Naughty Getaways Ebook
Naughty Getaways in Print
Blurb:
A Parthian princess searching for the lost throne of her kingdom engages the services of a palace eunuch and discovers a treasure far more precious.
Genre/theme:
Historical, Ancient World Parthian romance, princess, eunuch, Parthia, throne
Copyright ©Regina Kammer, 2017
They entered her apartment from the women’s gallery, stepping
through the office to the antechamber. Nisa opened the door to the audience
chamber, and Roedogune followed.
A flush crept up the back of her neck the moment she saw him.
He was young, about her age. Tall and slender, standing with
confidence. Under his cap, black hair in perfect plaits fell to just above his
shoulders. He wore the costume of a courtier, for that he most certainly was,
his robe and tunic rich in decoration. Jewels glinted from the rings on his
fingers. Gemstones hung in strands around his neck.
Amidst all his magnificent arrayment, one feature stood out.
He was beardless.
Of course.
A eunuch. For such a man was indeed allowed to be alone in the presence of the
princess.
“You are dismissed, Nisa.” Roedogune waited for her maidservant
to leave before addressing the man.
She paced, studying him. His nose was strong and straight
punctuating his confident demeanor. “My husband sent you?”
“Yes, my lady.” His voice was not deep and gruff as that of
Gotarzes, but melodic with a masculine edge.
Roedogune stood directly before him. “Your name?”
“Arashis, my lady.”
Seeing a man’s cheeks and chin and mouth was something of a
treat. The Roman soldiers of her captivity had been clean shaven, despite the
fashion of their emperor Hadrian. A beard could create an illusion of vigor and
virility. But here, laid bare before her, was an elegant strength, angles set
off by the curves of luscious, full lips.
“Did my husband explain why he sent you?”
The briefest flick of a tongue wet the seam of his mouth. A
delectable distraction until he spoke with that lulling voice.
“He said you had spent time in Rome. That you intended to
maintain your communications with contacts you had made during this time. That
you might require the services of one who knew the languages of the Parthian
and Roman empires.” He shifted on his feet, bending slightly to reach behind
him. He turned back holding a basket of scrolls.
Apprehension rattled her. “What are those?”
“Communications, my lady. From your contacts beyond our
kingdom.”
“Gods above,” she muttered. Gotarzes had been holding on to the
missives all this time. She picked up a scroll. The seal was unbroken. She
exhaled relief.
“My lady, if I may be so
bold, you seem agitated.”
She lifted her head only to gaze upon the kindness in the depths
of his rich brown eyes. “It seems I have a great deal of correspondence to
catch up on,” she said, tossing the scroll back in the basket.
