Ty paused for a moment on the top stair. She wondered why, since she had already been introduced. A dramatic intake of breath made her understand. The prolonged gasp hadn’t come from one person, but from the entire room. Ty had obviously anticipated the reaction, which almost made her smile.
As they once again started forward, she kept her shoulders back and lifted her chin in the manner she remembered being trained to do by her mother. She was grateful for Ty’s arm, not wanting to trip and fall on her face at this significant moment. Curious, she allowed her gaze to drift around as they descended.
The first thing she noticed was the chandeliers. She’d come to remember that everything within the palace was large, ornate, and over-the-top on the luxury scale. These were no exception. There were four of them, all larger than school buses and dripping with crystals. The light in them was generated from a harmless chemical reaction, she remembered, and not electricity. A soft, romantic glow covered the vast ballroom. It touched on her gown, sparkling off the many jeweled strands. The Wrym had known exactly how to make sure all eyes were riveted on her.
And they were. She actually felt everyone staring at her.
Most of them have been waiting a long time to see you, Ty thought as his sharp gaze scanned the crowd.
She knew that, but being the center of attention still felt foreign to her. A weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she considered that many of these people were in awe of what she represented to them, not just her appearance.
She couldn’t fail them.
You won’t.
Squeezing Ty’s arm as they reached the last stair, she expressed her appreciation over his faith in her. Then she released him, knowing that was what she was supposed to do. He once again took her elbow. They started forward, stepping out onto a dark purple carpet that Ty conveyed had been set down especially for her. She couldn’t help but feel like royalty as they crossed the room to the far side, where a long table was set up on a riser. As they got closer, she saw her parents on either side of the tall, central chair, which she assumed was for her. Vycor sat in the chair to her father’s left. A woman Kyr didn’t recognize sat on her mother’s right.
That is JuwalDane, the most powerful female Mynder, Ty explained. You haven’t met her yet.
Kyr didn’t need to be told why. She remembered that the female Mynders made all of the matches between couples on Alametria. When she left, Kyr hadn’t been old enough to be matched.
She was now.
Pushing aside the unease produced by that thought, she glanced along the rest of the table. She spotted Sem and Avana, as well as her Kyndred. The sight of them made her smile. She hoped that she’d get the chance to talk to all of them.
Her gaze fell on the two remaining people at the table, one male and one female. They both wore dark sunglasses and white robes that made Kyr think of the clergy on Earth. Their coloring, both hair and skin, was so pale as to almost appear translucent. These, then, were the V’larian ambassadors mentioned by her mother.
Telad is the male and Ravina is the female, Ty conveyed as they stopped in front of the table. You haven’t met either of them…in fact, you haven’t met anyone from another planet. Just so you know, the Guardians instructed them not to speak directly to you. I think your parents want to maintain an aura of power and mystique around you.
She didn’t reply as everyone sitting at the table stood up and bowed. When she started to return the bow, Ty held her upright.
You bow to no one, Ma’jah.
“Welcome, Ma’jah Kyr,” her father said in a voice that carried. “We are all pleased you have returned safely from your lessons. You have been missed.”
“Thank you, Guardian Brunyr,” she responded.
For some reason, that prompted a series of murmurs. Ty silently conveyed that they were marveling over hearing her speak for the first time. That almost made her snort in disbelief.
“Won’t you please join us, Ma’jah?” her mother asked, waving at the empty chair.
“Of course, Guardian Shaya.”
As Ty led her to the stairs leading up to the table, it occurred to her that there was no seat for him. That was followed quickly by a memory. He never ate with her.
The thought disheartened her. Never before had their two stations been so clearly set apart.
I can’t protect you if I’m eating, he thought. I will always be nearby, Kyr.
She didn’t respond as she walked past Avana, Ullah, Ravina, Juwal, and her mother to her chair. Ty’s fingers trailed lightly along her upper arm and shoulder as he assisted her into her seat. Her skin seemed to spark wherever he touched. She wondered if it had been deliberate.
