This week, I have a snippet from The Merchant's Love for you. This is Maxen's first glimpse of Faelen at Maxen's brother's wedding (Coincidentally, the same wedding that Bastien and Corentin first met at, which I gave you a bit of in last week's snippet). Maxen is his older brother's witness, and he sees someone very interesting among the guests.
It was after the vows, after Tristan and Etan had affixed their signatures in the book in which all royal marriages were recorded, that Maxen let his gaze wander over the seated guests and saw him. And then he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed him immediately.
His attention was drawn almost instantly to a man seated in the second row. He was pale, his skin like porcelain, with large eyes the green of peridot. His face—an uncanny mix of pretty and sensual—was framed by dark hair that blazed red in the room’s light, falling in soft curls nearly to his shoulders. Maxen could see nothing else of the man, but what he saw pulled at him, and it was so strong, so unexpected, it took his breath. He’d never felt an attraction so sudden; he could do nothing but stare as time spun away from him.
Abruptly, the man seemed to sense his regard, his gaze snapping over to meet Maxen’s, giving him no time to look away. The unusual green eyes widened, but he didn’t look away for long moments—long moments when Maxen heard nothing but the pounding of his heart in his ears.