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Destined Love
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This is part of the introduction to the book
we let our children do the peace talks instead.”
“Our children
? Are you out of your mind? What do they
know about politics?”
“I have taught my daughter enough about politics to be able to have a
peace talk. I trust you have done the same with your son.”
“Of course I have taught my son about politics. Fine, we will meet
each other next week, next to the River Lianna around midday.”
“All right, we will be there.”
Messengers had been riding back and forth the whole day carrying
letters from one king to the other. But at last the two kings had
reached an agreement. I was to do the peace talks.
I had heard of King Luperd’s son. He was arrogant, selfish,
unmannered but extremely good-looking. I did not look forewords to
meeting him. Without even asking me, my father had proposed to let
me do the talking. He was right about the fact that I was able to do it
but I wasn’t sure if I could talk to this annoying young man. At that
moment my father came in the room.
“Cleo, we need to discuss the art of having a peace talk.” I sighed. We
had gone over this already during my lessons in ‘How To Be A Good
Queen.’ But I understood why we needed to cover it again so I
followed my father into his study and listened to his lecture. I had
always found my father’s study a solemn place. It had a big wooden
desk in the middle and rows of bookshelves along the sides. There
was a large window with boring gray curtains and outside I could see
the garden which was nudging me invitingly with every blow of wind I
could see going through the trees. The books all looked boring and
dull but my father cherished them and cared for them as if they were
his children. It was no surprise that my mind was somewhere else
when we were going over the peace talks. I was wondering about
Durwald, King Luperd’s son. Was he really as good looking as people
said he was? Apparently he had seduced many girls, and he was said
to be a born player. But I wasn’t worried, however hard he tried, he
would not
be able to seduce me. I hoped.
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