Of course it was.
Her lips twitched over his drawled thought. Her humor vanished as everyone beside her took their seats and a clear barrier whooshed from the ceiling to the floor. She froze, wondering what was happening.
It’s a protective barrier, Ty explained. Weapons can’t get through.
Her posture eased, only to tense again when she really registered what he’d said. Weapons? Were there people there who wanted to harm her?
That’s unlikely.
Terrific. Giving him a quick, dubious glance, she settled into her seat and tried to enjoy the meal.
“We have requested all of your favorites, Ma’jah,” her mother said.
“Thank you, Guardian,” she replied, feeling ridiculously formal. Leaning a little closer and lowering her voice in case it wasn’t appropriate, she whispered, “Your dress reminds me of a sunrise. You look lovely.”
Her mother looked momentarily nonplussed, but she recovered quickly. Her smile warmed her eyes. “Thank you.”
Several servers stepped forward, all of them carrying plates. Kyr realized for the first time that her place was set with the exception of her plate, and guessed everything had been prepared in another location and was being brought in. Pink liquid was poured from a silver pitcher, filling everyone’s glasses. She couldn’t remember what the beverage was called, but she knew she liked it.
It’s yarow nectar. Ty stepped forward and leaned over her, lifting her glass and sipping from it. She realized everyone was watching him until he once again placed the glass down. Go easy on it.
She didn’t question him. He remained directly behind her, so close she could feel his body heat as her plate was set in front of her. She understood his proximity when he began sampling each of the foods she had been served. The knowledge that he might be eating poisoned food made her want to grab him and pull him away. Knowing she couldn’t, she schooled her features into a look of disinterest until he was done.
“Enjoy your meal, Ma’jah,” he murmured as he stepped back. Once again, his fingers brushed against her arm as he left her.
Her resulting smile lingered throughout the meal. Once they started eating, everyone else in the ballroom was served. The noise level rose again, making it a more comfortable dining environment. Kyr was surprised by how hungry she was. She ate almost everything on her plate.
She wished that the table arrangement made it easier for her to talk to people other than her parents. After a while, though, she realized that wouldn’t have mattered much. No one spoke as they ate. Maybe it was considered impolite to do so, she thought. Then again, everyone else in the ballroom was talking during the meal. Only her table was silent.
Eventually, she realized that the reason for the lack of conversation at her table was that no one was seated beside someone they particularly wished to converse with. For some reason, the absurdity of that made her laugh.
Lay off the yarow nectar, Ty warned as heads swiveled in her direction and conversations ceased.
Sobering, she glanced at her mother, who was giving her a disapproving look. “Maybe I should switch to water,” she said. “There isn’t anything like this on Earth. I’m not used to it anymore.”
“You may be right,” her mother agreed. She lifted a hand and a server appeared almost instantly. “Water
for Ma’jah Kyr.”
Bowing, the server hurried away. No sooner had the server returned with her water than all of the plates were cleared. Strains of music began.
“May I have this dance, Guardian Shaya?” her father asked, getting to his feet and holding a hand out to her mother.
“It would be my pleasure, Guardian Brunyr.”
Kyr raised an eyebrow over their formality. Did they call each other by title in bed? she wondered.
A snort of amusement came from behind her. She knew Ty had intercepted the thought, and barely contained her own laugh. Juwal glanced back, evidently wondering what had amused the Dem-Shyr. Kyr pretended she hadn’t even heard it, but surreptitiously studied the female Mynder.
Her long, curly hair was dark red, nearly as dark as Shaya’s. Her eyes were an interesting soft blue-green color, a shade Kyr hadn’t seen among other Alametrian females. She had a lovely profile and an amazing figure, displayed to perfection in a cream-colored gown. A smile touched her lips when she looked at Ty, generating an unwelcome feeling of jealousy within Kyr.
