Free Queen of the Darkness by Anne Bishop

responsible for this unfortunate incident, but the Council will stand firm about this other matter.”
    ”And what matter is that?” Lucivar crooned.
    ”We cannot allow you to have in your service a male who wears Jewels darker than yours.”
    ”The Queens in Little Terreille do it all the time.”
    ”They’re Queens. They know how to control males.”
    ”So do I.”
    ”The Council forbids it.”
    ”The Council can go to the bowels of Hell.”
    Lucivar suddenly filled the Coach’s doorway.
    ”You can’t do this!” Jorval yelled from behind him.
    Lucivar turned and gave Jorval a lazy, arrogant smile. ”I’m an Ebon-gray Warlord Prince. I can do anything I damn well want to.” He shut the door in Jorval’s face, then glanced at the driver’s compartment at the front of the Coach, sending an order on a psychic thread. The Coach immediately lifted.
    When Daemon took a step to reenter the main compartment, Lucivar shifted in front of him, effectively blocking the mouth of the corridor. Accepting the unspoken order, Daemon slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and leaned against the wall.
    When he felt sure that Lucivar was through giving his silent instructions to whoever was driving the Coaches, he used an Ebon-gray spear thread to ask, Will this get you into trouble?
    No,Lucivar replied. He looked over the immigrants. Every one of them quickly looked away in order to avoid meeting his eyes.
    Won’t this Council send a demand for some kind of discipline?
    They’ll send it. The Steward will read it, probably show it to the Master of the Guard, and then they’ll ignore it.

    Daemon realized his breathing was too quick, too shallow, but he couldn’t change it as he forced himself to ask the next question. Will they show it to your Queen?
    No,Lucivar said slowly. They won’t mention this to the Queen if they can avoid it. And if they can’t, they’ll try to minimize it without lying outright.
    Why?
    Because the Dark Council has pushed her before, and the results scared the shit out of everyone.Lucivar shifted. ”We’re away from Goth,” he said, raising his voice slightly. ”Make yourselves as comfortable as you can. It’ll be a couple of hours before we get to where we’re going.”
    ”Aren’t we going to Ebon Rih?” someone asked.
    ”Not yet.” Lucivar stepped into the small corridor, forcing Daemon to move back. He slid the door to the private compartment open, said, ”Inside,” and went through the doorway sideways to accommodate his wings.
    Daemon followed reluctantly and slid the door closed.
    Lucivar stood at one end of the room. Daemon remained at the door.
    Lucivar took a deep breath, let it out slowly. ”I’m sorry I lashed out at you. I wasn’t angry with you.
    I—Damn it, Daemon, I checked every list I could think of, and I must have missed your name. If it wasn’t for blind luck, you would’ve ended up in another court, and there might have been no way to get you out of that contract.”
    Daemon felt one layer of tension ease. He forced his lips to curve in a smile. ”Well, luck favored us this time.” Then he looked, really looked, at Lucivar, and the smile became genuine. ”You’re alive.”
    Lucivar returned the smile. ”And you’re sane.”
    Daemon felt a tremor run through his body and tightened his self-control. Tears stung his eyes.
    ”Lucivar,” he whispered.
    He didn’t know which of them moved first. One moment they were standing as far away from each other as they could in the small room, the next they were in each other’s arms, holding on as if their lives depended on it.
    ”Lucivar,” Daemon whispered again, pressing his face against his brother’s neck. ”I thought you were dead.”
    ”Hell’s fire, Daemon,” Lucivar said softly, hoarsely, ”we couldn’t find you. We didn’t know what happened to you. We looked. I swear, we did look for you.”
    ”It’s all right,” Daemon stroked Lucivar’s head. ”It’s all right.”
    Lucivar’s