeans. I turned around, checked that I was looking at him, and poked my paw again, but into a thin woolen sweater.
Wow! Wow! - I was just stunned. I clearly did not expect this from a cat. - Well, whatever you say, jeans means jeans. I feel like a witch with a cat familiar.
I quickly put on the set offered by Cher, well, do not upset the animal, I asked for it myself, and ran off to work. I had something to think about. It seems that the cat is really not simple. This is how much money and time it took to train a cat like that. And how did he actually end up on the street? And are they looking for him all over the city.
2Aleta Milena Zavoichinskaya
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Name: Aleta
About the book Milena Zavoichinskaya "Aleta"
There are books purely for men, like action films about war, human cruelty, and there are women’s - these are real women’s such novels. Of course, it cannot be denied that sometimes men also want to read something cute, while women, on the contrary, have a desire to read a more serious book.
The work of Milena Zavoichinskaya "Aleta" refers precisely to such girlish novels. The book will help you rest, relax, enjoy a beautiful love story and travel. In addition, there is mysticism and even the other world here.
The story tells about a girl named Aleta. Once she saw a homeless cat and decided to save him, taking it for herself. But the cat turned out to be not even a cat at all, and Aleta herself is not an ordinary person. She owns magic, and is even a descendant of the great gods. In the other world, she is not the last person, so the girl receives not only strength, but also the opportunity to endlessly go shopping and buy what she wants.
The book "Aleta" is a little simple in that the main character, although a very extraordinary and original personality, but at the same time her actions are a little embarrassing. But in general, you can find an excuse for her everywhere. After all, not every day they tell you that you are a descendant of great magicians, and give you the opportunity to go shopping every day.
Milena Zavoichinskaya created an unusual world that exists in parallel with ours, where magical creatures live, who sometimes enter our world. Like the cat that Aleta picked up. After all, he turned out to be a dark elf - a slender handsome man with very strange requirements. For example, he likes to watch when Aleta takes a shower.
In the book "Aleta" there will be a huge number of different animals. And they are all very bright and interesting, moreover, gifted with various supernatural abilities, intelligence and outstanding appearance. So you will definitely not be bored here.
In addition, Milena Zavoichinskaya has a very good sense of humor. You will laugh and be moved by the adventures of the main character.
The book "Aleta" is most likely intended for teenage girls. Here is a real fairy tale about how a simple girl becomes a Princess, and not just somewhere out there, but in the magical world. In addition, she gains immortality and great strength, and most importantly, she finds herself in a city ruled by women, which means that she is provided with shopping every day, as well as massages, spas, and other pleasant procedures. But on the other hand, the book is very funny and kind, and will appeal to older women. She will help to distract from worldly problems and enjoy a funny story with animals, which, like all pets from our world, find themselves in funny situations, drawing their owner into them.
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But why was it necessary to open a secret portal directly from the imperial palace? Accidentally? And in the neighboring principality illegally entered - also by accident? And she also got married, apparently, quite by accident ...The theory must be confirmed. How? That's right, practice. And if you are a universal magician, and even a bookwalker, then in the next reality you should not wave a wand (well, or what is at hand - a sword? A broom?), But think with your head and only after that magic. But the last one in Darkoli, where Kira and her partner Karel go for summer practice, is not very successful.Kira and her partner Karel are special book walkers. Dot. Confirmed and signed. And if earlier one could still doubt this, now, after Annushka ... sorry, Annatiniel Cariboro, a dark fairy, a teacher of bestiology and fairy education, deigned to become the personal mentor of the restless couple, vowed to make them magicians of the highest standard and began to frighten trembling at seminars and exhausting until you lose your pulse by ...Well, yes, going on the orders of the chief to pick up a foreign "specialist" from the airfield, Arina was sad, hungover, and inadequate. And what do you want? It is not every day that a young beautiful witch is seriously predicted that she will meet death today. So I met ... an English necromancer with a speaking surname Mortem ...Is it easy to be a fairy? Probably easy if you have a magic wand and a fairy magic textbook. What if instead of a magic wand you have a speaking familiar and a transition point between worlds, and instead of a textbook you have a list of barony duties and a Castle that has gathered under its roof a motley company from different races and worlds?Honestly, everything ... well, almost everything happened by accident! And I unexpectedly heard about the free enrollment in magic academies, and my sister and I climbed up the ice slide, without planning it in advance, and I accidentally borrowed a basin, or rather a battle shield, from a guard. And, flying on this very shield, she knocked down the malicious blonde stranger not on purpose. If not on purpose, he and I fell into an unconfigured portal.When it seems that life has finally improved, everything collapses again. The terrible secrets of the closed kingdom do not let go. And Remina is faced with an important choice. After all, the sidhe, the bright, peace-loving people, never get involved in wars. But only the sidhe, being the soul of the world, can save it.Irzhina's life has entered a normal rut: there is a house, the Emperor himself provided a job, she made friends, and her favorite hobby has not gone anywhere. It would seem, live and rejoice.
But why was it necessary to open a secret portal directly from the imperial palace? Accidentally? And in the neighboring principality illegally entered - also by accident? And she also got married, apparently, quite by accident ...
And when will she already understand that all accidents are not accidental? This means that you need to draw conclusions from them and move on.I'm lying on the grass, a hundred fantasies in my head. Dream with me together, there will be not a hundred, but ... two hundred!
I live the way I want and can. I write as I can and as I like. Thanks to Natalia Zhiltsova for the cover
Milena Zavoichinskaya
The story of Demid, Stepan and the fly dragon (fairy tale)
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Children's fairy tale ABC for 5-6 years.Each chapter is a short story about an adventure with one letter.
No final chapters! Fully laid out only to subscribers of the author.
In the country Alphabet, an evil witch Mistake confused the name of the fairy queen and the name of the country. Only a human child can save the fairies by learning all the letters and unraveling the intricate words. Every day one of the fairies comes to the boy Nikita and teaches him her letter. Having learned all the letters, he accomplishes the feat.
I looked around with interest: I’m curious where we were brought. True, it was already evening, and I could not see much. There are some trees around, somewhere in the distance - hubbub and noise, and behind a high stone wall. And, by the way, it is noticeably cool. Brr. In my transparent-naked dress, it was specifically cold for me. I looked at Shera with a question, this is his fiefdom.
- We're in a park on the outskirts of the city. Now I will open a portal to the right place.
- So, guys, all turn away, please. I need to change into something warmer, otherwise I'll die. - I shivered. - Yes, and now I will try to remove the wings, I will not shock the general public.
My hop company looked at each other, shrugged, and turned away. Moreover, my two bodyguards unobtrusively pushed everyone aside, even Shera and Ilmar, who at first tried to be indignant, but then gave up. Delan and Keeram stepped between me and the others and barred them with their broad backs and wings. Oh, you are my clever girls!
I took jeans, some kind of T-shirt and a short leather jacket a la leather jacket out of my bag. Modest, comfortable, and most importantly, windproof and warm. The problem remained with the wings. As there Enlil said - want it and they will disappear? Okay, let's start the wanting session. I closed my eyes, relaxed and began to want. I wanted to, opened my eyes and checked the result. I wanted badly. Take two and end up with an Indian hut. Take three ... The wings disappeared on about the sixth try. Phew, okay, otherwise I was already beginning to fear that Enlil was playing a trick on me.
Quickly pulling off my dress, I changed into my own things and, coming out from behind the backs of the bodyguards, smiled contentedly. And all the men stared at me. It was funny to watch their faces. Ilmar, Merton, Delan, and Kiram looked at my modest outfit with displeasure. Well, excuse me guys, I've had enough of these transparent rags. Cher just appraisingly walked over the figure and thought about something, probably decides what things I need to buy here, for him my earthly clothes are quite familiar. But three elves, a dwarf and an orc were slightly stunned by my appearance. I don’t know what exactly it was that hooked them, but they looked at each other and clearly drew some conclusions of their own. And I belatedly thought that maybe I got excited and in vain put on clothes from my world. I have no idea how the local ladies dress here. Maybe they have a fashion here for dresses with bustles and caps on their heads, but I'm so smart here, in jeans and a leather jacket ...
Seeing that I was ready, the drow conjured something, another teleport opened next to us, and now Cher gave everyone the go-ahead to step into it. He again grabbed my hand tightly, and I held Merton just as tightly. If I have already dragged the poor priest to distant lands, then I will not abandon it until the last, until I finally attach it. Cher looked askance at this, gritted his teeth, but said nothing.
This time we found ourselves again in the middle of the trees, behind which we could see some kind of large building that looked like a palace. This is where we headed with all our friendly camp. Moreover, I perched on the Hammer, which was led by Cher, since stomping in the dark with my feet is little joy, and in general I am tired today. Now I would have something to eat - and in lulu.
- Cher, where are we going? There are so many of us now, maybe it's better to go to which hotel? Will we all fit in your house? - I could not stand it first.
- We'll fit. Cher smiled happily. - We're almost there. Wait a little longer.
From the park we went to the palace. Well, wow, for sure, a palace. With a front porch, with discharged courtiers scurrying around. Rather, I assume that the courtiers, because how do I know how these elves dress? Interestingly, the girls are dancing, four pieces in a row ... And what did we need in the palace? If Cher brought us first to get acquainted with the local government, then he was in vain, I am definitely saying.
The drow smiled enigmatically, but was in no hurry to explain. And as soon as we reached the porch, several elves rushed to us at once with greetings and began to drag him away for a conversation. It seems that Shera is well known here. He apologized to us and, asking us to wait a couple of minutes, walked away with the people who met us. I dismounted and shifted beside Hammer, scratching Alpha's ear and waiting for Cher to finish his conversations. On the one hand, it was curious, but on the other, I was already so tired of all this fuss that there was simply no strength to interfere. The people flitting around the palace looked at us with interest. But if they looked at the light elves as equals, at the Airlings with surprise, then the orc, the dwarf and I evoked a skeptical appraising glance, smelling strongly of contempt.
Suddenly footsteps were heard from behind and a melodious female voice said:
- And what kind of hicks are they?
I looked around and saw a very beautiful slender blonde in a silk dress, accompanied by three men. Is it about us, or what? Why are we hicks, I wonder? They are all well dressed, no worse than she is. Well, more precisely, I'm worse, of course, but I'm in jeans. Moreover, Merton stood out in his white robe.
- Larra Ilmaniel, these are the companions of Larr Shermanthel. He finally appeared today and brought this rabble with him, - one of her escorts obsequiously responded.
- Ah, Larr Shermanthel? And this girl is his new whore, or what? And where did he pick her up? She wrinkled her perfect nose contemptuously and looked me up and down.
But she was in vain. I would still endure the affectionate word "hicks", which is really there, I dearly love frayed jeans, in which a hole on a hole, so that it does not bother me at all. But she shouldn't have called her names like that. My group jerked and someone hissed about to answer, but I raised my hand for silence.
- Who are you? Would you like to introduce yourself? I looked at her affectionately.
- Mortal, who gave you the right to speak to me? - She's skewed. - However, okay, what else to expect from any trash, not the slightest idea of the rules of behavior. I am Lady Ilmaniel ver Salab, the official favorite of the dark elf lord.
There was a friendly sniffing behind my back, it seems that my escorts are holding back their laughter. Oh well.
- What?! The blonde screamed. - How dare you? - She began to switch to ultrasound, you know how unpleasant it is to hear the truth about yourself. - Yes, I will level you to the ground, scum.
I looked back at Shera, who had just noticed this performance and headed in our direction. Then she turned to the light elves.
- Dear Edelhir, would you accidentally tell me, according to elven law, what punishment is due for insulting a member of the royal family of a foreign state? - I decided not to reinvent the wheel, but to take advantage of a win-win option - to intimidate and put in place with the help of a wonderful thing, namely, jurisprudence.
The elf, hearing my words, abruptly fell silent. But after a second pause, it started up again:
- And who is this royal blood here? Are you not? So I know all the members of the royal family of people well.
“Larra Ilmaniel, before you is the junior non-hereditary Airling princess Aleta of the royal family of Bertil, the prince-consort of the Bertil Il'marey family vas Korta-Honer. Well, I will introduce myself, because you, it seems, did not recognize me either. I am Edelhir irn Elrinor of the Eywe clan, brother of the ruler of the light elves, and this is my son, Anoredel irn Elrinor of the Eywe clan. - Edelhir's voice hammered ice nails into the lid of the blonde's coffin, and I mentally whistled. Wow, brother of the lord of the light elves with his son. And I was with them all this time so easily communicated ... Although now it is explained why Queen Larmena gave me only a list of their names, without surnames. They were encrypted, therefore, clearly. But ... Wow, what a useful acquaintance I made. Super!
Ilmaniel slept from her face, and her companions were noticeably bored. Probably, the punishment still exists, so I will definitely find out what it is. It would be nice to whip this cutie with rods, otherwise, it seems, no one has even shook a finger at her in her entire life. Then Cher finally came to us. He heard the end of the conversation, but still decided to clarify the rest.
- Yes, in nothing special, just this gentleman called us rabble, but this lady said that we are hicks, called me your whore, scum and promised to raze me to the ground, - I frowned, looking tenderly into Ilmaniel's eyes.
Judging by her semi-faint appearance, my gaze was as affectionate as that of a gyurza.
- That's how it means ... Larra, father will certainly find out about your unworthy behavior and will decide for himself the appropriate punishment. Cher's voice chilled the blood, and his gaze covered Ilmaniel's body with an ice shell. Cool, I also want to learn this way. “You disgraced us in front of two foreign royal families.
So, I somehow lost the thread of the conversation. What does Shera's father have to do with it? Is he some kind of bump here, or something, responsible for the punishment? I wonder if Cher is smart enough not to blabber about our marriage, or will he be impatient to boast that he is married to a princess?
- Where is the father? Cher asked in the meantime.
“He’s now on a friendly visit with the ruler in the Light Forest,” one of the favorite's companions obligingly reported.
She herself bit her lip in fright, and horror splashed in her eyes.
Cher grimaced and turned to us.
- Come on, lairrs, they will show you your rooms, - he began to give orders. - Today is already late, so dinner will be brought to your chambers, and tomorrow I will be glad to see everyone at the common table, you will be escorted. Aleta, Hammer will be taken to the stable and taken care of, and your furniture will be taken to the palace, then you will decide where you put it.
He nodded, and one of the servants who had previously stood on the sidelines and eagerly listening to the scandal ran up to me and tried to take my excuse to take Hammer away. I stroked my black one, whispered that I loved him and that I would come to visit him tomorrow, and now let him go to rest.
- Alf, go with Hammer, make sure that they don't offend our bird, and then you will find me in the palace. I stroked both of them again and gave the rein to the servant.
He shivered chilly, looking at the horn and hooves of my "birdie", but obediently led Hammer somewhere to the side. And Alf spoke alongside, very proud and contented, and slyly looked at Hammer: they say, I'm protecting you, bird.
- Larra, larra. - Cher nodded coldly to the favorite and her companions and walked towards the porch.
- Your Highness. - White as a canvas beauty sat down in a curtsy, and her escort bowed respectfully.
What? Highness? Cher is his highness? I stared at his back in disbelief. And I only find out now? That is, for all the time that we were close, he did not even consider it necessary to explain and say anything to me? Didn't find one minute, neither on Earth, nor here? He is an aristocrat, then? And his house is big, will there be enough space for all of us? And the parents will find him a bride, but he can't marry me in any way? Well, of course, in an ordinary simple dugout without a title, it cannot. But how did I get into the princess, so at once I was good for him, and that means that he should become the first husband? And I'm a fool! A deaf resentment arose in my soul.
I quietly followed everyone towards the palace. We walked along the corridors. In some rooms Cher placed a gnome, an orc and Merton. I took a room for two for my bodyguards. He allocated some separate large chambers for three light elves. I was silent all the way, as it was insulting to tears. Because only now I realized that, it turns out, all this time he was just using me. Finally Cher stopped at the next door and opened it invitingly for me and Ilmar.
