Thorn Queen (Dark Swan, #2)(8)

The man finished his spiel and gestured to a servant to bring his gift. The servant handed over a small golden chest, about the size of a shoebox, which his master opened with a flourish. A few oohs sounded from those gathered, and I craned my head to see what it held. A glitter of red met my eyes.

"This is my gift to your son or daughter: the finest rubies from my land, polished and cut to perfection."

I blinked and glanced around, wondering if I was the only one who found that gift ridiculous. What the hell was an infant going to do with a crate of rubies? Choke on them? Those things definitely needed a Not For Children Under 3 warning on them. No one else shared my view, and the group seemed to be in agreement on the gift's value. Kiyo, however, caught my eye, and I saw the faintest of smiles play over his face as he guessed what I was thinking.

The man left, and all eyes swiveled to me. We hadn't arrived first, but apparently my rank bought me cutting rights. Following Shaya's earlier instructions, I stepped forward and kissed Maiwenn's cheek. She kissed mine in return.

"Eugenie, I'm so happy to see you again."

She looked it, too. I don't know if it was faked or not, but she was one of those people who could always look happy and make you think she really cared about you. I suspected most of her kindness was sincere, but she had to have the same uneasiness around me as I did with her, given our respective relationships with Kiyo.

Glancing at his dark looks and her golden ones, I suddenly had a vivid image of them in bed together. I wondered if he'd been as wild with her as with me. I wondered if she'd liked it.

Pushing that picture out of my head, I attempted a return smile. "Thank you for inviting me. Sorry I'm late."

She waved a dismissive hand. "You didn't have to come at all. I'm just glad you're here."

I didn't have any elegant speeches, so I kept my words simple. "I'm...very happy for you. I hope things go great with you and the baby."

I glanced over at Shaya, who'd been holding my backpack. She handed it to me, and I noticed then that the number of watchers had increased, eyes curious as to what the half-human queen would give. The Kiyo Love Triangle was no secret; gentry gossip spread around the Otherworld faster than any human tabloid could have kept up with.

Producing a teddy bear, I handed it over to her. She took it, eyes surprised as her hands ran over its smooth, sable-brown fur. I'd paid a lot of money for it. It was some kind of designer brand I'd been told was much coveted among upper-class suburban moms.

"It's, um, a toy," I explained, immediately feeling idiotic. The gentry weren't technologically advanced, but even they could figure that one out.

"It's lovely," she said, touching the seams. "We can't match this kind of workmanship. Thank you."

"Oh, and well...I honestly didn't think there was anything else I could give that the baby wouldn't already have. So, instead, I made a donation in its name to a children's charity. Or rather, once we know its name, I'll finalize the donation."

Forgetting the teddy bear, she looked up at me, clearly perplexed. "I don't understand." Those gathered apparently didn't either, judging from the curious expressions.

"I, um, well, gave money to a group that helps sick kids. They'll use that money to take care of them, and it'll be..." I grasped for something gentry-friendly. "...it'll be done in your baby's honor."

A supreme look of delight flooded her gorgeous face, and I knew without a doubt she wasn't faking it. She understood, and she liked the gift.

"It's very generous," Kiyo explained to her. The smoldering message his eyes gave me indicated he had a few ideas of how to express his gratitude for the present.

She put her arms around the teddy bear, holding it to her ample chest while her eyes gazed off with thought. "Acts of such kindness...done in the baby's name..." She turned that radiance back to me. "Acts like that cannot help but generate good will from the gods. Thank you, Eugenie."

A murmur of considering whispers stirred behind us. She and I exchanged a few more remarks, and then I yielded the floor to the next well-wisher.

"Was that okay?" I asked Shaya as we walked away.

"Extremely." A wry note hung in her voice. "I doubted your gift, but now I think you understand this custom better than we do." She switched to a lower tone. "Ah, this is Katrice, the Rowan Queen, coming toward us."

I looked up with interest, having passed through the Rowan Land so many times during my Otherworldly journey. Katrice looked about fifty or so in human years, which meant she could boast a few centuries. Only a little silver laced her thick black hair, and her dark eyes glittered with a keen intellect. A dress of red and white satin covered her stout figure.

"Oh, oh, oh! This is her at last! The Thorn Queen. My dear child, you have been too absent from our gatherings." She put her arms around me and kissed my cheek. It was a bit more slobbery than Maiwenn's kiss. A little overwhelmed by her presence, I returned the gesture. She smelled like roses.

"It...it's nice to meet you."

"You are so lovely! Look at her, Marlin. Isn't she lovely?"

She grabbed the arm of a man who looked about twice her age, his wispy gray hair barely covering his head. His eyes indicated he wasn't really at the party right now.