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up a little straighter and turned to her. I got a little distracted by her flaming mane of red and her emerald eyes for a second before I shook myself out of it and asked in interest, “Do tell.”
    She said, “One of the scholars came upon an old immigration record of a Rover named Nicholas who applied to become a citizen of Wexbury.”
    A Rover? They were Mountain Gypsies, who left their clans to wander the eleven realms alone. It was rare for them to ever settle down in one place. My father's name was Nicholas. I whispered, “And mother told me that father was the one who taught her the language of the Mountain Gypsies.” I let that hang in the air.
    Could it be true? That my father, Nicholas Herder, had been a gypsy? If that was true, I had gypsy blood in me, and that would explain how I can wield their magik. They called people with the gift, the Touched.
    I locked eyes with her excitedly and asked, “Do you think?”
    She smiled at my excitement, her eyes twinkling. “All of the pieces fit together nicely, I believe we have discovered why you can command not just the power of the Altii but of the Gypsies as well.”
    I nodded and said absently, “I'll speak to mother about it. See if she can corroborate that.”
    She stood and clasped both my hands and pulled me up gently to my feet. Her nightdress that I wore dropped down to my ankles. Which was a little embarrassing since it hit her around the knees when she wore it. I liked wearing her nightdresses because they smelled like her.
    She said as she walked backward to the alcove that had our bed, “Come to bed. I miss my favorite pillow.”
    I blushed and did her bidding. I'm not stupid you know. I grinned at myself.
    ***
    The next morning I awoke, stretched and curled my toes, making a satisfied sound when Celeste's arm reflexively pulled me tighter into her as she slept. I looked back and caught the slight smile on her lips and smirked. “You aren't fooling anyone, woman. I know you're awake now.”
    Her smile grew and she slid up in the bed to sit up. Unceremoniously dropping my head which had been on her chest, onto the mattress. I squeaked, she laughed.
    We slid out of bed and as I almost drooled as I watched her stretch, I asked, “So what does one wear to an occasion like this? Armor or one of those dreaded dresses the nobles wear?”
    She nudged my shoulder. “You are one of those nobles and you know it is social protocol to wear a dress when you are not wearing armor. Besides, you look adorable in dresses.”
    I growled at her, which most likely sounded like a puppy with a sock to her. I was a simple farm girl inside still and was more comfortable in a tunic and trousers than dresses. Dresses were terrible for doing hard work in, and only hard work puts food on the table.
    She thought a moment then said, “You will be doing this as Baroness Laney, not as Knight Laney, so I'm afraid a dress would be more appropriate.”
    I sighed in defeat and trudged over to the armoire like I was heading to the stockade while she headed to the dresser instead. Then I turned shook a finger at her after I selected an emerald dress with a violet sash, the colors of the Keep. “You'll not get off so easy. If it is a dress for me, then I'll have Countess Celeste on my arm, not Knight Celeste.”
    She scrunched her lips to one side of her face and I crinkled my nose at her in defiance until she giggled and put the trousers back in the drawer and stepped up beside me and reached for a dress while she teased, “Yes, my Lady.”
    I sighed as I dropped my nightdress around my feet, and teased her by turning away and getting into my undergarments then slipping the dress on. Then I frowned, a dress meant I couldn't ride Goliath, we'd have to take a coach or wagon. I tied the sash at my waist in a bow as I plodded to the door of our quarters and poked my head out into the castle corridor as I brushed my hair out.
    I looked over to the ever alert page boy, Gregory, at the end of