- Come in, these are my chambers. “I walked in without a word. - Aletochka, while you live here with me. And tomorrow I will give instructions to prepare separate rooms for you, everything as you wanted, from the living room, the study. Ilmar, for you, the bedroom over there is that door, make yourself comfortable. Separate rooms will be prepared for you tomorrow, too.
Ilmar frowned and was about to say something, but I interrupted him:
- Shermantael, do you want to explain anything to me? - I calmly looked at him and did not understand why all this time I thought that we were such close friends and I could trust him in everything.
- What? He flinched at my tone. - What are you talking about?
- I ask, you do not want to explain anything to me? Are you really the prince of the dark elves?
- Well yes. He shrugged. “I am truly the crown prince of the dark elves. And as soon as my father returns, I will introduce you to him.
- Clear. So you think you acted okay by hiding it from me? I spoke the words with icy calm. “Do you think it’s normal that I’m learning this just now?” And for all the time that we lived at my house, and then, already here, in Alzerat, you didn’t have one minute to tell me about it?
- Baby, well, think about it, because nothing terrible happened. Well, yes, I'm a prince, but that doesn't change anything. - He started to get nervous.
- No, Cher, changes, and a lot. Isn't that why you were so scared then because of the bracelet when you thought that I was going to marry you? Well, of course, a commoner, and suddenly she is going to get engaged to you, the crown prince. So? - He looked away, and I continued: - And as soon as it became clear that I was accepted into the royal family of Aerling, so I immediately became good enough for you? Well, of course, the princess ... Rovnya, and dad is not ashamed to show this. Come on, say something!
Cher looked away, shifted from foot to foot and remained silent.
“Let me ask you something else.” Why didn't you tell Queen Larmena of your title? After all, you should have understood that if she knew about this, then there would be no question of any execution over you. In the worst case, they would hold back and ask for a ransom. And you could not have known this. It is so? But you were silent and allowed me to go on this idiotic venture with marriage. After all, I really saved Ilmar, he is not a prince, he would simply be stupidly executed. Notes? You weren't in any danger. - And then it dawned on me: - And the queen knew ... I could not but know the name of the crown prince of a large state. So, then ... That's what she meant and that's why I was adopted so suddenly. - I laughed bitterly, remembering all the looks and half hints of the queen.
Lord, what an idiot I am! Oh, you fool-ah! She puffed up with all her might, tried to pretend to be something, to help someone. But it turns out that everything is so simple ... The Aerlings, having adopted a rootless girl into the family, set up this stupid court, and I was led. And they intermarried with the drow, without losing anything, but, on the contrary, only benefiting from the fact that I was accepted, and from the fact that this wedding was arranged. And now I am with two husbands, none of whom does not need me myself, but only what this marriage gives them. Ilmar - life and freedom, and Sher ... By the way, what did Cher gain from this marriage?
“Come on, Shermantael Dor'Oroville of the Reynolds, would you like to explain anything to me?” Why did you need this marriage? It was also beneficial for you to intermarry with the royal family of the Aerling, right? I suppose your daddy will even be glad. I don't think many elves have done this. - I hardly dropped the words, and there was a lump in my throat.
“Baby, you don’t understand, it’s not like that at all,” Cher squeezed out and stepped in my direction.
- Do not come to me! I stepped back abruptly. - What? I did not get it? Well, explain to me, what else did I not understand? Why did you need all this? After all, you yourself never needed me, so, a sweet girl with whom you can giggle, fool around, also saved your life, and helped to get home. You have never felt even a slight crush on me, so no la-la. So what is your benefit from this marriage? I thought we were friends. I sighed convulsively. That's it, I can't take it anymore, it's time to end this meaningless conversation, everything is clear anyway. “Your Highness, do you have one room for me in your palace?” Separate. I don’t want to be with you for a minute, let alone live in your rooms.
“Aleta, you don’t understand, don’t do that. Please. Cher tried again to come up to me and hug me.
- Dont touch me! I almost yelled at him. - I thought that you and I were friends, trusted you, and you, it turns out, all this time just used me. I can't see you. Got a room? If the rooms are over, then I would rather stay at the hotel, but I don’t want to be next to you for a second.
The room was found. Ilmar tried to poke his nose at me with the words that he is my husband and I should spend the night with him, because he does not trust anyone.
- Get lost! - growled at Ilmar, so that he even staggered back. - I want to be alone, is it so difficult to understand? And I don't owe anyone anything, okay? And least of all I owe you anything. They got freedom, got wings, got profitable relatives - that's all, live happily, and leave me alone! - I was already carrying, hysteria was gaining momentum, but I simply could not stop.
Moreover, I clearly understood that it was just hysteria. And I just need to stop winding myself up more and more, but I couldn't. It was an avalanche that was rushing down, and until it demolishes everything in its path and exhausts itself, it is useless to fight it. Maybe if Cher tried to say something intelligible, to explain, then I would have stopped. But he kept silent and averted his eyes, which meant that I was right in everything. And I slammed the door behind me with a bang. A little later, Alf came running and began to whine under the door when I did not open it, thinking that it was Cher or Ilmar again. Then they brought dinner, and again I opened it only after the servants began banging on the door, almost shouting that the food was cooling. Alf and I had dinner and went to bed.
At night there was a soft knock at the door.
“Aletochka, open it, talk to me,” I heard Shera's quiet voice. - Baby, listen to me, please. It’s not at all like that, you don’t understand. Well, let me explain to you, open it, please.
I covered my head with a pillow. Enough! What is it now, it is her own fault. After all, Cher never tried to convince me that we were friends or that I meant anything to him. Well, think about it, he took advantage of the situation to enter into a politically advantageous marriage with a representative of the Aerling royal family. So that's why he is a prince, or rather, a crown prince. All politicians are like that, and it doesn't matter from what world - the end justifies the means. So Cher got married politically competently, as soon as it became clear that as a bride I was more profitable than just a friend, and that I could do more good in something that only he knew than his bride he mentioned. It turns out that another girl turned out to be a fool, more precisely, a fool. Who knows, maybe she's in love with Shera, who can take them apart, these drow.
Although I am cunning, it was insulting to tears. I would also understand if Cher wanted to marry me, because I am me and because he has romantic feelings for me. If he sought this marriage for my own sake, I would understand and not even squeak, it would be like a man. But to be used like this, to marry my title and not me ... I felt like a thing.
Well, to hell with them all, I'll put up with a year - or as long as it is supposed to be in a fictitious marriage - in the status of a wife, and then we will issue a divorce and go each our own way. All the same, it will not be long, literally in a few months a new school year will begin and I will go to school. And tomorrow - shopping, nothing heals mental anguish and frustration so well as money spent with feeling, sense and arrangement. I finally calmed down. Ugh, I found something to worry about! Bainki, otherwise tomorrow there will be bruises under the eyes. And the first thing in the morning is to apologize to Ilmar and explain to him. And then I feel like the last bitch, I snapped at him for no reason, but he had such eyes. Beating babies straight. Eh, it's uncomfortable in front of him ...
In the morning I woke up frozen, hungry and with a thirst for new experiences. I won't kill Shera, let him live, long-eared radish. But I myself will not talk about myself to anyone, and especially to him. No, trust is never one-sided. After a quick wash, I got back into my jeans, a T-shirt and pulled out my earthly moccasins. We must go for breakfast.
- Alf, let's go get grub. How about eating an elephant? Keep away one leg and my trunk, the rest is all for you. - I winked at my shaggy man.
The answer to me was the astonished expression on the face, on which the questions were clearly read: “Who is an elephant? Girlfriend, are you sure that all the rest is enough for me? Or maybe you will sacrifice me a trunk and a leg, and you will eat some grass? "
As soon as I slammed the door to my room, at the end of the corridor the door to Shera's chambers immediately opened and, in fact, he jumped out himself. And for some reason, his vidocq was not very blooming, but slightly rumpled and with black circles under his eyes. I didn’t sleep that night, I was worried, come on? Well, think about it, it's your own fault. But I don’t feel sorry for him at all. Ilmar followed him out of the room. Oh, but it's uncomfortable in front of him, you have to apologize.
- Hi boys. I waved my hand to them. - Will they feed us or what? If "or how", then Alf and I are categorically against it.
I went up to them. Cher stood and looked at me tensely, and Ilmar also looked, but offended.
- Ilmarchik, come here, my dear, I'll kiss you. Don't be offended that I yelled at you yesterday. This is nervous stress, and my character is bad and violent, you get used to it. - I pulled Ilmar's shirt, forcing him to bend over, and kissed him on the cheek.
- Will you tell me something? Cher asked quietly.
- And I'll tell you, why not tell. I won't kill you, and I won't even swear with you anymore, don't be afraid. We drove what was, what was. All the same, we have a fictitious marriage, we are all able to endure for a year. I smiled coldly. - And we have a lot of things to do today. How are you, with us, or will you single out a guide? I need to go to the bank, to the shops, and just take a walk.
Cher smiled back wryly. And we went to breakfast, taking our whole company along the way. One of the servants took the alpha to the kitchen, I told the monimont that he could eat the whole elephant himself, but I would manage with tea and buns, and the shaggy man happily rode off.
And the food is delicious in the palace, I liked it. The breakfast table was set very abundantly, as they say, the first, second and compote, and with great pleasure I ate a piece of a delicious cherry pie and smiled blissfully. Now I would like to have a cup of coffee instead of the herbal poison that they drink here, but I’ll organize that later for myself, but so far, everything is fine. Then I just watched the rest of the breakfast and whistled respectfully, mentally, of course, assessing the amount eaten by the orc and gnome. Everything here was Suvorov-style - you can eat breakfast yourself. However, something told me that they would not give up dinner to the enemy either.
Cher went with us as a guide himself. As usual, I hung my bag on Alpha, who was smiling with a well-fed face, pulled on my jacket, and we went. Walking along the corridor, I quietly, without attracting anyone's attention, thrust an impressive purse with gold coins into Edelhir's hands and expressively pointed with my eyes to his companions, slightly keeping my eyes on Merton. I have no idea if this is a lot or a little by local standards, but in any case they need to buy warm clothes, horses, weapons, and I also hung Merton on them. So it's okay, I won't get poorer. I just have a lot of money now, and that's exactly what I need to put in the bank. It was a little embarrassing that Edelhir, it turns out, is of royal blood and may misunderstand that I give them money, but, on the other hand, now he has few finances. And then he wants to repay the debt, I will not object. The grooms brought out Hammer, who obediently knelt before me to the contemptuous chuckles of the drow, and as soon as I was perched, we set off.
On the way, it was decided that we would disperse in the city. I with Cher and Ilmar - well, of course, with my bodyguards - these followed me with their tail - in one direction, and all the rest - in the other. As Edelhir assured me, they know the city well and will manage it themselves. And so we drove through the capital and rolled our necks, or rather, I drove, the rest walked, and we all rolled our necks, except for Cher. And the drow calmly played the part of the tour guide.
I liked the city. So handsome, solid. Two- or three-story houses of dark stone behind fences with gardens. Clean cobbled streets. There are many shops, taverns, statues and even fountains. A bit gloomy after the bright and rainbow city of the airlings, but still, Dakart made an impression. Such a strict manly beauty, just like in the old towns of the Czech Republic with their charming mansions. Not gothic, of course, but beautiful, really beautiful.
And around the crowd of dark elves who looked at us with interest. Appraisingly, they examined the wings of the Airlings, looked with delight at the power of the Hammer, with a smile looked at the toothy face of Alpha. Personally, I did not arouse such interest, rather, squeamish bewilderment. I look like a person. No matter what kind of goddess I was, an adoptive aerling, and it is not clear who I was not yet, but all the same, outwardly I remained like an ordinary ordinary human girl. Moreover, she does not shine with special beauty, and even dressed, do not understand what. Against the background of slender, tall and truly beautiful elves, I did not look so impressive. And if in the palace, where, at the suggestion of Cher and the scandal arranged by Ilmaniel, they already knew that I was not a man, but a guest from the royal Airling family, and therefore they did not allow themselves anything superfluous to me, then no one stood on ceremony. The drow oncoming, judging by their looks, did not even consider me a sentient being. It's unpleasant. Especially after the reverent attitude that the Aerlings had towards me. Hmmm. Something the thought of studying in their School of Magic no longer seems very wonderful to me.
We started shopping with a clothing store, a men's one. I, being a thrifty hamster, took warm things from the Earth, so now, although I was not hot and the steam was coming from my mouth, but not so much as to give an oak tree. Although, of course, it's cool in a leather jacket, you should have put on a sweater under it. But my team was slowly but surely covered with icicles. The brutal winged macho with red noses looked sad, so it was decided that we would warm ourselves first, and then everything else.
- Cher, why is it so cold? I expected that it’s warm here too, like the Airlings, ”I could not stand it and shivered chilly.
“Well, because the Aeller Valley is much farther south, and it is closed by mountains,” Cher explained calmly. - It 'warm over there. In general, now is only the last month of the cool season. Here the chelmant ends, the season of waiting for blossoming begins, and it will get warmer.
I thought about it and began to figure out what kind of month it is on earth. After calculating the approximate time that I spent in the Airling Valley, I came to the conclusion that now is the middle of February, rather, even the second half. Hmmm, winter, however. Although there is no snow, that's good. The weather was similar to that in Europe: cool, but clean and dry. Only it's cold anyway. I sniffed. Hell, it just wasn't enough to catch a cold.
We drove into a store with male mannequins on display. The hammer was taken from me by a tailor who jumped out of the store and tied to a wooden counter outside, and we were respectfully invited inside. After thinking for a couple of seconds, I took off the bag from Alpha and, squatting in front of him, looked into his eyes.
“Alf, darling, you stay with Hammer outside. Protect our odd-hoofed bird. And then suddenly someone wants to steal him, how are we without him? I'm counting on you.
Monimont snorted mournfully, stuck out his tongue at Hammer, but obediently walked over and sat down next to him. But the vile "bird" very noticeably pricked me with a horn in the ass, as soon as I got up.
- Hammer! I shook my fist at him. “Rip your jeans, you monster. I love you and worry that nothing will happen to you. And you?
Cher watched us with a smile, standing on the porch. I glanced at him furtively. Is he still going to leave me a single step? Already on the porch of the store, and even under the protection of the monimont, nothing threatens me. Having dealt with my animals, I walked past Cher and was about to go inside, when the drow suddenly grabbed me from behind, pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, burying his nose on the top of my head. We were silent.
- I trust you. I do not trust anyone in all the worlds as I trust you. It's just that I'm terribly afraid of losing you, and yes, I took this opportunity. I could not help but use it. Understand me. Because I need you. Take it for granted: I can't live without you. - He turned me to him and looked into my eyes. - Sorry.
- Cher, don't worry, I just snapped yesterday and said too much. I do not consider you an enemy. It was a normal nervous breakdown, hysteria. I smiled calmly at him.
- Baby, you just don't understand. My freedom does not belong to me, whether I want it or not, no one would ask me. They would have found me a politically advantageous bride, and that’s all. And you can't even imagine how happy I am that you could suddenly become her. Don't push me away, I'll do anything for you, whatever you want. Just let me have it. - He bent down and breathed it almost into my lips.
Oh, my knees are treacherously weak. When such a handsome man looks into my eyes and practically touches my lips with his own, it’s somehow difficult to think and get angry. So, we pulled ourselves together and breathe, breathe, and even the lungs somehow suddenly refused to work.
- Peace? Let everything be as before? - And this snake-tempter with dark circles under his eyes kissed me lightly.
Ooh, feet, traitors, well, pull yourself together, I'll just settle here on the porch.
- Persuaded, peace. And all the same, you are an eared fool, although highness, do you know about this?
- I know. He nodded. - So you will forgive me? At all? And will we sleep together again?
Ugh, damn it. To whom what, and a lousy bathhouse. And I hung up my ears, I thought lyamur, tuzhur, romantic, that he needed access to me, and he needed access to the body. The brain quickly returned to its place, and the body started working normally again.
- I will think. - I pulled away. - Come on, it's cold. - And the first to enter the store.
