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in its queen.”
    â€œThank you.” Then she let out a laugh as Larkin swept her off her feet and in three dizzying circles.
    â€œLook at you. Majesty.”
    â€œYou mock my dignity.”
    â€œAlways. But never you, a stór. ”
    When Larkin set her back on her feet, she turned to Cian. “Thank you for coming. It meant a great deal to me.”
    He neither embraced nor touched her, but only inclined his head. “It was a moment not to be missed.”
    â€œA moment more important to me that you would come. All of you,” she continued and started to turn when her young cousin tugged on her skirts. “Aideen.” She lifted the child, accepted the damp kiss. “And don’t you look pretty today.”
    â€œPretty,” Aideen repeated, reaching up to touch Moira’s jeweled crown. Then she turned her head with a smile both shy and sly for Cian. “Pretty,” she said again.
    â€œAn astute female,” Cian observed. He saw the little girl’s gaze drop to the pendant he wore, and in an absent gesture lifted it so that she could touch.
    Even as Aideen reached out, her mother all but flew across the room. “Aideen, don’t!”
    Sinann pulled the girl from Moira, gripped her tight against her belly, burgeoning with her third child.
    In the shocked silence, Moira could do no more than breathe her cousin’s name.
    â€œI never had a taste for children,” Cian said coolly. “You’ll excuse me.”
    â€œCian.” With one damning look toward Sinann, Moira hurried after him. “Please, a moment.”
    â€œI’ve had enough moments for the morning. I want my bed.”
    â€œI would apologize.” She took his arm, holding firm until he stopped and turned. His eyes were hard; blue stone. “My cousin Sinann, she’s a simple woman. I’ll speak with her.”
    â€œDon’t trouble on my account.”
    â€œSir.” Pale as wax, Sinann walked toward them. “I beg your pardon, most sincerely. I have insulted you, and my queen, her honored guests. I ask your forgiveness for a mother’s foolishness.”
    She regretted the insult, Cian thought, but not the act. The child was on the far side of the room now, in her father’s arms. “Accepted.” He dismissed her with barely a glance. “Now if you’ll release my arm. Majesty.”
    â€œA favor,” Moira began.
    â€œYou’re racking them up.”
    â€œAnd I’m in your debt,” she said evenly. “I need to go out, onto the terrace. The people need to see their queen, and, I feel, those who are her circle. If you’d give me a few minutes more of your time I’d be grateful.”
    â€œIn the buggering sun.”
    She managed a smile, and relaxed as she recognized the frustration in his tone meant he’d do as she asked. “A few moments. Then you can go find some solitude with the satisfaction of knowing I’ll be envying you for it.”
    â€œThen make it quick. I’d enjoy some solitude and satisfaction.”
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    M oira arranged it deliberately, with Larkin on one side of her—a figure Geall loved and respected—and Cian on the other. The stranger some of them feared. Having them flank her would, she hoped, show her people she considered them equals, and that both had her trust.
    The crowd cheered and called her name, with the cheers rising to a roar when she lifted the sword. It was also a deliberate gesture for her to pass that sword to Blair to hold for her while she spoke. The people should see that the woman Larkin was betrothed to was worthy to hold it.
    â€œPeople of Geall!” She shouted it, but the cheering continued. It came in waves that didn’t ebb until she stepped closer to the stone rail and raised her hands.
    â€œPeople of Geall, I come to you as queen, as citizen, as protector. I stand before you as did my mother, as did her sire, and as did all those back