I love how offended he is at the thought that the courtly men were not lusting after him too

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I love how offended he is at the thought that the courtly men were not lusting after him too
robin stewart you are such a gay disaster
I’ve seen people talk about cringefail loser Robin Stewart trying to give his assassination target a blowjob but absolutely no one prepared me for the fact that letting Robin blow him was the sum total of Lymond’s plan on how to evade assassination. Do u mean to tell me he’s literally femme fatale-ing him?? He’s straight up just trying to seduce this guy into not killing him??? He’s being a manic pixie dream Irish guy on purpose?????
There’s an alternate version of this book entirely from Robin’s POV that’s just a romantic hitman drama
Idk what you guys are talking about about, queens play is great. Lymond has survived the previous book and now gets to be a juggler and clown. This is great. I'm sure he's enjoying it. Nothing bad is ever going to happen again
In the dark room in the Château Neuf, facing him silent at last, she was able to clear her mind of all but what she had long ago primed herself to do. His face, like hers, was obscured; his skin and sparkling clothes blemished by the fountain drops strewn on the panes.
* “And what would you keep me for? The graveyards and prisons of Europe are full enough of half-made souls created by Francis Crawford and loneliness and God.”
* “My life is my own,” she said, her voice thin in her own ears. “You asked me last time to leave you to deal with this man. What ails you? Deal with him!” — Queens’ Play by Dorothy Dunnett
Oonagh at the window, before she removes her mask. I lost my mind rereading this scene for the first time after finishing the series and could not decide on a quote to pair with the drawing. Augh.
Beside him, Lymond had the desperate expression which more spectators than he knew in that audience recognized as the devastating impulse to laugh. With d'Aubigny's imperial grandeur he had simply not troubled to compete; either that, or he had shrieked down all efforts to compel him.
He had no need. Lymond wore black silk, the shirt edge at neck and cuffs snowy white, and a twelve-thousand ducat diamond on his shoulder, pinning a little girl's glove.
- Dorothy Dunnett, Queens' Play
Queens Play immediate reactions
I finished Queens Play last night.
A few disorganized thoughts before I get going on the Disorderly Knights...