Meanwhile, our satellites have already been stocked up to the full program. The tailor, a pretty fair-haired elf, had just not fought in ecstasy when my winged people began to choose things from him. And considering how many we had picked, his accountant must have fought in the same ecstasy, the shop was very expensive. So, this is worth working on.
- Larr, how do you look at the fact that part of the amount will go as barter? - I turned to the tailor.
- What barter? - he made a stand and, squinting, carefully examined me.
- Well, how is it? Good, of course. The broom firm does not knit, so everything will be just fine. Do you see these charming winged youths now? The tailor nodded. - Have you met many people like them in your life?
“None,” the elf replied honestly.
- That's it. Because they are airlings. So, after a while more similar specimens will gradually arrive here. And, as you can imagine, they all need a wardrobe for the climate and local fashion. And taking into account the physiology. Well, there are specific raincoats, shirts-jackets of a certain cut. Do you see?
“Seku-oo-oo,” drawled the tailor and gave my boys a carnivorous look.
- Here, look at these two amazing models. “I pushed Delan and Kiram forward. - They may come to you a couple of times more so that you can use them as experimental specimens. Take off the measurements, check if your clothes are comfortable, and so on. Well, what am I telling the great master of common truths. - I decided to sweeten the worm on the hook. - You know it better. Then you will either have some stock of ready-made things, or you will clearly know how to fit quickly, efficiently and exactly where you need it. And you, in return, will fit some of the clothes they have chosen now and give them as payment for their modeling work. Is it okay?
- Good. - The tailor's fingers involuntarily clenched and unclenched, and it was clear that in his mind he was already taking measurements, or that they were still taking off the models.
- Boys, do you understand everything? - I turned to my imperturbable bodyguards, and they nodded in the affirmative.
They have known universal peace a long time ago, practically from the beginning of work for my modest person, but it must be continued to develop. So let them do it, at the same time they will be in business, and they will earn extra money for pins. We will make men out of henpecked. We must then drive them to training with swords, and Ilmar at the same time. I looked at the blond. And he quietly backed away and tried to hide from the line of fire behind Cher's back. Hmmm, Ilmar Zen has yet to be grasped. Nothing, I'll do it, won't go anywhere. And I reached into my bag for money to pay for purchases, but Cher grabbed my hand and looked reproachfully.
- Aleta, are you out of your mind? Are you going to pay for all this yourself?
“Um… well, yes. These are my bodyguards and my husband. - I nodded at Ilmar.
Basically, I paid for all Cher's purchases, minus the cost of clothes for Delan and Kiram. And we went to the women's store. I decided that I wouldn’t pick up a lot of things, a couple of dresses, shirts and, most importantly, local trousers, since I had no desire to freeze my butt in a dress and ride in it. So, without giving a damn about all the decency Cher told me about, I chose a pair of the softest leather skin-tight pants. Leggings are not leggings, but they are very, very tight. But it is comfortable and warm. Can I show a good figure? Eh, biker boots would have been added to them, and in general there would have been a fallout. They also picked up a few matching shirts, a warm leather jacket with a bunch of rivets and a fur vest from some local mink-like animal, which I immediately pulled over my leather jacket. And, heeding Shera's persuasion, she took a pair of dresses to maintain decorum. Moreover, they promised me to bring the dresses home after fitting, because, despite my fragile figure, it turned out that the elves are even slender than me in the upper ninety, but at the same time they are noticeably taller.
In a shoe store, we picked up shoes for everyone. With me again there was a problem, since they did not have such small boots, and all the available ones were large for me on average by a couple of sizes. Therefore, we ordered everything with delivery to the palace, causing awe in the seller, paid and left.
Then there was the bank. Oh-oh-oh, a bank is a bank. As Cher explained to me, all the banks in Alzerat are kept by gnomes. And this is a whole network. That is, having come to any branch in any city, you can withdraw the required amount from your account. A drop of blood is enough to confirm that I am the very person who owns this account. In addition, you can take a bill so as not to carry heavy wallets with you, and present it for payment. In short - the civilization of the Forev bankers.
The bank branch in Dakarta was located in a monumental squat building of dark stone. Concentrated, uniformed gnomes scurried about with a businesslike air, and stern clerks sat at several tables. I chose one and, going up, sat down at his table.
- Good day, dear, I want to open an account with you. Is it possible?
- Of course, lairra. What metal? How much? On what period? The clerk picked up the quill and got ready for work.
- In gold. For a long time. To the big one.
- On the big ... And more specifically? The dwarf looked up at me.
- To a very large one. And to be more specific - it will have to be counted now and I am afraid that it will take a long time. Do you have a separate room for these purposes? - I calmly looked at the serious bearded man. I can't explain to him that I have no idea how much of this very currency I have. Besides, I put my wallets in my bag, and I have a lot of such wallets.
The clerk called another employee, whom he left in his place, and we proceeded to this very separate room. I left the guys waiting in the lobby, I didn't want to advertise my well-being, and I took only Alpha with me. They know less, sleep more peacefully. In the room where the clerk took me, there was a large stone table and several chairs, on one of which he invited me to sit down.
- Please, lairra, take out your money, we will count.
So I started to take it out. And took out, and took out ... When the pile on the table became the size of the gnome itself, and the gnome's eyes - the size of saucers, the clerk coughed and announced that he would need helpers. Having pressed some button on the wall, the dwarf returned to me and continued to observe my movements with mute surprise. In short, my modest bunch was counted by five dwarfs, and they counted for a long time. Finally, we summed up the total amount and signed contracts, which, luckily for me, it was customary for the gnomes to read out loud, because they also had a magical component and had to be voiced. Then they took a drop of blood from my finger, they also somehow magically fixed it, and I put my fingerprint on the contract with it. The dwarf, scattering in pleasantries, announced that I was one of the largest contributors and that they were insanely flattered and all that. And in exchange for wallets, I was given a magic figurine on a chain, which confirmed my contribution and allowed me to withdraw monthly interest on the deposit, if I needed to do it quickly, not only at the bank branch, but also from any representative of the dwarven tribe, no matter whether a merchant or a craftsman ... And then the bank will compensate him for this amount.
In general, we were very pleased with each other, when I suddenly thought that it might be worth keeping most of my treasures in the bank. What I asked the gnome about. He bowed his head and said that, of course, they would allocate the most wonderful cell for the beautiful lairra, where I could put my family necklace, or a tiara, or whatever I have there. And I began to take out of the bag "what have I got". Considering that I had a lot of my own jewelry, which I bought from the Airlings out of greed, plus those that I presented for the wedding, and even those that Queen Larmen presented to me, in aggregate it was very, very much. The gnome got sick. He fanned himself and held on to his heart, and we had to invite again those uncles who helped us count the gold coins. Much time has passed while we have described, evaluated and decomposed all this. And I needed a cell the size of a good chest.
After the bank we walked a little more. Cher kept trying to make up, and I, diligently pushing resentment and anger to the bottom of my soul, tried to answer him calmly and not break down from time to time to a roar. Because it was still upsetting. Very disappointing. It is disgusting that I was used, and the former trust in him is no longer left. But at the same time, I understood that it was foolish to declare a vendetta to him. Adults are people. In our story, we must somehow try to solve everything by peace, bypassing the stage “You are no longer my friend, you are no longer my friend. Don't play with my toys ... ”And so I diligently pretended that everything was fine, that I was able to communicate. I don’t know, maybe one day something will change or I will change, and the former attitude towards Cher will return, but so far it has been difficult for me to behave with him normally.
We returned to the palace tired, hungry, frozen, but extremely pleased with the walk. And most importantly, we have purchased everything we need. Warm local clothes, weapons for Delan and Kiram, and horses for all three airlings. The company that had arrived with us from the Aeller Valley had already prettified itself and looked dressed for the season and quite respectable. I looked at Merton with pleasure. No, after all, what a clever girl I am that I pulled him out of there, I really love myself, good. What a cool guy turned out, as soon as he took off this creepy white robe and changed into normal men's clothes. He, noticing my appraising glance, smiled at me affectionately.
- Aleta, what have you got with this priest? Why is he looking at you like that? - Cher, noticing Merton's smile, immediately lost his step and slowed down.
- Nothing. He is a very good friend of mine. And what? I smiled back at Merton.
- How good is it? Why is he smiling at you like that? - Cher started to get turned on.
- Cher, don't bother her. Merton - a former priest, that says it all - stood up for the guy Ilmar.
- Oh, that's how? And what does that say? And why, I wonder, is this former priest looking at my wife like that? - Cher already openly freaked out.
- Oh, Cher, don't act like a jealous cat. I already told you that Merton is my friend. I looked tiredly at the drow. - And in general, you begin to tire with your jealousy, I, it seems, did not give you a reason to consider me your property. If you are wondering why he is looking at me like that, then take it and ask him yourself. And stop rolling my scenes, you don't have the slightest right to do that.
- And I will ask. - Cher swiftly approached Merton, who all this time stood aside and listened to our bazaar. - You…
“Because I love her,” Shera Merton interrupted calmly, without waiting for a question.
- She is mine! The enraged drow hissed.
“I know,” Merton shrugged just as calmly. “But it doesn't affect my feelings for her in any way.
Oh-oh, it seems that something will happen now. Ilmar and I exchanged glances and, without saying a word, quickly stepped to these fighting cocks. Cher really got it, but I feel sorry for Merton. There is a strong suspicion that if it comes to a fight, the drow will roll him away. Still, with the physical training of the priests, it is unlikely that things are going well.
- Cher, are we going to lunch today? I'm dying of hunger. I took the drow by the elbow and pulled him in one direction, and Ilmar, grabbing Merton, led him to the other. On the way, I looked at Edelhir expressively. - And by the way, when will your father arrive?
“I don’t know, I have already sent him the news that I’ve returned to the palace. I think soon, - this jealous man was led to my diversionary maneuver. - Why you asking?
- Well, why? Познакомиться. It’s interesting to look at your daddy, and it’s necessary to give him letters and letters from Queen Larmena, I’m kind of like a representative of the Airlings. Do you want me to give them to you? Well, it turns out, you are the crown prince, - here I winced, - so you can also accept all credentials.
- Not worth it. In another situation, I could act as my father's deputy, but in this case, let's better wait for him, and you will discuss everything with him. Time is running out. And I have accumulated a bunch of my own affairs that require my personal presence.
At dinner, Edelhir took over the fire, distracting Shera from the artillery attack with vicious glances in the direction of Merton.
- Your Highness, can you help us with teleports to the Bright Forest? He asked Shera. “Our magic, unfortunately, has not yet recovered from being completely blocked by the magic brand for such a long period. So I can't do it myself.
- To the Light Forest? Cher pondered. - No, lairr, I cannot enter the Light Forest itself. I was there only once and did not have time to take the coordinates to open the portals. And, unfortunately, Master Linkenkal is now with his father, just in the Light Forest. I can suggest either to wait for them, and then they will help you, or I will open a portal to the border of our territories, and then you yourself.
Edelhir pondered, rubbed the leg of the wine glass with his fingers, glanced at his companions.
- Well, to the border, then to the border. There we can contact the border service, and they will send for us. Let us then do it today. In principle, we are ready to leave immediately after lunch.
“Your Highness,” boomed Bofur, “and we? How about portals to Garethgarhol and Orohart? He nodded at the orc.
- Alas, gentlemen, the same thing. I have never been in the steppes and in the mountains with the dwarfs. I can help portals to the borders closest to your territories, if that suits you. Cher shrugged.
The dwarf and the orc exchanged glances. Judging by the fact that they were mostly kept together and slightly apart from the elves, the guys clearly became friends during their time in captivity.
- So, we too are up to the border, - Irogor rumbled. - Then I am on horseback. Bofur, will you come with me? Your mountains will not go anywhere, you promised that you will definitely attend the Steppe Awakening Festival, and we will have a drink.
- Yes, and let's go. The dwarf laughed loudly. - But then you come to me, on the Mountain Shake Festival.
Oh, it looks like these two got over it, and will now go to visit each other. We looked at each other and hid smiles.
Immediately after lunch, my entire team fled. The former slaves left to get ready, I sent my bodyguards to train with swords. Well, I got ready to see everyone off. I caught Edelhir and took him aside to talk about Merton.
“Larr Edelhir, have you spoken to Merton? It's okay, is he coming with you? I asked quietly.
“Yes, your highness, don’t worry. I take it under my wing, and then we will figure out on the spot what to attach it to. By the way, do you know that he has a very good education? He studied at home, he said, but he had excellent teachers. I think I'll send him to study with Anoredel.
- Oh, how good it would be. - I was delighted. - Larr Edelhir, I have another question ... financial. What is the best way for me to do: give out now in cash an amount for spending for Merton or open a bank account in his name and put some amount there?
- Larra Aleta, will you allow me to call you that? Stop it. He frowned. - I am taking Merton for full support, believe me, I am not poor at all, and he will be given a monthly salary as a companion of my son. And then, after training, let's see what to attach it to.
- Thanks. Thank you very much. I am very glad that we met and that everything turned out so well. I hope we'll see you again. - I held out my hand to the elf, and he kissed my fingers.
- Certainly. I am waiting for you. You've never been to the Light Forest, have you? He looked at me closely. - Come. I will introduce you to my daughter, she is a very good girl, I think you will find a common language. A few months before the start of classes, you will be in time for the Festival of All Gods. I will wait for you very much. He smiled.
Hmmm, something tells me that I will run away from my hubby much earlier than this very holiday. Considering that it is only February according to earthly reckoning, and this Feast of All Gods is on the day of the summer solstice, I have every chance to either become a widow or make my husbands happy with my untimely death.
Ilmar went with me to see off the former slaves. For some reason unknown to me, Cher took everyone to open the portal to the same place where we arrived the night before, in the park behind the palace. The gnome and the orc were sent first. These two noisily said goodbye to everyone, invited us all to visit and, having fun talking, stepped into a teleport somewhere on the border of the drow territory and the steppes. Then Cher began to open a portal for the light elves. And I went up to Merton with a smile to say goodbye.
“I'm glad you made the right choice. Learn to grow. And we will definitely see each other someday. I held out my hand to him.
- Thank you, Aletochka. I am happy that you are in my destiny. He took my hand in his and squeezed. “And just know that I love you. Shh, don't interrupt. He pressed a finger to my lips as I opened my mouth to answer him. - I do not ask you about anything, I do not expect anything, just know about my love and that you are the greatest happiness in my life.
Merton glanced back at the waiting light elves standing near the already open teleporter. Then he grabbed me in an armful, quickly kissed me on the lips with a firm, confident kiss and stepped into the portal, not paying attention to Shera, who rushed towards him, and Ilmar, who grabbed Shera and tried to prevent him from approaching us.
The elves followed, the portal closed, and Cher, breaking free from Ilmar's grip, jumped to me and grabbed my shoulders.
- What was it? Why is he kissing you? What demon does he even touch you? You are my wife, do you hear? You are mine! - He held me tightly by the shoulders and looked with completely insane eyes.
- Hands off! “I freed myself from his grip. “Now listen to me very carefully. Make a scene like this one more time, and it will be the last day you ever see me. I am not yours! And it was never yours! Remember this once and for all. And I do not want to listen to your jealous scandals and tantrums. This is clear? - I looked at Ilmar. - It concerns you too. In the coffin, I saw all your maral mating games. We are married fictitiously, and if I want to have a lover, I will and I will not even ask you. Moreover, as an aerling woman, I can even get married for the third time. For my part, I won't mind if you get yourself some girlfriends. I understand everything, the business is young and the body requires its own.
Ignoring their looks - reproachful Ilmara and absolutely insane Shera - I waved to Alpha and went towards the palace. Horrible! Well, it should be like this? I, you see, him! Why on earth? We're not even lovers, let alone more. I began to shake with anger. I hate, I hate these scenes. I had one boyfriend who was jealous of every pole and kept watch in the evenings at the house, all suspecting that someone would accompany me, and he would catch me red-handed. I was turned on by these endless scenes of jealousy, I went crazy with anger and attempts to explain that it was his sick imagination, and not I was guilty of something. Now for me, relations with such jealous people are taboo. I've had enough of that nightmare. To this day, with a shudder, I remember that relationship and how much effort I had to spend to get him to leave me alone.
