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For what the commonwealth knew of the riverprince, he would be carousing. He would be cloaking himself in Akashingo’s dancing girls and sparring with the infantry, trading an amusing anecdote with the noblemen; indulging in the thickest drink and finest fares and otherwise long gone to heaps of fermented berry-wine.

He was not; he was reclined to admire the splendor a small distance away in a bearing of quiet amusement, roaring goodnature notably absent. Smoldering in the dark.

That is where the little fellahin would find the Prince Rashepses in all but a haze and with golden eyes that slid up her legs into violet eyes.