“If you should like to hear of how

“If you should like to hear of how I am indebted to your mother, perhaps you would join me for a turn about the gardens in the morning,” he said.
Fiona hesitated a moment longer than was proper, then dropped into a curtsy. She briefly met his eyes. “I should like that very much, Your Highness.”
She rose, and he took her arm, tucking it into the crook of his elbow as they walked back toward the dais. “Wonderful. Then I shall return you to your husband before I say something untoward.”
“Untoward, Your Highness?” Her chest fluttered and compressed.
The king leaned closer. She felt his warm breath upon her ear as he whispered, “Your husband’s kiss is still upon your lips, my dear. I find that quite enticing. Best go get another from him.”
The next day was warm, the air moist with the scent of fertile fields offering up their bounty as Fiona joined King James among the flowers. He was dressed in casual togs again, like Sir Goodman rather than the royal highness he’d been last evening.
“Do you travel today?” Fiona asked.
He gave a nod of his red head, his bright eyes intense. “I do. My wife awaits me at Linlithgow, and I confess I find myself longing for some feminine companionship.”
Fiona looked to the ground, not certain how to respond. He was by turns overly forthright and frustratingly vague.
“I am sure the queen will be most glad for your affection,” Fiona murmured.
The king chuckled, although she did not intend to be humorous. Indeed, she could not think why that was funny.
“Yes, perhaps she will. And it’s quite obvious you will not.”
“Your Highness?” She looked at him, startled.
“Would you kiss me if I asked you to?”
Heat rose from her belly to her cheeks. “No, Your Grace, I would not.”
“But I am your king.”
Fiona heard the teasing lilt in his voice. “Yes, but not my husband. Still, you may rest assured that, when I am old, I am certain to regret having refused this opportunity.”
He laughed out loud at that and pulled her arm through his. “You have the look of your mother, my bonny Fiona, and her wit. Walk with me and let’s enjoy this sunshine before I must be on my way.”
They strolled in silence for a moment, the only sounds being the birds in the trees and the shush-shush of her gown as it swayed against her legs. Her mind spun, and she wondered if she might speak next or if protocol demanded she wait for him.
“How old were you when your mother died, Fiona?”
She nearly stumbled at his abrupt question. For a king, he had little finesse. “Nearly ten, Your Highness.”
They stopped walking, and he turned to face her. “If I ever learn who killed her, you have my word, he’ll be drawn and quartered and left upon a pike.”
The image was too much, and Fiona struggled for her next breath. She swayed closer to remain upright, and nausea rolled over her once more, as it had last evening.
The king braced her with his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry, lass. I didn’t mean to be so colorful. I only meant to say I’d see her murderer brought to justice. Come now, sit on this bench over here a moment.”
Fiona could not think what made her feel so faint. She was stronger than this. She was still a Sinclair after all. Not by name any longer, but still by blood.
They walked to the bench and sank upon it. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I fear the warmth of the day has left me light-headed.”
“Hm...perhaps.” He sat down next to her and looked at her with a measured stare. Then he chuckled. “What do you know of me?”
That was a fearful question if ever there was one. “You are the king.”
“And?” he prompted when she said no more.
This cat-and-mouse charade was tiresome. He asked one question after another, and all she wanted was answers to her own. Her stomach rolled. “You are the king. And you know I’m desperate to hear about my mother and yet have not offered even a sliver of information.”
His brows rose, his eyes went round, and Fiona nearly clapped a hand over her foolish mouth. He’d see her dropped into a pit for such insolence. But instead, a boom of laughter rolled forth from his chest, and he slapped his thigh in humor.
“Your mother’s wit and her temper. You are right, of course. How ungallant of me to taunt you so.” He shook his head, as if her words had made him dizzy. “Your mother served my mother at court, a ladies’ maid to Queen Margaret. You knew that, yes?”
Fiona nodded, her heart giving a flutter now that it seemed he was at last to offer something of value. “Yes, but she rarely spoke of it—to me, at least.”
The king continued. “She was favored by many for her smile and her cleverness. She was exceedingly beautiful—more beautiful than you, even, and you are quite breathtaking.”
Fiona heard only the compliment. ’Twas no insult to be found wanting when compared to her mother.