I sat in the room for the rest of the day. I went out only once to go to the guys and invite them for dinner, hoping that Cher had already calmed down and that we could communicate normally again. She went to the door to the drow room and listened. From the room came a rumble and a ringing voice of Cher:
- Is she kidding me? Grahkhen Tosh! Ilmar, tell me: is she blind? Does she not see or understand anything? Rahaa is a murdock! Yes, I go crazy when I think ... What demon? - Some heavy object crashed into the door.
Ouch! I quickly walked away and returned to my room. Perhaps I will have dinner in a room alone, something frightens me by such global cataclysms in Cher's emotions. In the morning there was a knock on my door, and a huge bouquet of flowers floated into the room, followed by Cher holding this bouquet. Well, behind him was Ilmar, acting as a support group. Cher hesitated, walked into the room, put the flowers on the table and turned to me. I sat and waited, tracking their movements with my eyes.
“I apologize for yesterday's outburst,” the drow finally managed. - I was not myself. I promise that this will never happen again. And now let's go, rooms have already been prepared for you, which will always belong to you in this palace. - He hesitated. - Peace?
“I don’t know yet, Cher. - I got up. “I hope you will keep your promise, as now I have a burning desire never to see you again.
The drow jerked as if from a slap.
I rolled my eyes. This is what they seem to be thinking. Here the whole life is somersaults, every day there is something new, then scandals, then intrigues, and these two just to be in the same bed with me.
- Are you kidding me? Why were you so given this joint dream? Between us, there is still nothing and will not be, do not even count. I snorted. Some kind of idiocy. - I'll think about it, but so far my answer is no.
The two looked at each other and took me to look around the rooms. By the way, they turned out to be simply amazing. Cher took into account all my wishes. There was a large living room with tables, a sofa, armchairs, poufs and even a banquet. Fireplace and large balcony with wicker chairs and table. There was an office in which they placed a secretaire and an armchair, which I had brought from the Aerling. And a bedroom with a huge bed, mirrors, three armchairs. One door from the bedroom led to the dressing room, the second to the bathroom. And everywhere there were thick soft carpets on which one could sit just like that.
From my living room, locked with a lock, there was a door to a room that was something in between the dining room and the living room. There were two more doors, one of which was Ilmar's apartment, and the other - Shera. In short, these two shots were in advance so that all our rooms were side by side and had one adjacent, connecting their common living-dining room.
I liked my chambers. They were really very beautiful and bright, and I thawed out. So, having driven everyone out of her territory, she went to unload junk from her miracle bag. I don’t even know approximately how many things I have there now, I’ll have to hang everything in my wardrobe, and then we’ll figure it out. Somehow I have never had so many clothes. And I knew all my dresses by sight, but here I had to get acquainted with many things. “Alice is pudding. Pudding is Alice. "
And in the evening I was going to sleep. Ha, naive fool. I really wanted to go to bed, quietly and peacefully. And when I, all so languid and melancholy, swam out of the bathroom in my pajamas, I found both of my husbands in the armchairs. And both - only in towels on their thighs.
- And what are you doing here? And in this form? - I nodded at their terry cloths. And, trying not to stare at those two mountains of testosterone, she paraded past them to the bed.
- Well, we are after the bath, - Ilmar smiled.
- We came to sleep, we agreed, you promised to think, - Cher purred.
I quickly slipped into bed, pulled the blanket up to my chin and modestly adjusted the topic. And these two ... bad people ... threw off their towels and in what my mother gave birth went to bed.
- Guys, didn’t you go nuts, darlings? I stared at them. And, I confess, I stared at what had previously been hidden under the towels.
Well, not every day such a striptease is shown, what if I don't see it again? I must at least take a look at whom God sent me as spouses, or rather, the goddess, or rather, the great-grandmother, so that her beloved. Wow, I got it. Oh, some-and-they were sent to me. I started gnawing on my fist. But the muscles, and the cubes, and the water droplets on the chest and stomach, and what the buttocks. Everyone, shoot me, otherwise I can't vouch for myself. I don’t remember the last time I was with a man.
- Boys, would you hide behind, or what, huh? I mumbled.
And I mumbled it slowly, and my eyes refused to even blink, otherwise they would suddenly open again, and the movie was already over. And these two monsters slowly walked to the bed and after all, the bastards, did not even try to hide behind. My heart was already trying to crawl out of my throat to also see what it was that showed that my eyes would now fall out. I swallowed, not letting him out. Then it started pounding like mad and scandalous, which is so dishonest and it also wants to see. The brain tried to instruct the eyes to close their eyes so as not to be subjected to such a psychological attack, but was sent. They refused to close their eyes, but, on the contrary, widened them even more so as not to miss anything. Then the brain began to cynically figure out who I would like first. Horror, in short. Honestly, if they were now wearing swimming trunks, like strippers, I would, without hesitation, put all my savings there for a rubber band. Because you will not see such a thing in any strip club ... Well, in short, what I saw now.
- And we are not ashamed of you. You’re not ashamed of us either, ”Cher drawled visibly.
“But you don't have to look if you fear for your morality,” Ilmar added languidly.
They began to bend around the bed on both sides in order to lie on either side of me. And I felt that my eyes, like those of a chameleon, were scattering in different directions, because it was beyond my strength to let go of at least one of them.
- Guys, cover up, otherwise I'll rape you both in a particularly perverted form, and we'll have to suffer all our lives together, because then they won't divorce us, - I decided to intimidate them.
“We’re not afraid of you at all,” Cher whispered, slipping under my blanket.
I closed my eyes with an effort, trying to gather them together. Cher pressed down on my shoulders and dropped it onto the pillow. And then these two disturbers of my hormonal background moved closer, kissed each on the shoulder from their side, wished me good night, turned away and prepared to sleep. No, well, just no words! What the hell to my grandmother and my great-grandmother, good night ?! I'm going to tear myself apart from hormones right now. How, I wonder, am I supposed to sleep when two such incredible bodies lie on either side of me?
“Don't crawl,” Cher muttered over his shoulder, turning his head slightly.
- Sweet dreams, - Ilmar responded and laid his wings more comfortably.
And they, calmly settled down, breathed evenly. No ... Well, this ... Well, just ... In general, not at any gate ... I don't even have words, only interjections and dots. I lay there, hiding. It was difficult to breathe, the blood made a volcanic eruption, the heart still tried to jump out of the chest, hormones raged. And while I was calming all this local storm in my body, these two were already peacefully snoring. Nightmare! And half the night I fought with my own body and tried to fall asleep in order to wake up in the morning from the knock of the door and the frightened oyk.
With difficulty tearing my eyes, I tore my head away from the pillow and saw the maid, who was looking at our rookery. I turned my gaze to where she was looking. And, groaning, dropped her head back, because these two shameless opened up at night and were sleeping now completely naked, pressed against me on both sides. God, I can imagine what gossip will now go and what they will think of me.
In general, this is how it happened with us. During the day we existed autonomously, and I practically did not see the guys. Cher asked to be patient a little and not be bored, explaining that during his long absence there had accumulated a certain number of urgent matters requiring his personal presence, and disappeared somewhere for days. Ilmar trained with swords from morning till night with my bodyguards, while I explored the palace and its surroundings. We only met for dinner, and by nightfall, the guys showed up in my bedroom, and we slept like babies. The servants and courtiers exchanged glances and whispered after me, but no one dared to say anything in my eyes, so I just waved my hand at everything. It seems that no one knew that we were married, and therefore they believed that I was such an insatiable person that one man was not enough for me. Although at times I had the thought that this is not good and in their eyes I look, to put it mildly, not very decent, and maybe it should be told that we are married. In addition, as it turned out, the story of Ilmaniel's rudeness and the fact that I, it turns out, was not a person, but an aerling, and a princess, gained publicity and taught the palace public to be careful. So there was no run up of idiots, but no one was in a hurry to be friends with me. The drow studiously ignored my presence, albeit very politely, you can't fault it.
A couple of times in the corridors I ran into the royal mistress. But she, too, made a stony face, looked sideways at Alpha and, slightly squatting in a curtsy, if she met my eyes, she quickly left, practically ran away. And I'm glad, that's really the last thing I wanted to communicate with this haughty bitch.
Cher and I spent two evenings teaching me the local alphabet. It was faster on a computer, Cher won learned to read in literally an hour, but even so, from a book, I quickly got used to it. I learned the letters quickly, thanks to the new memory, and then it was only a matter of training and developing fluent reading skills in the local language. Which I did in my free time, studying the books on the history of the Airlings that I brought with me. Otherwise it’s wrong somehow, I’m like their representative, but I don’t know a damn thing about my people.
On the third day, I discovered the ballroom. More precisely, judging by its size, the hall is not quite a ballroom, but something like a small hall for something that requires a lot of mirrors. Oh, how happy I was, I hadn't danced for so long. The body demanded the usual load, and the soul asked for music and dancing, so that very day I occupied this room for my studies. There was, however, some difficulty with dressing, since it was not comme il faut to go through the entire palace in the clothes in which my trainings usually took place, the local drow shied away from me anyway. Therefore, I did not want to embarrass them with my sporty appearance, but it was also inconvenient to change clothes in the hall. So I pulled the cloak from Shera's room and, having dressed in my room, then wrapped myself in it and, like a gloomy ghost, followed to the dance hall. And there she was already going all out, attaching her turntable to the window so that there was enough sunlight for the batteries. Lord, how, it turns out, I missed the Earth, my friends and parents, music, the crazy rhythm of the big city and even my former job (I would never have believed that I would say this one day, but nevertheless ). Therefore, I turned on the music and, completely forgetting about everything in the world, danced. Several times I noticed that they were spying on me and eavesdropping on me. At first it got in the way and I got confused, but then it didn't matter. Let, the main thing is that they are silent and do not climb.
About a week after our arrival in Dakart, Sher announced that he was taking Ilmar, and they were leaving for two days to inspect the borders, since the drow had business in remote territories too, and the father still did not return. Promising that they would be back by the evening of the next day, the guys left immediately after breakfast, and I was left on my own. I still had absolutely nothing to do, and I was frankly stupid with boredom. Still, I'm not used to such a stupid and idle pastime. I got tired of reading, it was boring and cold to walk alone, and I'm not a fan of walks in nature, only training remained.
And as soon as Cher and Ilmar left, I changed clothes, took my equipment, wrapped myself in Cher's cloak and wandered in the right direction. It remained for me to go down one of the last stairs leading to the hall when I conceived a blasphemous action from the point of view of observance of propriety. Actually, I have long been going to commit this blasphemy, but somehow there were always too many drow around. Namely - I dreamed of sliding down the railing of one of these wide staircases, which, like two wings, led down from the second floor to the front doors. It became an obsession, but the stairs were so long and the railings were so smooth and wide that I thought it would be great to slide down. Childhood, of course, but the railing beckoned, and I only watched the moment when there would be no one around so that they would not catch me. And now I finally got lucky. Hooray!
I left the turntable by the wall to pick it up later, settled down more comfortably on the wide railing, wrapped my raincoat around it and drove off. Ooh-ooh. It was cool, I had no idea that I would like it so much. Since the stairs were spiral, by the middle I already accelerated well, and at the very end, like a cork from a bottle, flew up, crashed into a man and buried him under me. Damn, what kind of bad luck is that? That's where he emerged from, well, just now there was no one.
I raised myself on my elbows and accidentally pushed the man to the floor. He grunted. This reminds me of something. Pulling my hair back from my face, I looked at the victim of my self-indulgence.
- Man ... - I began and looked closely. - Oh, you are an interesting man.
Oh, what a little man I have crushed ... My God, and where only such handsome men are made ?! A burning, dark-skinned brunette with perfect features, he was incredibly handsome against the background of other drow and even my husbands. His black hair was braided and tied into some kind of intricate braid, and it was very long, because it was lying next to him on the floor. Black eyebrows and eyelashes and very dark purple eyes. And now these eyebrows are raised in surprise, and purple eyes look at me with curiosity and, in fact, are waiting for something.
- Hello, lairr. Did I pin you down? - I shifted, getting comfortable, and smiled at him.
The man again grunted under my elbows, but did not try to get out, and I, too, was in no hurry to get up from him.
- There is little. Would you like to get up? He chuckled, and the corners of his lips twitched.
- And you are uncomfortable, right? - I tried to rise, but the elbow slipped again and again the man grunted.
- Oh! No, nothing, better lie down. Otherwise, you will make a hole in me now. - This handsome man was already openly amused.
- Yes? Well, you're sorry. I just decided to take a ride up the stairs. Believe it or not - since childhood I dreamed of riding just such a staircase, I have seen similar ones in manor-museums.
- So how? Liked? - In his eyes, laughs were already dancing.
- Thank you, but I think I will refrain. - Elf still could not resist and snorted with laughter.
- In vain. Honestly, such a thrill, just like a carousel ride. You, if you decide, call, I'll keep you company, there are two stairs. I laughed too.
Then, from somewhere behind, the piercing voice of the royal mistress was heard, which was clearly moving in our direction. I winced:
- Okay, I'll go. And then here comes the royal bitch, oh, that is, the royal favorite. I don't want to run into her. Between us, a creepy woman.
I slid to the side, ignoring the man's strangled laugh, and stood up. She wrapped herself in a cloak again, covering up her dancing chaos, and ran up the stairs to get her player.
The next day I again did not know what to do, it was boring to the point of stupor, and I waited for the guys only in the evening. After reading at my place, then for another half day I pushed around the palace and suddenly realized that I really wanted pancakes. And that I was madly bored of normal, familiar food, and now I’ll just die if I don’t get these coveted thin lace pancakes. But I didn't know where these drow had a kitchen, so I had to ask Alpha to escort me to the place where they gave him goodies. Monimont smiled carnivore, said that he was always ready to eat, and took the lead.
In the kitchen I was greeted by amazed silence and several puzzled looks. I hesitated on the threshold.
- People, and who is in charge here? - I finally decided, remembering that I was supposed to be the first to address a lower rank.
“I, your highness. Do you want something special for your dinner? - An elf in a white cap stepped forward.
- Yes. Wish. Could you bake some pancakes? I really want to. I looked at him questioningly.
- Pancakes? - The cooks looked at each other. - And what's that?
- Well, from the dough, such fried thin cakes. Do you know how?
They didn't know how. Moreover, they have never even heard of such a strange dish, barbarians. After thinking, I decided that saving the dying from hunger was the work of the dying themselves, and therefore ordered to give me an apron, ingredients and dishes. She also said that I would now show them a master class on making these very pancakes.
- So, gentlemen cooks. I'll do it now just for me and ... um ... well, it doesn't matter, so remember the proportions, then you will do it yourself. Bring two liters of milk, two eggs, salt, sugar, flour, vegetable oil. A liter is about this much. - I jabbed my finger into some vessel on the table.
The cooks exchanged glances and with great reluctance, but still provided me with a place and everything that I demanded. It was evident that they really did not want to let me into their domain, but they did not dare to argue and simply began to carefully observe my manipulations. Aloud, however, they did not say anything, so I stopped paying attention to it. For some, no, and I am highness, although they do not like me.
Alf ate the first three or four pancakes, which, as usual, came out lumpy while I got used to the local pan and the thickness of the dough. Two more had to be donated to the head chef and his assistant for the tasting. Well, the rest, as soon as they finished baking, I covered the silver lid given to me here so that they would not cool down, and dragged them into my room, taking all sorts of delicious additives to them and a bottle of wine.
And so Alf and I wandered along the corridor, terribly pleased with ourselves, and I am also in anticipation of how now with these same pancakes I will arrange a belly party called "Death to the Figure". Alf was dragging a string bag with wine and toppings for pancakes, and I was the dish itself. And suddenly, already on the way to my chambers, I came face-to-face with the stunning drow of the past, who stood blocking the road and watched our procession with interest.
- Hello, lairr. I smiled at him. "Did I bruise you yesterday?"