Abruptly turning her thoughts from Juwal, she watched her parents as they reached the protective barrier. It lifted, then fell back into place as they passed by. They walked out into the open center of the room, which would apparently serve as a dance floor. As a new song began, they started moving in a traditional Alametrian dance.
Movement to her left made her look up. Sem approached, walking past Vycor just as he started to address her. She couldn’t stop from returning Sem’s mischievous smile.
“Care to dance, Ma’jah?” he asked.
“I would love to, Sem,” she said. “But I really want to say hello to everyone first.”
He knew who she meant. “Of course. Allow me to escort you.”
She gratefully took his arm, ignoring Ty’s disapproving thought. Sem was her friend, nothing more. He waited patiently for her to spend a few minutes catching up with Ullah and Avana, both of whom expressed happiness over seeing her again. Her parents returned, and Kyr knew from the look on her mother’s face that she couldn’t linger. Regretfully, she told Ullah and Avana she would catch up with them later, and then headed to the dance floor with Sem before her mother could intervene.
“Do you know how hated I am by all of the other males in the room right now?” he asked as he placed one hand on her hip and held her other hand out to the side.
“Hated?” she repeated, stepping easily into the dance with him. “I might question your choice of doublet, but I see no reason to hate you for it.”
He laughed. “That’s harsh. This is my best doublet.”
She grinned cheekily. “I can’t think of why else anyone would hate you, SemDane.”
“Always fishing for compliments, Ma’jah,” he said, shaking his head. His expression eased into a more serious one. “How are you settling in?’
Shrugging, she replied, “I haven’t gotten to do much yet. Bathe and get ready, that’s about it. I’m starting to remember more, though.”
His face brightened again. “That’s good news.”
“Yeah.”
Her gaze moved back to the head table as they circled near it. She realized Ty was moving around the edge of the dance floor, staying as close to her as he could. Guilt struck her. She wasn’t making his job any easier, being out there with Sem.
“All of the Mynders have been discussing what happened to you,” Sem said in a low voice, making her look back at him. “We still don’t know how the Shelvaks found you. The Inquisitors are attempting to interrogate the prisoners, but—”
“Prisoners?” she interrupted. “What prisoners?”
He seemed surprised by her outburst. “We managed to capture several of the Shelvaks who attacked us.”
A chill ran down her spine. Had those Shelvaks been on the same vessel as her when they traveled from Earth? Why hadn’t Ty mentioned them?
“They haven’t said anything, but that’s hardly a surprise,” Sem said with a shrug. “As far as we know, Shelvaks can’t talk. They use telepathy, and even Ty can’t intercept their thoughts.”
A memory tickled the back of her mind. She was on the planet she’d visited before she traveled to Earth. Ty had rescued her from some Shelvaks then, and she distinctly remembered one of them making a sound of pain. Didn’t that mean they had vocal chords?
“May I have the next dance?”
Sem pulled her to a stop next to her dad—rather, her Kyndred, Wyk. “Of course, WykOwar,” Sem said, lifting Kyr’s hand and placing it in Wyk’s. “Ma’jah is an excellent dancer.”
Kyr smiled, temporarily forgetting about the captured Shelvaks as the man she still thought of as her dad moved her into the next dance. This one was more spirited, making her laugh as he bounced.
“It’s so good to hear you laugh,” he said, smiling down at her.
“It’s good to laugh. I’m so happy to see you.”
He squeezed her hand lightly as they danced. It conveyed a world of feeling that she knew he couldn’t speak. Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes. She forced them back, not wanting him to misunderstand.
“I’m sure it has been a trial so far,” he said, keeping his voice light as his dark eyes met hers. “The attack and everything that happened, plus not remembering things on account of the memory block…”
She blinked at that. “Did Avana mention that? Ty said we weren’t supposed to tell anyone about it.”
A quick frown crossed his features. She thought he might have been alarmed. He glanced around, then said, “You must remember to use titles, Ma’jah.”
Was that why he had looked so troubled? Sighing, she nodded. “Yes, Wyk.”
