Gild - English
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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eyes me thoughtfully. You sure you won't change your mind and go touch one of my saddles for me? He asks. Midas, shakes his head. No, that honor is only bestowed on my Oran, he replies, smoothly. I like setting her apart. Makes a grunt of disappointed amusement. I can see why you chose her. Her beauty is unparalleled, based on the gleam in Midas eyes. I can see how pleased he is. Of course she's beautiful, my King says smugly. She's mine. My face heats, his possessive tone, making my insides go warm. I steal a glance at him through the strings of the harp. My fingers plucking the tune out like an offering, turns his gaze over to Midas. One night, Midas, I'll pay you handsomely for one night with her. My fingers slip on the strings. A sour note clangs through the air, ruining my crescendo. My gold eyes shoot over to my King. Midas will say no, of course, but Holy Divine, I can't believe I dared. My stomach twists as the room goes completely silent and my fingers stay paused on the strings. The silence. A different kind of song. Midas braces an elbow on the arm of his chair, setting his face into his hand as he regards the other king. There's a gleam in my King's. I O Divine! Is he actually considering it