- Hello. No, they didn't have time, I have a good, strong prick. He smiled back at me slyly.
And I turned my gaze to his black leather tunic, worn over a white shirt. A good prick, and the shirt underneath is good, and everything under the shirt and below is also ... very so good. So, calmly, something is taking me into the wrong steppe.
- So, you are the same princess of the Aerling who sleeps with two men at once, and one of them is Crown Prince Shermanthel? - The elf looked at me with interest, but I got bored.
I thought ... And he came to collect gossip. Yes, and so tactless. Well, okay, I sleep like this, I will play my part, as it should be.
- And for what purpose are you interested? Would you like to join? - I looked at him affectionately, sighed and languidly lowered my eyelashes, and then slowly raised them.
- Do you have any more vacancies? - The man chuckled with a smile, but was not embarrassed, but continued to flirt.
- Well, since I am an Aerling princess, I can have a whole harem. I even have to. By status. I smiled and bit my lower lip slightly.
Then the handsome man's eyelashes quivered, but he did not take his eyes from my lips.
- And what smells so delicious with you? - he changed the topic of conversation.
- Pancakes. How do you respect them?
- Pancakes? He raised his eyebrows in surprise. - What is it?
I removed the lid from the dish, and a breathtaking scent floated down the hallway. The man involuntarily swallowed.
- Want to try? - I watched with a smile the victim of taste sensations.
- Want. Can i? He smiled back at me.
- Why not. But not in the corridor, let's go, I'm giving you a treat. We're almost there. - I covered the dish with a lid and went to the door to my chambers.
The elf obediently followed me.
- Excuse me, lairr, what is your name? I looked over my shoulder at him.
- You can call me Cyrus. And you?
- And I'm Aleta. Ask.
I went into the living room, unloaded a dish on one of the low tables, and took the wine and toppings from Alpha. She took out two glasses from the cabinet and nodded to Kira at the bottle. He intelligently took it and, opening it, poured it into glasses.
- Come on, sit down, Lairr Cyrus. Now I will treat you. I hope you enjoy it, I baked it myself. What do you like with jam? There is also salted fish, sour cream, honey. - I sat down on the carpet at the table and waved an invitation to my guest.
- You can just call me "Cyrus". I do not know. What is tastier with? - He watched with interest as I arrange the pots with toppings, and smiled at something.
- Well then, try with everything in turn.
And we began to try. Empirically, it turned out that Kira most of all likes this dish with salted red fish, if wrapped inside, and with honey, in which to dip. Well, I ate with lingonberry jam. And all this was washed down with wine, which was kindly given to me in the kitchen by the cook. In general, we tried it well. I ate pretty quickly and after the third pancake I just drank wine in small sips, but Cyrus turned out to be either very hungry, or so imbued, but the pancakes quickly disappeared from the dish. Hmmm, it looks like Shera and Ilmar will have nothing left, but they can't take it away now, since she herself invited.
Finally he, too, fell off the table satiatedly.
- Well, how do you like it?
- Divine. And I'm surprised you baked it yourself. - He smiled contentedly and drank wine.
- Well, what to do if your cooks do not know how. I laughed. - I had to get up to the stove. I'm glad you liked it. I think now you can eat them too, I taught the local chefs to bake them.
We relished the wine and thought each one of his own. Cyrus was not going to leave, but, on the contrary, settled down comfortably on the carpet, stretching his legs and leaning back on the sofa, and relaxed watching me.
- Cyrus, maybe we'll play cards? Are you in no rush? - I thought that I didn't know what to talk about with him, and the silence was obviously prolonged, but not to drive him out.
- We can play. I really do not know how, but if you teach me, then I will be happy.
I quickly went into the bedroom and returned with a deck of cards. It's not that I'm such a gambler, but sometimes, if only in good company. Yes, and I don’t know much about games, but as a fool, simple or thrown, even I can teach this. Having dealt the cards, I told the rules, and we played the first practice game, during which I explained everything.
- Here you go. Actually, this game is called "throw-in fool". The one who lost is a fool.
- Understood. What are we going to play for? What are the usual bets accepted? - Cyrus asked.
- Yes, nothing, in principle, just to play - and that's it, well, or any nonsense. For desires, for example. And on stupid ones, such as crawling under the table and meowing or climbing into a chair and crowing. But, I think, you and I should not play on the desire. - I chuckled to myself, remembering Ailontar, and thought that my desires are sometimes very specific.
- What other bets are possible? - Cyrus chuckled in surprise.
- And even more stupid. For undressing, for example. The loser removes one thing from himself. Or clicky. Or on interest - the one who won, asks a question, and the loser must honestly answer it.
- No, it won’t go to scribbles, I can’t beat the girl. - Cyrus thought. - And it’s not worth it, all of a sudden we start to elicit state secrets from each other. What else?
- Well ... or for kisses. But there are only two of us, so kisses also fall away.
- Are they falling away? - Cyrus glanced over my lips with interest. - Well then, let's get undressed, I don't mind.
At this point I started thinking, calculating the number of things I was wearing now and how many parties I would hold out if I suddenly had no luck. It worked fine, considering the trousers with a belt, shirt, vest, jewelry, shoes and stockings. Nothing. I'm not sure if this is a good idea - oh and Cher will knock me on the head if he catches it. But, on the other hand, it is interesting to look at this Kira without a shirt, and you can stop in time, completely undressing is not included in my plans. I think you can go up to the shirt, I have it as long as a tunic, it covers the butt if it is worn out.
And we started to play. At some point, we ran out of a bottle of wine, and I, looking out into the corridor, asked the servant who was running by to bring another pair, and we continued the game. The second bottle and the third one somehow ended imperceptibly. I practically did not drink, I only drank a little, but Cyrus was already fine. He smiled, flirted and seemed to have a lot of fun with our game.
Cyrus played with complete dedication, recklessly, we even argued noisily a couple of times, he accused me of cheating, while I myself took out a stuck card from his sleeve, and he was loudly indignant that it was an accident and he had nothing to do with it. Well, after all, he looks like such a decent elf. At the same time, he was outrageously lucky, and if I had not been wearing so many jewelry, we would have had to stop playing a long time ago, since I simply would have nothing to shoot. In general, we had a lot of fun mentally, for a long time I hadn’t played ordinary cards with such pleasure.
- Bito. Aleta, you lost again. - Cyrus laughed contentedly.
- Come on, Cyrus. I would have known that you are so lucky at cards, I would not even have sat down to play with you, ”I muttered, taking off my second stocking. - I will teach you later to play checkers and backgammon, there are no bets there. Want to? Or chess, but it’s true that I’m not a very good chess player.
Actually, by agreement, this was our last game, since I had nothing more to shoot, I now remained only in underwear and a long shirt, and Cyrus was sitting in only white underpants, and he had only some cunning in reserve for this game. barrette in hair. Yes, and only the ring of my great-grandmother and a pendant made of moonstone remained on me, but I did not plan to take them off under any circumstances, so that was the end of our card tournament.
- Baby, we're back. And what smells so good at you?
The door opened, two of my husbands appeared on the threshold of the living room and froze in daze on the threshold, casting a stunned look at our group. Cyrus, who was sitting with his back to the door, also looked around and looked at them with a smile. Hmmm, I can imagine a sight. We are sitting with the drow on the floor, with cards in our hands, surrounded by empty bottles and mountains of things, mixed with mine and his, which we just threw into one heap.
- Dad? - confused Shera.
- Dad?! - surprised Ilmara.
- Dad?! - full of my insult.
I coughed. Well your mother! Yours, Cher, dad! Why, why am I so unlucky ?! I just met such a stunning man, from the look at which the veins were shaking, and rolled her lips, and here you, Aletochka, meet your own father-in-law. It's even worse than Meet the Fockers. This is generally ... the first part of their last name, and many times.
Cyrus stretched and stood up smoothly, while Cher stared at his underpants and raised his eyebrows.
- Father, what are you doing here?
- Your Aleta treated me to pancakes, and we played cards. - Cyrus laughed. “I don’t remember how many centuries I haven’t had such fun.
Cher looked at me. Oh, what will happen now ... But Cher did not say a word, but just looked at me, and I felt that I was getting terribly ashamed. And that I seem to be a fool. My ears began to burn. I got up quietly and retreated to the bedroom to get dressed. Without looking, she pulled on the first dress she came across instead of a shirt and returned to the living room. Cyrus, too, had already put on his pants and shirt, turned to me and coughed. What else? I got dressed. I lowered my eyes to check what was wrong. Oh! All wrong. The dress that I put on in a hurry was the kind I brought from the airlings, transparent and with slits on the sides. Cher and Ilmar said nothing, just watched me blush rapidly.
I hesitated, and then went to the sofa and sat down with an independent look. That's it, I was burned so much, why flutter now. I'll get my portion of the due ... uh-uh ... well, what do jealous husbands say to their wives when they are caught red-handed?
- Cher, will you introduce me to your companion? - Cyrus broke the prolonged pause, watching my throwing with a grin. - And come in, eat the pancakes, they are still warm. I'll tell you now to bring wine.
Ilmar and Cher came up to me and, after standing for a couple of seconds, nevertheless sat down on the sofa on either side of me. I took a breath. The scandal seems to be postponed.
- Meet, father. This is Il'marey vas Korta-Honer, Prince Consort of the Airlings and the second husband of the youngest non-hereditary princess of the Bertil Aleta line.
Cyrus had already dressed and sat down in a chair opposite us.
- Second? He chuckled, looking at me with interest. - And who is the first?
- I, father, me.
Oh, how I want to become small, small and invisible and climb somewhere under the baseboard ...
Cyrus's face stretched out. He looked at Cher for a long time, probably expecting him to say that he was joking. But Cher was silent. And I was silent. And Ilmar was silent.
- Yes, Shermanthel, you know how to present surprises. How did you manage?
Cyrus shook his head and looked at me.
- Well, how do you, Aleta, live in such a marriage? You, - he hesitated, - you are not aerling from birth. Why did you go for this?
Then I looked at Shera, calling for help. Still, it seems to me that he should explain himself with his parent. But he just shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, glanced at me sideways, but did not say anything. Again they blamed everything on me. Boys, get some nettles under your tail. And, by the way, dad Shera seems to know who I am, it's just me, naive bastard, who got caught like the last idiot.
- Because if I had not taken them as husbands, they would have been executed. I shrugged sadly. - And believe me, I myself am terrified of such a triple marriage. And we do not know to whom, how and when we should turn to have it terminated, because we have a fictitious marriage, there is nothing between us. We're just friends. I winced. - True, in the palace everyone thinks that we are lovers, since no one knows that we are married, and we are not going to tell anyone about it.
- That's even how. Fictitious? - Cyrus looked at me so attentively that I even shivered, got up and walked across the room. - Yes, you threw me the news. Cher, do you know that I have just returned from the Bright Forest and agreed on your marriage with the ruler's niece? Everything has already been discussed, a preliminary conspiracy has been concluded, and Anoriel irn Elrinor of the Eywe clan will come to Dakart in the near future for the betrothal ceremony.
- But this is impossible! Her father could not consent to this marriage. Cher looked up at his father in surprise.
- Cher, her father went missing along with his son, the gods know how many years ago. The conspiracy was concluded with the ruler and her mother.
- Yes, her father was found, and her brother was found. They were in the harem of the Aerling Queen. Aleta bought them and took them here with me and Ilmar.
Cyrus, who was pacing the room, stumbled and turned towards us.
- And where are they?
- I think already at home. I sent them to the borders of our lands with the Light Forest, they were going to contact the border service there. It looks like you just missed each other for a day.
“You can go crazy with your news,” drawled Shera's dad.
Ah-ah… Such… Such… And dad… I can't dare to call him that. He looked a little older than Cher, just as tall, just as handsome, only a little more mature and serious. Looking at him, it was immediately clear that this was already a man, and not a young guy. And Cher is very similar to his father, only a younger version. I watched Cyrus longingly. There is no happiness in life. And if there is, then not in mine, that's for sure. Vladyka caught my eye and lost his pace. Oh…
- Cyrus, forgive me, I do not know your full name. I think you should talk to Cher in private, for sure you have a lot to discuss. - Pulling myself together, I looked sympathetically at Cher, and he took a deep breath with relief. Yes, it looks like he was also not warm to listen to his father's educational speech in our presence.
“You're right, Aleta. And call me as before, for you I am Cyrus. - Sitting next to Cher shuddered and looked at his father in a strange way.
- That is great. Cher, Ilmar - let's go to the table and eat pancakes until they are completely cool. At the pace, - I commanded, and the guys obediently moved and took up the food. They seem to have been glad of the respite from the interrogation.
- Cyrus, I have one last question for you, as for a ruler. What exactly should I do and write in order to issue an official note of protest or, as it is correctly called, with accusations of insulting me as a member of the ruling royal house of the Airlings? - For now, I’ll be busy with other showdowns in order to distract Cyrus from Cher, and I’ll have to be distracted myself. And by the way, I wonder what his full name is.
- What are you about? - he did not understand.
- I'm talking about your mistress. - Cyrus slowed down, and I continued: - When we just arrived in Dakart, she told me and Edelhir irn Elrinor a whole bunch of nasty things and threats. Personally, as Aleta Olkhovskaya, I would calmly endure it. Tea is not the first mimra, thinking about herself, God knows what, that I have met in my life. But as a princess of the Bertil family, I am forced to demand that this be properly investigated and that she be punished accordingly. I believe Larr Edelhir will support me.
- Ta-a-k. Come on in more detail. - Cyrus flowed onto the sofa to the vacant seat next to me. I shivered again. Heck…
And I told him in detail. In paints, not sparing emotions to describe the behavior of this bitchy grymza. I do not mind. No, well, really, what does she allow herself? Well, there would still be a queen, otherwise she was an ordinary aristocrat, and besides, she was badly brought up. And all her merit is only that she managed to get into bed with the ruler. I looked sideways at Cyrus. Although in all honesty, I understand her. Only something tells me that it was not the physical merits of this ... This ... Well, in general, this ... Who was sitting next to me now that attracted her there. Well, what an attractive man, no strength whatsoever. Cyrus sat, comprehending everything that I told him. Then he glanced briefly at Cher.
- Shermantael, what did you tell her?
“That you’ll figure it out yourself when you get there, and prescribe a proper punishment for her and her sycophants.”
- Excellent. This is just fine. - Cyrus narrowed his eyes predatory. - Aleta, do you demand the maximum punishment?
“Uh… well, yes. Maybe. And what is the maximum? - I got lost.
- The death penalty.
- Well ... - I blinked my eyes in confusion. - This is somehow too much.
- Really? Think hard. According to the laws of the Light Forest, this is followed by the death penalty. What is the punishment for the Aerling, since you represent their ruling house?
“Death penalty,” I whispered. And it’s true, not only am I a woman, and the Aerlings generally have toughness with this, I also belong now to the royal family.
Cyrus smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.
- But maybe there is something softer? Well, a little? But according to the law, ”I mumbled.
- The most merciful thing that can be done in this case is deprivation of the title and expulsion. Forever and ever. For her and her descendants, if such will appear.
“I agree,” I said quickly, before Cyrus changed his mind.
This girl Ilmaniel, of course, is disgusting, and a fool, since she allows herself such tricks, but not to execute her for it.
- Well ... I am waiting for you tomorrow in my office. I think we have a lot to discuss with you. - Cyrus smiled, looking at me through his eyelashes, covered my hand with his and shook it, and I felt that I was melting. - And grab your checkers. After settling all business issues, I will play with you with pleasure. More, ”he added in an enveloping voice.
Cher choked on a pancake and coughed.
- Cher, how are you? More accurate. Inhale through your nose, and exhale and cough through your mouth. I pulled my hand away and switched to Shera.
He cleared his throat and wiped away tears from his cough.
- Everything is fine. Choked, - he croaked.
- Are you okay? If you're done, then let's go to my office. We have a lot to discuss. - Cyrus got up smoothly. - You were gone for a long time, tell me everything calmly and in order.
