You—love me? he said incredulously. Her rosebud mouth had a petulant look to it, but she darted behind the tall screen painted with the eagle, and in moments reappeared bearing a silver tray with two small white cups. With Bael and Bashere living in the palace and policing Caemlyn with their men, doubtless stranger sights had been seen in these corridors. Perrin shut out the rest, no easy task with his ears.
The question was, given the circumstances, had any of the chiefs listened to her? But the question Rand asked was not the obvious. It isn't right, and it is dangerous besides. Always before he had entered through one of the stableyards, to peruse the palace horses in passing, but this time he was going in the way a lord would. Even without the Three Oaths, had she denied it, he would have doubted his own memories.
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