Her use of his first name hit them both like a lead weight. They stopped dancing. Fortunately, the song came to an end shortly thereafter. Her Kyndred’s face was a study in misery. She imagined hers mirrored it.
“Everything will be all right, Kyr-bear,” he whispered, ignoring his own warning about titles and holding her hand in both of his. “Ullah and I will always watch out for you, you know that, right?”
Unable to speak past the lump in her throat, she nodded. She stood alone and watched him walk away.
It felt like the last part of her Earth life left with him.
CHAPTER 27
Ty felt Kyr’s sorrow. While he wanted to offer her comfort, he knew it was important that she work through this emotion on her own. Change was often difficult. Unless she came to terms with her new life, she would never move forward.
Fortunately, she shook off the heavy sadness that cloaked her after a minute or two, managing a serene expression. It was much more preferable to the look of bereavement he’d just seen.
As though she knew he was looking at her, her gaze lifted to his. His breath caught in his chest.
He’d never seen anyone as beautiful as she was.
He was certain she had no idea the stir she was causing. Not once had he picked up a thought from her registering the many stares centered on her, both from males and females. They were curious and admiring, yes…but he also read lust and envy in the thoughts of those who’d had their repression removed. Since all Alametrians knew he could read their minds, none of those thinking those things dared to approach her.
Oh, how he wished he could dance with her. As she held his gaze, he let her know how much he wanted her to be in his arms. She sent him a quick thought of agreement.
It was interrupted when VycorDane approached her. Ty stiffened. He knew the Advisor had wanted to enter the ballroom with Kyr, and that he resented Ty for stepping in. Gren had also told him about Vycor’s request that Kyr address him by his first name. What did the other Mynder want now?
“May I have this dance, Ma’jah?”
Ty tuned into the conversation through their thoughts, blocking out most of the other noise in his mind. His gaze moved carefully around the room as he walked closer to Kyr.
“Of course, Advisor.”
Sensing her reluctance, Ty frowned
. Vycor made her uncomfortable. That made him focus on their thoughts and conversation more closely as Vycor led her into the next dance.
“Are you enjoying the welcome ceremony so far?” Vycor asked.
Those eyes…that mouth.
The words barely got through Vycor’s mental shields, but Ty intercepted them. His eyes narrowed. The Advisor shouldn’t have been having those kinds of thoughts. He was a single male who was under a state of repression.
Wasn’t he?
“I am, thanks,” Kyr responded. “I think I ate too much.” If his hand moves one inch lower, I’m going to punch him. I can just imagine my mother’s expression when I do.
For the second time that evening, Ty snorted in amusement. Kyr’s thoughts were nothing if not entertaining. Her gaze touched his for a moment, telling him she knew of his amusement.
“Well, these types of events tend to encourage overindulgence,” Vycor said in silky tones. “I’m happy to help you dance away some of the feast.”
“Thanks.” Seriously, just another half-inch. Pow!
Ty conducted another sweep with his eyes. Vycor and Kyr circled near him. He noticed that Vycor’s gaze moved to him as they passed, but Ty didn’t bother looking in the Advisor’s direction.
Arrogant bastard.
Vycor’s silent opinion about him was hardly revealing. Ty knew the Advisor resented the fact that Ty fell above him in the hierarchy around the palace and among the Mynders. Like Sem, Vycor was older than Ty and felt more deserving of the role of Dem-Shyr. Unlike Sem, however, Vycor’s feelings on the matter hadn’t begun to emerge until Kyr grew into a beautiful young woman. Ty only now made that connection, having heard the Advisor’s wayward thoughts about her. It was something he decided to explore further the first chance he got.
“Now that you’re back, Ma’jah,” Vycor said, “I wanted to offer my services as your Advisor. You are now at an age where you will benefit from additional counsel. I am sure you will be facing some difficult decisions in the months to come.”
“Oh.” Kyr seemed flustered. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
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