We’re continuing on from last week’s snippet from my wip, To Target the Heart.
For those of you catching up… Darshan is a prince and ambassador from the ginormous Udynea Empire sent to negotiate trade relations with Tirglas. Whereas Hamish is the third eldest child of the Tirglasian queen.
The prior sentences were from Darshan: “That was a poor comparison. You need not answer.” And the following begins still with him…
He rubbed at his temples with a single hand. “How about you come to my quarters tonight?”
He tilted his head, peering up at the man through the outer edge of his glasses’ lens to find Hamish staring back at him. Those blue eyes should not have been so wide, especially after his actions last night, nor should they carry that hint of trepidation. “I would suggest your room, but I get the distinct impression that you would prefer it maintained its off-limits aura.” He could work with that; it’d make things tricky, but interesting.
“And, whilst I might not have had someone I could actually claim was my lover before, I—”
“Neither have I,” Hamish blurted as if such a fact could be open to contestation.
Having staved off the idea of marrying a woman for years, Prince Hamish finds himself forced to face its realities when he becomes the prize in a contest of arms. But one contestant promises a way out. Can they win against all the odds?