Cher nodded, cleared his throat again, and stood up as well. Ilmar and I went up after them to say goodbye.
- Aleta, I was very glad to meet you, you are adorable. And you bake pancakes very tasty. - Cyrus bent down and kissed my hand, pretending that he did not at all look into the neckline of my dress and even through the dress itself, which did not hide my lace earthly underwear at all. Um….
- Mutually. I smiled forcibly and looked at Shera. - Wait for you?
Cher looked at me thoughtfully.
“No, I'll be free late and go to bed, no need to wait,” he turned and left the living room, followed by Cyrus.
Sadly I flopped back onto the sofa and hunched over. There was a feeling as if a rod had been taken out of me and I would now be spreading out into a puddle. Y-yes. Well, evening, I have done things. Cher seems offended. I'm generally sad. What Ilmar feels, I do not understand. And he, without saying a word, walked over and sat down next to him, and I crawled under his arm, hugging his warm side. We sat in silence.
- Did you like him very much? - Ilmar spoke first.
- Who? - I shuddered at his question.
- Cyrus. I saw the way you look at him and how he looks at you. Sparks just didn't fly between you.
- Cyrus ... - I drawled. - Yes, Ilmar, I liked it. But, alas, nothing can be between us. No matter how much I or he suddenly wanted it. - I threw back my head and looked at Ilmar.
- Why? - He smiled at me affectionately. - You can have at least a whole harem if you want. If he wants you too, and Cyrus wants you, it can be seen. And you want him. You never look at me or Shera the way you looked at him now, ”he added sadly.
- Il, he is Shera's father, do you understand? I just can't do this to Cher while we're married. Let there be nothing between us, let us just be friends. But ... Cyrus is his father. And then ... Who am I and who is Cyrus? There is a gap between us, and what you saw is just a physical attraction. Agree, he is a very attractive and charismatic type.
- Understand. Go here. - Ilmar dragged me to his lap, hugged me tightly and shook me like a child. “There’s nothing between you and Cher just because you don’t want it.” If you would only let him, you would have had everything for a long time.
- Il, I can't. And you see, I was never interested in Shera as a girl. He just used to consider me his property, hence all his outbursts of jealousy. All the time that we have known him, there were no men in my environment, and he was used to being the only one next to me. And we kissed him only once, not counting the wedding, and that was rather a drunken courage, even at my house, there. And as his companion, girlfriend, and even more so as a wife, he never even considered me, which he told me himself, personally. It is now, when I suddenly acquired the title and became a princess, he changed his mind. Before that ... Let me tell you something. Just swear to me that it all stays between us.
- I swear. - Ilmar bent down and lightly, practically without touching, kissed me on the lips.
- Il, the fact is that I am not of this world. I am an ordinary person, a completely simple human girl, without any abilities, as I always thought. And in Alzerat I have only a little over a month. And I got here just on the eve of our acquaintance with you, having really fallen out of the teleport in your mountains, along the way. Only this path was from my home world, which is called Earth. And Cher brought me here.
And I told Ilmar about our meeting with Cher, about how I nursed this half-dead cat and how then all the time I considered him an ordinary pet. And about how one day she accidentally returned his elf form, and then after one ceremony that we had to perform to save his life, she became immortal. And about the letter of my great-grandmother, who knew in some unknown way that one day I would meet a representative of another world. After thinking about it, I told about that scene with my gift, and how scared Cher got, deciding that I was imposing on him as a wife. He honestly told me then that he could never marry me. And he did not even try to court me or seduce, although I liked him and I did not mind if he had shown at least a little perseverance then. But I did not interest him as a woman absolutely. And all these fits of jealousy began only now, after this wedding, he completely lost his mind and became inadequate and unbearable. Because he decided that I was more profitable for him than some abstract bride that his father found him. Then I sighed. Father, eh ...
“Do you really think you’re not interested in him as a woman?” Can't you see that he is crazy about you, hence his jealousy, and these hysterics. He loses his head when he sees you. Ilmar shook his head reproachfully. “Do you even know that he made me swear that I would not use my husband's right to force you?” Only if you love me and you want our marriage to be real? That is why the three of us sleep, so that you yourself can choose and make a decision, and alone he is afraid to sleep with you. He is afraid that he will fail, and then you will not forgive him.
Weird. It doesn't look like Ilmar is cheating on me, but ...
- Ilmar, you are confusing something. After all, he even had a bride, and we parted for only three days, while I wandered through the mountains and searched for the way to the aerling.
- Aleta, you are his bride. He was engaged to you. Remember your gift to him, a bracelet. He put it on himself, deliberately. Even if he did not know that it would work as an engagement, he only hoped for a miracle, and you gave this bracelet as an ordinary piece of jewelry. But then the magic worked so that from the minute he put it on, you were engaged. He found out about it only here, in the palace. The father told him. And he didn't even have time to tell you, you see how it all happened.
- But why didn't he explain anything to me? Didn't try to talk to me, tell me about all this and his feelings, if he has any? - I was even confused by such revelations and by the fact that I learn all this from my second husband.
- Did you give him such an opportunity? Ilmar looked at me reproachfully. - Well, do you really not like him at all?
I sat down, comprehending the information.
- I like it very much, he is wonderful. And he always liked me, except that he never once tried to court me during the whole time of our acquaintance. Cher after all, at the very beginning, made it clear to me that he did not need me as a girl. And then I was very offended at him. Ilmar, I used to consider him just a friend, and I treat him exactly as a friend. Well, it seems ... Ugh, you devil. Now I myself do not understand what I feel about him. - I thought. - But not in love, that's for sure, and he did nothing to make me suddenly fall in love with him.
- What are you all the same stupid and blind. - He hesitated. - And I? Do you like me?
- Very. You are like a dream, like a fairy tale, like a bright angel. Even just looking at you is pleasant, and I am thrilled by your blue eyes. You are an unreal light creature.
“You call me angel again. He smiled. - Who is this?
- Angels? They are representatives of the pantheon of my religion. They look like you: the same beautiful, light, amazing and with the same white wings. God's helpers, protecting people, helping them not to commit sins. Well, if this is very primitive to explain, I am an atheist and not very familiar with religious aspects. They live in heaven, in paradise. And they are sinless. - I stroked Ilmar's cheek with a smile.
“I’m not at all sinless. He smiled back and raised his eyebrows playfully. - And if you would let me, I would prove it. - He braced himself and asked a question: - Why don't you want me to remain your husband? I could make you happy if you let me.
- Because I want you to be happy, Ilmar. Because I want you to meet a girl whom you will love with all your heart, and she will love you. And so that you are always together and happy. You deserve it.
- But you do not admit the thought that you can become this girl?
- Ilmar, let's be honest with each other, since we are talking to you like this for the first time. You are not even the smallest in love with me. You are grateful to me, sympathetic, perhaps you even like me, just as I do you. But this is not love. Not the kind of love that exists between a man and a woman. What we have with you looks more like family feelings. Affection, friendship, desire to be close, communicate, share. But you do not burn on fire thinking about me, you do not die of desire. You don't have the hairs on your arms on end, don't catch your breath, and your knees don't tremble when I'm next to you. You don't go crazy with jealousy at the thought of being touched by another man. It is so? Admit it yourself, and you will understand what I mean.
He nodded inhibited, as if spellbound listening to me.
- And I want you to have it all, Ilmar. So that you love and burn with passion. And the thought of her would give you goosebumps and sweet stomach. And so that she, your only one, would love you just as madly. So that you drown in each other's eyes and melt from touching your fingers. And the whole world would be for you in each other's breath, and the nights that you would spend next to you would be full of passion and pleasure. So that you get married and live a long and happy life together, and you don't need anyone else. So that your love for each other is so great that neither troubles, nor misfortunes, if suddenly they happened, would not overshadow your feelings. And so that you have children who would live in a happy family, see your love and be happy too, knowing that true love is not a fairy tale, that it is possible. I wish you this with all my heart, Ilmar. I kissed him affectionately on the cheek, and he turned his hazy gaze to me.
- But nevertheless, what if all of a sudden ... Well, after a while we could mutually love each other and experience all this?
- Well, then no one can prevent us from getting married again, but for love. I smiled at him.
- Good. I won't mind a divorce, ”he said quietly. - I hope all this will be in my life. And I wish you the same too, Aletochka. May the gods hear me. I really want you to find your happiness too, because I have no one closer and dearer than you. Just promise that you will not disappear from my life, that you will remain my close friend.
- Will be! Necessarily will. She is the one, your beloved and the only one! And I will not disappear, I promise, - I firmly declared and quietly added: - And the gods hear you, Ilmar.
- Then we need to go to the Lord of the Winds. He sealed our marriage, and he can dissolve it. Do you know where to find him? You talked.
- I know. The dragons have it. - We sat in silence, just enjoying the minutes of complete mutual understanding and peace that comes when a controversial, difficult situation is resolved.
“Aleta, tell me about your world,” Ilmar asked thoughtfully.
- Tell? Let me show you something? Wait. I slipped off his knees and headed for the bedroom.
In a bottomless bag, I had albums with photographs that I took with me as a keepsake, so that in the moments when I miss the Earth especially strongly, I could look through them and remember my home. And now I was going to show them to Ilmar.
I showed him my parents, brother and his family. My friends and girlfriends laughing with me in photos from my academy prom. Just shots that snatched out pieces of my old life. Me and my friend Yulka on trips to the sea. Here we are smiling into the lens at the hotel and on excursions, here she is balancing on one leg on the pier and laughing, and here I am on the beach, staring sleepily at her when she woke me up with a click of the camera. She showed photographs from various holidays, which we celebrated with a stormy company, then with my family. And the ones that I wear in dance and training costumes in dance classes. Here we are with Oleg in flight after an unsuccessful support, he almost fell, and I with bulging eyes fly on top of him. We got to the photos of Cher, when he was first a cat, and then in his normal form. And Cher on them in earthly clothes, and so ... simple and understandable, cheerful, slightly stunned and confused. She showed a bunch of photos from celebrating the last New Year at the dacha. Cher, all covered with snow, in a quilted jacket and felt boots, disheveled and with a red nose, selflessly sculpts a snow woman with the guys. So next to him I insert not a woman, but a snowman's nose-carrot. Here Olezhka laughs, clutching his stomach, looking at our work.
I showed all these pieces of my former life to Ilmar and talked about it. And so I wanted to go home at that moment, to tears, to pinching in my nose, to a lump in my throat. To turn on the TV, surf the Internet, call a friend and chat with her for two hours about anything. We rarely saw her lately, as she hastily jumped out to get married and had a baby, but we always talked on the phone for a long time. And I really wanted to drink tea with pies in my parents' kitchen, and so that my dad would ask me smart questions, and when I did not know the answer, I would say that I am a glamorous blonde who only pretends to be an educated brown-haired woman. And my mother would laugh and say that it is just that he is already too smart and old, and I have my whole life ahead of me to learn. I sniffed.
- Wait, Ilmar, I'll show you something else. “I took the photo albums, put them back in my bag and brought a turntable with discs. - I'll give you one song to listen to. Most likely, you will not understand the words, so take the paper, I will dictate them to you now, so that you know what it is sung about.
Ilmar obediently took the sheet, and I dictated to him the words of Kipelov's song "I am free." I knew the words by heart, but I was ashamed to sing in front of strangers, because, in general, having an ear for music and understanding when someone was out of tune, I could not sing correctly at the same time. As soon as Ilmar finished writing, I turned on the disc. And the song burst into the room. Ilmar looked at the turntable in bewilderment and recoiled from surprise at the first sound of music. And literally a couple of minutes later he fell into a trance and, as if enchanted, listened to the song. And I turned them on to him one by one, first my favorites in Russian, then foreign pop music. Cheerful dance music lifted the spirits, and Ilmar smiled too.
- Do you want me to teach you how to dance? - I jumped up and with a smile held out my hand to Ilmar.
Then I taught Ilmar to earth dances, and we laughed when he could not repeat the hip-hop movements after me and he got confused in his legs and arms. And the spectacle of aerling dancing lambada is something in general. We couldn't even laugh, we just sobbed with laughter. Sirtaki Ilmar liked it much more, and we jumped a little, lifting our legs and getting from this pleasure no less than the tourists who came to Greece. But it seems that Ilmar had a shock from the dances that are full of video clips of modern pop divas. Because I, accustomed to such frank movements, did not even think to be shy, and I selflessly twisted my booty and bent over in modern club dances. And then, Jamaican and Brazilian dances, which gave many movements, are for a fragile male psyche ... I don't even know what to compare with, a blow for sure, I just can't think of what and for what.
And then Ilmar asked what kind of dance Cher was talking about and if I could dance something for him. I ran away, changed into one of the belly dance costumes and returned to Ilmar. He was even confused by such an outfit, but he did not fall into a stupor again, given that the outfits of their women are also very far from the dresses of nuns, and, it seems, he had nowhere to fall deeper, after a couple of reggae dances that I just showed him ... So he got ready to watch.
And I danced. Oh-oh-oh, it turns out, Ilmar had more to fall into. And far and deep. When I came closer and began to quickly move my hips, making the belt with coins jingle merrily, his eyes just didn’t fall out. And when I sent a wave across my stomach, my pride, with which I killed more than one hour, exercising in front of the mirror, his jaw rolled down somewhere on the floor. Yes, earthly dancing is a terrible force. Only, it seems, I overdid it ... Because Ilmar stopped laughing, smiling too, but his eyes darkened, and the boy "swam". Tack, it's time to tie, we danced - and we will.
In general, the evening and half of the night were fun. We had fun with pain in the abdominal muscles, laughed so much, and our lips were trying to creep back into a smile. Outside the window, it was already beginning to brighten, and the eyes began to stick together, so we quickly put ourselves in order and, like tin soldiers, fell on the bed - to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Ilmar was no longer there, and when he left, I did not hear. I lay in bed, basking on the sheets, as I absolutely did not want to get up. Finally I got out and walked around the bedroom, listening to my feelings, then froze in the center of the room. Body and soul sang and sang like a stretched string. I had the feeling that if I now stand on tiptoe and push off, I will fly up, so much I was permeated with some amazing lightness. As if all my blood is full of air bubbles, as if I can soar like a balloon without touching the ground. It was a wonderful evening, and after our conversation there was a feeling that a mountain was removed from my soul, choking me and bending me to the ground. And for a while I became myself again, an ordinary girl who loves music, dancing, having fun with friends, traveling ...
With a smile, I stood on tiptoe, threw my head back and stretched upward to feel my weightlessness. A door slammed behind me. “And here Ilmar is back,” I thought, and with a smile turned to the door.
- Aleta, how long can we wait for you ?! - And Cyrus rushed into the room without knocking. - I asked you to come to me in the morning, everything is worthwhile. Cher and Ilmar left early in the morning and will return in the late afternoon, while the maids assure you that you are still asleep, even though it's already lunchtime.
- BUT? - I was dumbfounded.
He stumbled upon my confused look, stumbled, opened his eyes, froze, then turned sharply away and found himself facing a large mirror, in which I was all reflected. And I dropped my hands and froze in panic, not knowing which way to run and what to grab to cover myself. And Cyrus froze again, looking at my reflection, then nevertheless turned away from the mirror and abruptly left the room.
Fuck !!! Is this my personal bedroom or a courtyard? Well, all right maids, I have already come to terms with their constant presence, in the end, this is their job. But my own father-in-law, who flies into the bedroom, when I defile in only microscopic pajamas in this very bedroom, is already too much. I just don't know what to say. And even if I am not burdened with unnecessary complexes and, frankly, my most modest swimsuit is much more frank than this pajamas, but the fact itself ?! And in general ... And if I were naked ?! I, too, died, rushed to the bed and wrapped myself in a sheet, wondering what to do now and whether Cyrus had already left. Then I decided to check it out, just in case, otherwise I'll go to the bathtub, and suddenly he is waiting there and still breaks in. I'm afraid that my delicate psyche will not stand it.
I crept to the door and peered cautiously into the living room. Well, definitely worth it, waiting. I coughed as I straightened my impromptu toga from the sheet. He quickly turned to my voice and ran his gaze over the sheet and over my bare shoulders.
