Page 64 of Rule of Wolves
“One must to survive.”
“That’s true,” he said thoughtfully. “That’s very true.”
“Have you traveled to Ravka?” Nina asked, hoping to steer the conversation back to Demidov.
“Never,” he said. “I’ll admit I’m intrigued. I’ve heard the Ravkan women are very beautiful.”
“Oh, they are,” said Hanne.
“You’ve been there?”
“Once, near the border.”
The prince shifted slightly, as if trying out the new comfort he felt. “If you’re so interested in Demidov, I’ll introduce you.”
“Oh, would you?” Nina said breathlessly. “What a thrill.”
The prince’s eyebrows twitched, and Nina could tell he thought Mila Jandersdat was a trifling ninny. All for the best. No one takes care to guard against a dull blade.
He gave a brief command to a servant and a moment later, Demidov was sauntering through the room toward them, the Apparat drifting in his wake. Just her luck. Nina wanted to stay as far from the priest as possible.
“Taking his time,” grumbled Prince Rasmus. “I vouch if your father snapped his fingers, the Little Lantsov would come running.”
Nina wondered. How much of Fjerda’s policy was Brum dictating and how much did the prince resent it? She and Hanne rose to greet Demidov, who gave the prince a brief nod.
“Prince Rasmus, how can I be of service?”
The prince’s brow arched. “You can begin with a bow, Demidov. You’re not a king yet.”
Demidov’s cheeks flushed. His resemblance to Ravka’s exiled king was uncanny. “My most sincere apologies, Your Highness.” He bowed deeply, almost comically. “I have no wish to offend, only to offer gratitude for all your family has done for me and for my country.”
Nina had a profound urge to kick him in the teeth, but she beamed happily, as if she could imagine no greater joy than meeting this pretender.
Rasmus propped his head on his hand, weary as a student about to endure an hours-long lecture. “May I introduce you to Hanne Brum, daughter of Jarl Brum?”
Hanne curtsied. “It is an honor.”
“Ah,” said Demidov, bowing over Hanne’s hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “The honor is mine. Your father is a great man.”
“I’ll tell him you said so.”
“I hope it isn’t rude, but … I must inquire about your extraordinary haircut. Is it the new fashion?”
Hanne touched her hand to the short stubble of her hair. “No. I shaved my head to show fealty to Djel.”
“Hanne and her companion are very devout,” said Prince Rasmus.
“I should have known it had something to do with their barbarian religion,” the Apparat murmured in Ravkan.
“She looks like more of a soldier than her father’s silken-haired troops,” Demidov replied, his smile still in place.
Nina narrowed her eyes. His Ravkan was impeccable, but that wasn’t necessarily meaningful.
“If you will allow me,” Hanne ventured, “may I introduce my companion, Mila Jandersdat.”
Demidov smiled, but no warmth reached his eyes. “Charmed.”
He clearly found conversation with a mere servant beneath him but was attempting to hide it. Nina took her chance, ignoring the Apparat’s piercing stare.
