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The Blind Prophecy
by Jamie Lowe
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Prince Meilyr of Aurendale doesn't get along with Nicholi, the oracle of his country's matron goddess, or Nicholi's barbarian lover, Ein. But after King Reagan is assassinated and Prince Meilyr's own life is threatened, there is no one else he can turn to. Nicholi and Ein put aside their dislike for the prince to deliver him to the safety of his loyal soldiers, but the situation turns even more dangerous when the prince finds himself attracted to the lovers. The trio has to learn to work together to get Prince Meilyr to the border before his kingdom falls apart. Can they make it in time, or will their feelings get in the way?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [245 KB]
Words: 56527 Reading time: 161-226 min.

Ein rolled his eyes slightly, sure that the king did not have anything groundbreaking or new to offer. It would look bad if he said something that startled his advisors in front of such a huge group of people, so if he tuned the speech out he would likely not miss anything but flowery words and half-truths.
Instead, he focused on their surroundings. For some reason, he felt uneasy and he couldn't explain exactly why.
There was an empty seat where General Slone should have been sitting, but he had gone with the soldiers to the border. He was going to lead the attack on Kinpesh as soon as the king sent word.
Ein's dark eyes darted to Chancellor Airell who, as usual, had a tablet in his hand writing down every word to leave the king's mouth. He also was fidgeting, something no self-respecting Chancellor would do. He seemed nervous about something and Ein wondered if something really was wrong. Perhaps Prince Brend would know and he could get Nicholi to ask later.
On the chancellor's left, at the king's right hand as usual, was Prince Meilyr. He seemed perfectly content to be in his place, giving the people a look that was a mix of magnanimity and arrogance. How anyone could pull off both, Ein wasn't sure. Unless one of them was a lie and, if so, he would bet it was the former. The spoiled crown prince looked like a peacock in his colorful clothes with the gold trimming. Whenever Ein saw people dressed like that, it always made him mad. In his home country of Sigmund, people were starving. He had been one of five children and no one in his family ever had enough to eat. Yet one of the prince's jeweled rings could feed them all for five years.
It was infuriating.
Instead of listening to the king's boring speech, Ein let his eyes wander, looking for something to catch his attention. He stood at the end of a line of royal guards, a separate branch of the military formed to protect the king and his heir.
The royal guards were all rigidly trained, but something was wrong with their line. A soldier was standing too far ahead and seemed to be inching closer to the line of chairs. How did no one else see him? None of the other guards were reacting to snatch him back into the line. Ein narrowed his eyes and watched closer. The stray guard's hand was moving slowly and Ein saw the handle of a dagger poking from his waistband.
"Someone grab him," he whispered to the guard standing next to him, but the guard just brushed him off. "Hey, did you hear me?"
People were starting to fuss in the crowd about the guard moving up behind the council chairs. One man up near the stage tried to get Prince Meilyr's attention, but he just stared over the peasant, not giving him any attention.
Ein saw his lover perk up and tip his nose into the air. "Your Majesty!" Nicholi called, "look out!"
The guard pulled his sword in an instant and broke through the line of chairs, moving up behind the king and ramming the dagger into the center of his back.
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