- Excuse me. I didn’t think that you are really still asleep, after all, it’s already so much time, - Cyrus finally managed.
“Don't you think I can do whatever I please in my bedroom?” Including sleep at least until the evening, and not alone? - I got angry.
No, I, of course, really like him, frankly, I am drawn to him, the charisma of a man is unreal. But heck, he's my father-in-law !!! What the hell is he breaking into my bedroom? And why did Alf let him? I looked around for my living creatures, but it looks like this moron was grazing in the kitchen again. What a glutton!
- But Cher and Ilmar have already left, and I thought ... But it doesn't matter. I apologize to you. - He switched to a business tone: - And now, if I woke you up, get ready. I am waiting for you in my office. Cher said that you have papers for me from the Aerling Queen and that you are their plenipotentiary. Still need to issue documents with accusations against Ilmaniel ver Salab. I have already contacted the Forest of Light, Edelhir irn Elrinor fully supports your demand for appropriate punishment for her. True, he insists on a more severe measure than you asked. Therefore, it will be necessary to reconsider this case and decide what kind of punishment to apply to Lady Ilmaniel. In the meantime, she is under house arrest.
- Okay, I'll get myself together and come to your office. Only ... I am hungry, please take care of breakfast for me, or you will have to wait while I eat at my place.
- I'll wait for you as soon as possible. Breakfast will be ready when you arrive. - Cyrus turned sharply and went out into the corridor.
Plenipotentiary of the Aerling, you say? Well, I'll arrange for you now ... You will get the representative of the Aerling in all its glory! I quickly took a bath and went through the pile of dresses that were handed to me in the palace of Queen Larmena with the assurances that I must certainly have a stock of court outfits suitable for the princess. Well now, Cyrus, I'll arrange shock therapy for you. You will forget about all your affairs and about breaking into my bedroom like this, without knocking or warning. I opted for a form-fitting emerald dress that perfectly matched my eye color. Of course, transparent, only with embroidery along the hem, the edges of the sleeves and the neckline. And also - matching high-heeled shoes and linen from those scraps embroidered with gems that she also brought from the valley.
The maid came and helped me to pull my hair into a high hairstyle that reveals the neck, and fastened the princess's hoop on it. I also put on the medallion and the ring, otherwise suddenly some papers will have to be sealed with my personal seal. Then I tinted my eyelashes, added a little blush and a transparent lip gloss. When I put on my chosen dress, the maid's eyes went up to her forehead, but she did not dare to say anything, but only watched me with square eyes. Get you a princess. And this royal bitch will receive, and this dark elven lord, so that he may be choked with saliva. So fuck me up such a joyful morning !!!
I entered Cyrus's office, where the maid kindly accompanied me, in a fighting mood. The blood boiled and demanded revenge, and the shocked glances of the courtiers and servants only added courage. When I entered, Cyrus stood with his back to the door at the table near the window and poured something into a cup from a silver teapot. I walked quickly to my desk and unloaded the pile of scrolls I had with me for the drow.
- Come in, Aleta. Your breakfast has already been brought, a minute, please, ”he said, not looking back and continuing to pour something neatly.
- Thanks. I'm dying as I want ... - I purred, making a meaningful pause, - something ... - another pause, - to eat.
Cyrus jerked, looked back at my provocation and dropped the teapot lid on the table. And so for you !!! You will know how to stare at naked girls next time. Vladyka stood, forgetting about the trickle of tea, which continued to flow past the cup, and devoured me with his eyes. Did you think? Airlings are not dumb-ditties, they have such dresses that any sex shop on Earth would strangle with envy. It is Ilmar and Sher who are used to it and do not react, one might say that they already have immunity to such clothes. And an unprepared viewer should be knocked down on the spot. I remember how Shera was a little kondrashka just from my Turkish dance outfit.
- Ki-i-ir? - I held out.
- What? - hoarsely squeezed out the object, not taking his stunned eyes from me.
- I want tea. And you pour it on the floor.
- What? He looked down at his hands and put the kettle on the table abruptly. There were puddles on the table and on the floor.
- Maybe we can call the maid? Let him clean up and take care of me? I smiled affectionately at him.
Cyrus went to his desk, tried to loosen the collar of his shirt on the go, and rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, the maid wiped off all the puddles, carefully poured me a cup of their local herbal tea, and pushed the saucer of cake over to me. Fu, muck, with cream. I hate such sugary things, but today I have to eat.
I walked, swaying slightly on my heels, to a chair by the table and sat down. Cyrus also sat down, fencing off me with his desk. Perhaps I like this game. I smiled contentedly. At least to flirt with someone, but then boredom is death. I'll have a little fun and remember the past, otherwise I'll completely lose my skill. Of course, I won't allow myself anything with Cyrus. I'm not that wicked and I just can't do that to Cher, it's his father. But can I flirt a little and shake the head of a handsome man? Especially since yesterday he himself was desperately flirting, sometimes driving me into paint.
Well, now is the time to remember the lessons on the buffoonery of males, which I was given when I was sixteen. Where is there a spoon and a cake? To me, my darlings. I'm going to eat now.
- Cyrus, while you read the papers from Queen Larmena. I'll have breakfast in peace.
Vladyka obediently took one of the documents, opened the seal and, unfolding the scroll, plunged into reading. And I proceeded to the cake. How is it necessary there? Scoop up a little cream with a spoon, lick it off, savor it, scoop it up again, lick it off. Brr, I hate cream. And who only came up with the idea that all girls love sweets? I'd rather eat a pickled cucumber or a sandwich with smoked sausage now. Well, okay, you have to be patient. Take a sip of tea and again this nasty sweet cream. And don't look at Cyrus, but why? With my peripheral vision, I can see that he will now start squinting, tracking the movement of the spoon and my lips. Oh, that's it, I can’t take it anymore, I’ll just start to feel sick from this cake. I put down the saucer and finished my tea.
I looked at Cyrus, he was still reading the document carefully. Just ... I got up and went to the table, bent down, carefully took the paper out of his fingers, turned it over and returned it back into his hands. Still, reading upside down is somehow not very good.
- It seems to me that it will be more convenient for you. - And smiled.
Cyrus's face turned to stone, and the tips of his ears turned pink. My God, what a charm. How old are you, my dear, that you still have not forgotten how to blush because you were caught by surprise? You would be on Earth, our glamorous moray eels would have torn you to shreds, I would not have had time to come to my senses. And after all, I didn’t even use heavy artillery, everything was within the bounds of decency, I don’t allow myself anything superfluous. No more than in business negotiations with clients, so, slightly distracting, so that it would be more profitable to conclude a contract. And she dressed decently, just in the fashion of her adoptive family and race, and eat modestly, she didn't even finish this unfortunate cake. However, enough is enough, play, and it will be. Business comes first. I sat down on a wooden chair with armrests that sits right next to the table.
- So where do we start? From the discussion of Lady Ilmaniel's fault, or from the Aerling's credentials? I asked in a calm and businesslike tone. - I suppose, since you have already started reading the documents, we will discuss what agreements can be concluded between our peoples and how to try to establish trade?
We must pay tribute to Cyrus - he quickly left, and we got down to business. We signed several agreements on non-aggression, on friendship and cooperation, on the composition of diplomatic missions, and discussed what exactly Aerlings could export and what they would need as an import. We discussed the logistics. In short, all kinds of economic nonsense, fortunately they taught us at the academy well, I remember all this very well, and I also have experience in the economic sector, very small, of course, only two years, but at least something.
Several times we switched to raised tones, vigorously defending our point of view about how much percentage who should receive. And Cyrus was always the first to raise his voice. Well, you shouldn't yell at me, I myself can bark if necessary, and put it in place too. My boss was the same type, it was not for nothing that his nickname was Bulldog. And this is not because of his appearance, with this he is just fine. But the grip is dead, if it grabs the client, then, until it squeezes out its own, it will not give up. Well, I accompanied him at negotiations more than once, so my school is good. We have long forgotten about flirting and making eyes at each other. What the hell is flirting, big things are done here, internationally. And we argued to the point of hoarseness, each insisting on his own.
- Aleta, you are unbearable, - Cyrus barked and banged his fist on the table. - You have no patience left. Why should I settle for this extortionate interest, explain to me?
“You don’t have to endure me, I’ll leave when we’re done.” - I also went to a roar. - And why did you decide that you should get sixty percent, and only forty airlings? With what such joy? Do you need these contracts? Needed! And they need it! So there is nothing to arrange a robbery in broad daylight. Half and half, period. How the merchants will come to an agreement among themselves is not our concern. But at the state level, let it be equally.
- How do you talk to me? Haystar! Why should I listen to all this, and even agree? - Reaching a white heat, he jumped up and leaned across the table to me.
Wow, how I brought it to something. Well, nothing, it's not for you to talk with your big-eared bunnies. And there is nothing to scare me. I myself can show my character just as well. I have on my side the experience of centuries of schemers of all nationalities, as well as business sharks. And in general, let him say thank you that we are relatives now and I am friendly towards him. And then it would not seem a little. And then, if you talk to me in a cultured way, I will not even utter a cry, and all in curtsies will crumble. But you don't need to yell at me, then my brakes will fly off.
“Don't raise your voice at me. I am not your subject, there is nothing for me to show the terrible ruler in anger, - I purred and also got up smoothly, leaned my hands on the table and leaned forward a little, so that Cyrus's nose buried in my neckline.
He shut up and looked deeply there with interest. Angrily blew the air through his clenched teeth and slowly sat down. I sank into a chair too. And suddenly Cyrus threw his head back and began to laugh out loud, sincerely, from the heart. I raised my eyebrows and watched him in bewilderment. And what's so funny, may I ask? We've been here for four hours, like crazy, arguing over each contract, not making each other the slightest concession. And in general, I am already hungry, and it would not hurt to drink coffee. I'm not a lawyer, so why the hell am I sitting here and having a scandal with the lord of the dark elves, I'd like to know?
- Oh. Now I understand Shermanthel. - Cyrus laughed and wiped away a tear. - Well, let it be equally. And I really hope that there will be someone more compliant than you at the embassy. Well this is some kind of nightmare, it is absolutely impossible to cooperate with you for the benefit of yourself. You can't even imagine how my hands itch to strangle you.
- That's great, it would be like that long ago. I want to eat, by the way, and you are arguing here. I smiled at him affectionately.
- You know, you will become a great queen. - He stretched with pleasure, and I even envied, I also really wanted to get up and stretch, my muscles were so numb.
- Yes, it wouldn’t hurt to eat, it turns out, it’s already evening, but I didn’t even notice, I’ve been working so hard… I ought to find out if Cher and Ilmar have returned.
He rang the bell and asked the servant the appropriate questions. It turned out that there were no guys yet, and then Cyrus ordered to bring us dinner to the office.
We ate calmly, taking a break from our stormy debate, rested, in general, peacefully talked about nothing, as they say, about nature, about the weather. And they started the last two contracts that remain for today. And again I found a scythe on a stone, we could not come to a consensus in any way. Cyrus insisted that this should be beneficial primarily for the drow, because they are, they say, a more developed and tough nation and they have more opportunities. And I did not agree with this nationalistic nonsense and defended the interests of the Airlings. Well, what to do? He called himself a load, so do not show off, milk. So I loaded Cyrus in full.
- Aleta! You are completely impossible! - Cyrus howled, jumped up and circled around the room. - I'll strangle you now, and I don't care if it will cause a world scandal. You have brought me to such an extent that it just shakes me. - He stepped swiftly towards me, rested both hands on the armrests of my chair and hung like a heavenly punishment.
Then a door slammed and someone entered.
- Father? Aleta? What's going on with you? You shout so much that you can hear the whole corridor, the servants are already shying away from the door.
I looked out from under the arm of Cyrus and with a smile looked at Shera and Ilmar, who were standing in the doorway.
- And here we conclude contracts. I chuckled. - And Cyrus wants to strangle me. He probably doesn’t like me, ”I added capriciously and looked up into the eyes of the ruler hanging over me.
Ouch! He seems to be attacking me now. And, it seems, was not going to choke. Cyrus looked deeply at me, at my lips, which I defiantly pouted capriciously, squinting like a fool, and his gaze was ... Such ... Well ... Not murderous, in short. He slowly straightened up, looked over his shoulder, lingered at one of the guys with a glance, then walked around the table and sat down in a chair. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and leaned heavily back in his chair.
- Shermantael, take your girlfriend and take away. Otherwise, I am not responsible for myself. We'll finish everything later. - He glanced at Cher and grimly buried himself in the papers. He didn't even look at me.
Well, those are hello. And what does it mean? I shrugged my shoulders and went to the guys. We reached my rooms, and I happily settled down on the sofa in the living room. It somehow happened that it was the most comfortable living room and we all rested in it. The guys practically did not visit their rooms, if only to change clothes or take a bath.
- Aleta, what happened to you? The father is not himself at all. How did you make him so? - Cher looked at me with interest, but without the slightest shadow of a smile.
- I don’t know. We signed contracts, spent more than five hours in his office, arguing over every piece of paper. Well, they had a little scandal. They shouted at each other, proving their point of view. I shrugged.
- What? Shouted and scandalized? With my dad? - Cher's eyes were just square. I have never seen such wide-open big eyes even in cartoons.
- Well yes. So he didn’t agree and shouted at me. Well, I shouted a little in response.
- And he didn't kill you?
- Well, as you can see, no. True, he said that his hands were itching to strangle me. I giggled again.
- And I understand him. You are completely unbearable. For your information, he expelled his last mistress, who dared to call him Cyrus, from the palace that very night. And I never even heard of someone yelling at him. I suspect there have never been such suicides at all. Cher shook his head. - And he himself has never raised his voice in more than seven hundred years. It was enough for him to just look and calmly say, and everything was as he wanted. Now I understand why the servants and courtiers looked so frightened and why they tiptoed around his office.
Ilmar, sitting in the chair opposite, snorted with laughter, but, catching Cher's gloomy gaze, he pretended to just cough. Hmm ... It's even strange, I wouldn't say that Cyrus is such a calm type. On the contrary, he seemed to me very emotional, reckless and open. Wonders!
- Guys, are you hungry? Maybe ask for dinner? - I changed the conversation.
The boys looked at each other and nodded in unison. Dinner arrived pretty quickly. I didn't want to eat anymore, so I just sat and rested, and the guys, like wolves, pounced on the food. They didn't seem to eat all day. When they had finished, they moved to the sofas with glasses in hand.
- Aleta, why did you suddenly put on these Airlings again? Cher asked after a while. - We have not accepted such frank things, you have already seen.
“And your father said that he needed me as a plenipotentiary representative of the Airlings to conclude contracts. So I dressed like a princess. See, I even put on a wreath. I jabbed my finger in my hair. - Both a medallion and a ring with a seal. And besides, I don't have your court dresses. Only two, and even then very simple, everyday.
“I'll send you tailors tomorrow. Cher looked at me reproachfully. “It’s just no good that my wife has no dresses at all. - He hesitated. - Yes?
And that was his look at that moment ... I glanced at Ilmar, and then, as if by chance, pointed to the door with my eyes. I should still talk to Cher. Ilmar smiled knowingly, stretched and stood with an independent air.
- Aletochka, Cher, I am insanely tired today, I will never get used to such a long horseback ride. I'll go to my room and see you in the morning.
- Sherchik?
I moved closer. He glanced at me again and put the glass on the table.
- Sherchik, well, don't be a beech. Let's put up, huh? I moved even closer and leaned lightly against his shoulder.
“I didn't quarrel with you,” he finally said.
- I know. - I braced myself. - Excuse me, you were stupid. This is out of boredom ... I am just raging in this palace of yours. You are never there, I am all alone all day. I nudged him lightly with my shoulder.
- I'm on the road. It's hard there, riding all day, I can't carry you with me.
- Yes, I understand. I just wander around the palace all day like a restless person, there is nothing to do at all, and all the time alone, there is not even anyone to talk to. The courtiers shy away from me, this Ilmaniel grymza pours contempt upon me. And you can't even tell her any nasty things in return, she is silent.