The king took a breath and settled himself more comfortably on the bench. “When I was a boy of eleven, my stepfather, Archibald Douglas, strove to keep me captive at Tantallon Castle. Being young, I did not realize at first I was not free to leave.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Jika Anda ingin mendengar bagaimana saya berhutang budi kepada ibu Anda, mungkin Anda akan bergabung dengan saya untuk giliran tentang kebun di pagi hari," katanya.Fiona ragu-ragu sejenak lebih lama daripada yang tepat, jatuh ke curtsy. Dia sebentar bertemu matanya. "Aku harus seperti itu sangat banyak, keturunan."Dia bangkit, dan ia mengambil lengannya, menyelipkan ke lekuk siku saat mereka berjalan kembali menuju podium. "Wonderful. Kemudian saya akan kembali ke suami Anda sebelum saya mengatakan sesuatu yang tak diinginkan.""Tak diinginkan, mulia Anda?" Dadanya terbang dan dikompresi.Raja mendekat. Dia merasa nafasnya hangat pada telinganya seperti ia berbisik, "suami Anda ciuman adalah masih atas bibir Anda, sayangku. Saya menemukan bahwa cukup menarik. Terbaik pergi mendapatkan lain dari-nya."Hari berikutnya adalah hangat, udara lembab dengan aroma ladang-ladang subur yang menawarkan karunia mereka sebagai Fiona bergabung King James di antara bunga-bunga. Dia mengenakan kasual togs lagi, seperti Sir Goodman daripada mulia yang dia telah terakhir malam."Apakah Anda perjalanan hari ini?" Fiona bertanya.Dia memberikan anggukan kepala merah, mata cerah intens. "Saya lakukan. Istri saya menunggu saya di Linlithgow, dan aku mengakui aku mendapati diriku kerinduan untuk beberapa persahabatan yang feminin.Fiona memandang ke tanah, tidak pasti bagaimana untuk menjawab. Ia adalah oleh ternyata terlalu terang dan putus asa samar-samar."Saya yakin sang ratu akan paling senang untuk Anda," Fiona bersungut.Raja tertawa, meskipun dia tidak berniat untuk menjadi lucu. Memang, ia tidak bisa memikirkan mengapa itu lucu."Ya, mungkin dia akan. Dan itu sangat jelas Anda tidak akan.""Mulia Anda?" Dia memandang dia, terkejut."Akan Anda mencium saya jika saya meminta Anda untuk?"Panas naik dari perutnya pipinya. "Tidak, rahmat Anda, saya akan tidak.""Tetapi aku raja Anda."Fiona mendengar irama menggoda dalam suaranya. "Ya, tapi tidak suami saya. Namun, Anda dapat yakin bahwa, ketika aku sudah tua, saya pasti akan menyesal setelah menolak kesempatan ini."Dia tertawa terbahak-bahak pada saat itu dan ditarik lengannya melalui. "Anda memiliki tampilan ibumu, Fiona bonny saya, dan kecerdasan nya. Berjalan dengan aku dan mari kita menikmati sinar matahari ini sebelum aku harus berada di jalan."Mereka berjalan dalam diam sejenak, suara hanya menjadi burung-burung di pohon-pohon dan shush-shush nya gaun seperti itu terombang-ambing terhadap kakinya. Pikirannya berputar, dan dia bertanya-tanya jika dia bicara berikutnya atau jika protokol menuntut dia menunggu baginya."Berapa umurmu ketika ibu Anda meninggal, Fiona?"Dia hampir tersandung di pertanyaan tiba-tiba. Seorang raja, dia punya sedikit kemahiran. "Hampir sepuluh, keturunan."Mereka berhenti berjalan, dan ia berbalik menghadapi dia. "Jika saya pernah belajar yang membunuhnya, Anda memiliki kata-kata saya, ia akan diambil dan bermarkas dan meninggalkan berdasarkan tombak."Gambar yang terlalu banyak, dan Fiona berjuang untuk napas berikutnya nya. Ia bergoyang lebih dekat untuk tetap tegak, dan mual berguling dia sekali lagi, karena memiliki malam terakhir.Raja menguatkan dirinya dengan tangannya di bahunya. "Saya minta maaf, lass. Aku tidak bermaksud untuk menjadi sangat berwarna-warni. Aku hanya bermaksud mengatakan aku akan melihat dia pembunuh yang dibawa ke pengadilan. Datang sekarang, duduk di bangku ini di sini sejenak."Fiona tidak bisa memikirkan apa yang membuatnya merasa begitu samar. Dia adalah lebih kuat daripada ini. Dia adalah masih Sinclair setelah semua. Tidak dengan nama lagi, tapi masih dengan darah.Mereka berjalan ke bangku dan tenggelam ke atasnya. "Maafkan aku, ketat. Aku takut kehangatan hari telah meninggalkan aku pusing.""Hm... mungkin." Dia duduk di sampingnya dan menatapnya dengan tatapan diukur. Kemudian ia terkekeh. "Apa yang Anda ketahui saya?"Itu adalah pertanyaan takut jika pernah ada satu. "Anda adalah raja.""Dan?" Dia diminta ketika ia berkata tidak lebih.Charade kucing ini adalah melelahkan. Dia bertanya satu demi satu, dan semua yang dia inginkan adalah jawaban untuk dirinya sendiri. Perutnya digulung. "Anda adalah raja. Dan kau tahu aku putus asa untuk mendengar tentang ibuku dan belum tidak ditawarkan bahkan sepotong informasi."Alis nya naik, matanya pergi sepanjang, dan Fiona hampir bertepuk tangan tangan atas mulutnya bodoh. Ia akan melihat dia jatuh ke dalam lubang untuk kekurangajaran tersebut. Tetapi sebaliknya, ledakan tawa digulung keluar dari dada, dan pahanya menampar di humor."Ibumu kecerdasan dan ibunya marah. Anda benar, tentu saja. Bagaimana ungallant saya untuk mengejek Anda jadi." Ia menggelengkan kepala, seolah-olah kata-kata dia yang membuat dia pusing. "Ibu Anda dilayani ibu saya di lapangan, wanita pembantu untuk Ratu Margaret. Anda tahu bahwa, ya?"Fiona mengangguk, hatinya memberikan bergetar sekarang bahwa sepertinya dia terakhir untuk menawarkan sesuatu yang bernilai. "Ya, tapi dia jarang berbicara tentang hal itu-saya, paling tidak."Sang raja melanjutkan. "Dia disukai oleh banyak orang untuk senyumnya dan kepandaian nya. Dia adalah sangat indah — lebih indah daripada Anda, bahkan, dan Anda cukup menakjubkan. "Fiona mendengar hanya pujian. ' Sungguh tidak penghinaan akan didapati bila dibandingkan dengan ibunya.Raja menarik napas dan menetap dirinya lebih nyaman di bangku. "Ketika saya masih seorang anak sebelas tahun, ayah tiriku, Archibald Douglas, berjuang untuk menjaga saya tawanan di Tantallon Castle. Menjadi muda, saya tidak menyadari pada awalnya saya bukanlah bebas untuk meninggalkan.