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quiet alley. There he climbed up the wall and onto a window ledge, before vaulting over the outcrop of stone and up onto the roof. He might be big and well-muscled, but he still could move as lithe and as supple as a big cat. The silvery tattoos on his chest gave him those powers.
    He touched one now, and watched it glisten like molten silver under his skin. They were a gift from the Elusive Monks, a clan of magic-keepers who had made their home on his planet when they were cast out of their own. On his fifth birthday they had visited his father, and promised a blessing for the child who would be next to rule, in the form of these tattoos. He hated them, he hated the future they foretold. He did not want to rule.
    And yet you are about to marry a princess.
    Over the roof, he looked down into the upper town. There were no guards here, no eyes to see a man, a ghost, slip down over the building and into a place he did not belong.
    From his viewpoint he looked out across the city and the gleaming tower of the palace caught his eye. What was he doing here? This was everything he despised, everything he had become a trader to avoid.
    Yet her face flashed in front of him, and he knew he would do this, because she had asked him to. No, had ordered him to. It was like a game, and he wanted to see if he could break down the walls of her defenses.
    I’m bored . That was the conclusion he came to when his feet touched the ground, and he set off at a quick pace, weaving along streets that were quiet, so different to the overcrowding of the lower market.
    He knew where he was supposed to meet her, but as he approached he could see she had already left the shop, The Silken Promise. He wondered what promises she would make to him when he removed the silk from her body. Concentrate , he warned himself.
    She was with a group of guards, who surrounded her as she headed in the opposite direction. Whether to protect her, or hold her prisoner, he couldn’t tell.
    Another chance to run . She had already thought he had let her down, why not let that falsehood manifest into truth?
    Sighing, he jogged after them. “Princess,” he called, and the guards stopped and turned to face him, hands on weapons.
    He knew he looked magnificent as he approached. He towered probably two feet above them, and the sun would make his tattoos appear to move in a constant flow over his skin. A silver ghost. The guards stood still, mesmerized by him.
    “I thought I had missed you,” he said approaching, walking through the men who were there to protect her. He took up her hand and kissed it, bowing slightly. He saw the appalled look on her face, as she wondered what exactly she was about to let into her life, and her bed.

Chapter Five – Tallia
    He was magic . It was woven through him, across his skin and into his very soul. She had been wrong to go to Misha’Ha. This man would bring her nothing but trouble. Only her training made it possible for her to withstand the need to surrender to him. As he approached, he radiated trust and control, and the guards simply stepped aside.
    “I thought you had run away.”
    “I never run. I have given you my word.”
    “You should put a shirt on,” she said sternly, as the nearness of him threatened to overpower the last reserves of her control. “They won’t work on the Emissars.” She pointed at his tattoos.
    “It’s a pity they won’t work on you. I could have you on your knees right here, take you like a common whore for all your subjects to see.” He smiled, and she saw humor in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure if he was completely joking. By taking him as her husband, she would be trading one set of men who wanted to exert their power over her, for this one man. She did not know if she was strong enough to keep him at bay forever.
    It won’t be forever; you only need one child. You only need a son.
    “Cover yourself up.” He took her hand and kissed it, shocking her into life. She snatched her hand away, and