“Her father will instruct her at her execution,” Cher said after a pause.
- How is it? Why should he, she's his mistress. - I was taken aback.
- Because this is a good opportunity to remove her. Ilmaniel is too dangerous and tries to play her own games, but there is no legitimate reason to get rid of her, she is from too noble family. So her father kept her with him, so that she was under supervision, although it was not possible to catch her by the hand in the act. And before that, she intended to become my wife, and that was horror.
- Wow…
I thought about it. However, what a dirty game it turns out. How to sleep with her is so normal, but there was an opportunity to execute - and all the bed games are forgotten. Brr. Something daddy Shera does not seem so charming to me at all. Handsome, of course, no words, well, Cher is not worse. And, I hope, not so cynical and ... Cruel? Pragmatic?
- Yeah. Well, okay, I'm not talking about her. I'm talking about myself. I admit I was wrong. Do not be angry.
- What are you talking about? - He sighed, hugged me with one arm. And again the lilac sidelong glance.
Ugh, you devil-eared. After all, he understands what he is talking about, but no… Okay, you’ll have to inject.
- About cards. And about your dad. I sighed sadly. “I confess it was a terrible stupidity on my part. Do not be offended by me.
He lifted me up and sat me on his lap. Hooray! Hooray! Thawed out.
- I'm not angry. I know my father too well. If he includes all his charm, then he has no equal and no one has a chance to resist. There is also, among other things, a racial feature, well, the impact on the opposite sex. - He kissed my temple. “That's why I was surprised that you argued and yelled at each other. In your place, any other would have already been lying in his bed and, gleaming with delight, signed everything that he demanded.
Oh how ?! That's how daddy ... Although yes, the charm and sex appeal of a man gushes and rolls over. Cher is probably right, and the local ladies will just faint with ecstasy if he pays attention to them. I couldn't resist either. But this means that it was not with my brains that such a crossover happened, but that daddy did something wise? Oh, how bad it is.
“He won't try to drag me to bed. I’m married, ”I said, thinking.
"Are you so sure about that?" I saw the way he looked at you. And how are you at it. And then, you yourself told him that we have a fictitious marriage, which means that nothing will stop him if he decides to get you or force us to divorce. He needs this divorce so that I marry Anoriel.
- Hmmm. But you are still better! - I sucked up.
- Better? - And a sly look already with a grin.
- Sure. Everything is always better. Are you my little eared? My. So you are better. I stroked the sharp ear with my finger, and Cher sucked in a gasp.
- Cher, and Ilmar and I talked yesterday. He agrees to a divorce. We will go to the dragons to find the Lord of the Winds and ask them to separate us. - I threw in a test balloon.
- Here's how. And he agreed so easily?
- Why shouldn't he have agreed? Cher, Ilmar is not in love with me. Of course, he agreed, we clarified everything in our relationship.
- And what do you plan next? Will you marry this priest of yours?
- Listen, have you overheated, for an hour, on your trips? Why should I marry Merton? - I got up from Shera's knees and sat down in a chair.
- Well, he loves you. - And a crooked smile.
- Cher! - I started to get angry again. - Well, you must understand that he just thinks so. Well, judge for yourself, I am not distinguished by any special abilities, my head is full of cockroaches, and I am clearly not the sweetest and softest girl, I do not even have a special appearance. I am the most ordinary simple girl. Do you think he would really fall in love with me if we met under different circumstances? I just turned out to be the only girl in his circle. Understand this. He will now settle in, look around and forget this love of his, meet some cute elf or human girl, really fall in love and marry. Which is what I wish him with all my heart.
Something flashed over my head. Ouch! I looked up. No, it seemed.
- And when do we leave? Cher asked after a pause.
- Well, you want to divorce both of us? He smiled bitterly. - So, everyone will have to go.
- Cher, what do you want? Do you have no desire to talk to me normally? What do you think of this elf, daughter of Edelhir, who is coming to your betrothal?
- Aleta, I already tried to explain to you. He rubbed his forehead. - Now you see that no one asks my opinion? Father does not even care about the fact that I saw this Anoriel only once in my life, two hundred years ago. And nobody asks her. Everything was decided for us. And here you are ... Father insists on our divorce, he needs to become related with the Light Forest. Today, this is more important than the relationship with the airlings.
- And you? You never answered me, what do you want? - I looked at him carefully and tried to understand what he was thinking.
- Don't you understand?
- No, Cher, I don't understand. Tell me. You already either be, or not be. Do something, as it is sung in one song.
“I don’t want to get a divorce,” Cher finally said after a pause.
And it's all? Does he want to get divorced? Somehow everything is wrong. This is not how the whole conversation goes. For some reason, I naively hoped that he would now reveal his attitude towards me, maybe he would suddenly say that he loved me. Will try to conquer, fool, seduce, in the end. And he just doesn't want to marry this light elf. But no guogu about wanting to be with me. Well, what a question: "Don't you understand?" I don't understand, yes, I don't understand a thing. If Ilmar hadn’t given me at least some of the information yesterday, I wouldn’t even have guessed that apart from possessive feelings, Cher had some other interest in me. And then they just tell me that he does not want to marry another. Like, I don't want to divorce you, but you yourself decide whether to stay or not.
Damn elves with their twisted brains! Where is the romance? Where is the fleur? Well, how about courting a girl, dating there under the moonlight, kissing on a bench by the doorway? Candy-bouquet period? To shoot with eyes, flirt and all that? Wow, big-eared inhuman!
Somehow I felt offended at myself for my naive sentimentality and faith in a fairy tale. It's time to grow up and understand that there are no fairy tales. And I'm good too. This Cyrus ... And I somehow relaxed, forgotten and suddenly believed in my own irresistibility. But get the truth in your eyes, Aletochka. You are not all wonderful, but just a wise old elf, to whom God knows how many centuries, or even millennia, wants to divorce you from his own son in order to marry him profitably. Cher still didn't say anything. I dropped my eyes and thought.
Perhaps, I will propose to him to leave this marriage fictitious for one year. Let him deal with his life, his dynastic brides, with his despotic father, and I'm tired. Enough. I will enter this School of Magic, and that's it, adies, amigos, I'll see you in a year. Enough with me and these inhuman men, and the behavior of their idiot. And it’s very good that I built an impregnable wall around me and did not allow Cher to crawl into my soul with racial charm. Now I’ll make the alienation zone around him so that his father certainly doesn’t break through. Study, study and study again, everything as grandfather Lenin bequeathed. And you probably have to leave the palace. I have enough money to buy or rent a house in the city, closer to the school.
- Cher, come on like this. - I thought for a minute, trying to formulate what I was going to say. - In the next few days we are going to go to the dragons to look for the Lord of the Winds. Ilmar and I are getting divorced now. And with you ...
And suddenly there was a loud, demanding knock at the door.
What is it! Not a palace, but God knows what! Everyone walks back and forth, as if to their own home, in the morning they burst into the room without knocking, at night they hammer on the door. I gritted my teeth with anger and yelled to come in. They did not enter, but the knock was repeated. Well, who is this shy one we have there? With a sad sigh I went to open it to my midnight visitor. With a jerk she flung open the door, already opened her mouth and prepared to express her phi and met her gaze with Cyrus. I did not get that?!
- Aleta, good evening again. May I come to you? You promised to play some checkers or backgammon with me. Please do it. - He entered the room without noticing Shera. And he looks kind of rumpled. Drunk, I don’t understand? - You have completely taken me out of my equilibrium today, I can not calm down in any way. Even the tincture did not help.
In confusion, I turned to Cher, crying for help. Cyrus also turned, following my gaze, and nose to nose collided with Cher. Oh mommy! A familiar phrase came up in my head in panic: "I'm not guilty, he came himself!" Something I have an acute desire to crawl under the sofa, so these two look at each other. And they are silent. Both.
Fuh. I was even thrown into a fever. There was no sadness ... It seems that Cyrus really decided to use his charm so that I would switch from Shera to him. Well, of course, a potential bride is on the way, and here I, out of the blue, confuse all the cards. I grabbed some paper from the table and started fanning myself. Oh. Maybe faint? Interestingly, will it help? Will they notice at all, or will they burn holes in each other with their eyes? It is necessary to interfere, but how? Heck. I'll have to play these checkers-backgammon, cards were not enough for me. Independently, I walked past them into the bedroom and brought back a backgammon board. She plopped down on the table and waved to Kira invitingly.
- Sit down, Cyrus. Let's play backgammon. There is no need to think too much here, in general I am also tired, today was a very long day.
Cyrus came up and sat down at the table, he no longer looked at his son. But Cher was about to leave. Where to? Well, stand there! I lightly kicked the elf, who had already started to move to the door on its half, and imperceptibly showed my fist. Why else, leave me here alone for the night looking with my father ?! Crazy, or what?
- Cher, please order us some wine, fruit and something tasty. BUT? Only without the cream, I beg you. Well, you know what I love.
Cyrus looked up at my words about the cream. Well, what are we looking at? Yes, yes, a hint to you, the girl does not like cream, next time at meetings do not feed such a poison. And yes, Cher knows what I love. You don't.
And we started playing backgammon. For the first three games, everything went somehow tensely. Cyrus hesitated, Cher was silent with a beech, I toiled from the awkwardness of the situation and from my unhappy reflections. But gradually everyone moved away, and the elves have good wine. The men drank some kind of sweet, and for me they brought a bottle of tart dry, and I relished it a little. By the fourth game, Kir and I had already gone into a rage, he threw dice recklessly and reacted violently to the number of points dropped, I also got a taste.
And then there was a knock at the window. Huh? Where to? Out the window? We are on the fourth floor. What kind of climbers have come? We looked at each other, Cher got up and, going to the window, carefully opened one leaf. And something fluttered into the room.
It was a little dragon, but very small, about the size of a large chicken. With large round eyes, a thick belly, short hind legs and neat forelegs like arms, and cute wings like a bat. A ridge ran along the long flexible neck, at the end of the long tail there were thorns, and on the head there were two small horns. And he was all so colorful. That's like a parrot. The scales on the back and sides are bright purple, on the belly - light purple, the wings are orange, the crest and horns are black. And the eyes are the same as mine, bright green, with a red rim around the pupil. In short, an absolutely rastaman dragon.
He flew into the room, with a confident look made a circle around it, plopped down on the back of the chair and looked around us.
- Well, what are you staring at? The creature gave out in a hoarse voice.
- Ouch! How lovely! - I died, took a step towards him and raised my hand to touch.
- Well, don't touch it! The creature shouted. - Is that you, eh, the Hearing Keeper? Enlil sent me.
- I, - I agreed obediently. - What for?
- What do you mean - why? You yourself said that you lack only a swearing parrot for complete happiness. So, I'm for him.
- Are you a parrot? - I began to make out laughter. Well, Enlil, well, he made me happy.
- Are you blind, or what? Take off your eyes. Wo gives, and also the Keeper. Where do you see the feathers? - Something spread its wings to the sides and twirled in place, demonstrating the absence of feathers.
- Yeah, that is, you are only a swearing man? - I snorted with laughter.
- No. - The multi-colored something wilted. - Not mature enough yet. Only on an unrestrained tongue, so they kicked me out of the pack. And Enlil said that you just need someone like me. So here I am.
“Are all dragons like you?” I thought they were big.
- You banged your head, or what? - the multi-colored something was indignant. “I'm a rainbow dragon, a rare endangered species, by the way. Do you like it? He put his hips on his hips and pushed forward a thick belly, on which lay a large pendant hanging from a chain from his neck.
- Wow! You like it. Just watch your tongue, otherwise I wish you had a bite. Well, what is your name, wonderful creature?
- Orek, - the creature introduced itself and modestly shuffled its hind paw.
- Well, what kind of Orek are you? - I smiled. - You are so nice and pot-bellied, just like Nut.
- Yes? - The miracle brightened. But then she frowned. - No, well, you are, Keeper, what are you doing? I'm an adult already, well, almost. What kind of nut am I to you?
- Good good. Orek so Orek, I don’t argue. I chuckled.
- You, Guardian, hear what, Dana gave you something here, take it off your neck. - And the dragon poked his front paw into the pendant with his finger. “They invite you to the wedding with Enlil. So pack your junk and roll off, the guests are already almost all gathered.
- What are you? - I cried out joyfully. - Dana is marrying Enlil ?! Oh, how glad I am.
Lord, what happiness! At least someone will marry for love, my great-grandfather is now getting married, and Dana finally waited. Oh, how happy I am for them. And Enlil is found! Divorce! Divorce! If this wedding had not hung over Cher, I would have divorced him right now. And freedom for the parrots, that is, for me. Or maybe, well, him?
- Who is Dana? Who is Enlil? - Two questions immediately followed from Cyrus and Shera, who had previously watched our acquaintance with Orek on the sidelines.
- Dana is my friend, the goddess of the rivers. And Enlil, he, uh-uh, her fiancé, the Lord of the Winds, - I obediently answered, deciding to keep silent about my relationship with God.
- Your friend is the goddess of rivers ?! - Cyrus.
- I will not let you go alone! - Cher.
- In-in, Enlil said that the eared and winged one will not let you go, because the invitation is for husbands too. So collect what you need to take there, take your men and the animal, and let's go faster. The ceremony will take place at dawn. Just take off the transfer amulet, it is heavy, it barely carried it to you. As you are ready, hold a stone in your fist. - Orek jabbed his finger at the pendant again.
I obediently took it off the dragon and put it on my neck.
- Cher, get ready, quickly. We are leaving now, - I gave instructions and ran towards Ilmar's rooms.
She flew into Ilmar's bedroom and began to bother the sleeping aerling on the shoulder.
- Ilmar, get up, quickly. Climb! Get ready, we are flying to the Lord. Like lightning, and to me - and ran back to her.
Cyrus sat alone in my living room and watched with bewilderment all this excitement.
- Aleta! - he called me, as I rushed past him towards the bedroom. - Do you want to explain anything to me?
- BUT? What? Cyrus, there is no time. We'll be late for the wedding, if I play for time, then all later.
- Alf! Come to me, troglodyte! - I barked into space, because where my furry living creatures were hanging around, I don't know, he always disappeared and appeared on his own, checked that everything was in order, and again evaporated. He immediately appeared out of thin air. - Alf, into the living room, run, wait for us. Do not offend Drakosha.
I quickly left some things in my bag in case I had to change into something warmer there, I myself also changed into my only normal dress - an earthly white sundress, pulled on a denim jacket on top and returned to the living room. I think I will not freeze, it is unlikely that the gods celebrate a wedding where it is cold. Cher was already there, since he was dressed and he only needed to take a weapon and a cloak.
“Hey, Keeper,” said Orek.
- Just call me by name. I'm Aleta, ”I interrupted him.
- Yeah, Aleta. You are ... You are going to the gods, at least give yourself a decent look.
I looked down at my white sundress. I would have had something else to change into something smart. But there is nothing, and there is no wedding present either.
- O demons of the rainbow and gloomy clouds, you fool, open your wings, - Orek blurted out, seeing that I did not understand his remarks about a decent look.
Oh, wings? Well, wings - I can do that. I closed my eyes, concentrated and really wanted to return my airy wings, shining and iridescent. A minute later, a familiar sensation appeared behind my back, and I opened my eyes with a smile to stumble upon the amazed and enthusiastic expression on Cyrus's face.
- Huh? He stood up and stepped toward me with outstretched hand.
- All later, Cyrus. All explanations later.
On the threshold appeared sleepy, but fully assembled Ilmar. Obviously not understanding anything, he walked over and stood next to me, Cher and Alf.
- Aleta? I did not understand anything, what is the rush?
- Ilmar, this is Orek. He brought a wedding invitation. - I took the dragon in my arms, and he fell apart comfortably. - We go to the Lord of the Winds, at his wedding, and then get divorced.
- Already? So fast? - And the sad look of blue eyes.
- Get divorced? - And purple panic over the edge.
- How is it? Divorce? - Purple eyes with an expression of something ... What?