Diana circled around and faced her. “I hope that was all right.”
“Of course.” Tatyana glanced at her. “Your first loyalty is to me. Whether I am in Warsaw or Saint Petersburg.” She waited a beat. “Or Moscow.”
She saw a flicker of something in Diana’s eyes.
“Perhaps we should speak later,” Tatyana said softly. “I have a question for you, but it is private.”
Sándor had done another background check on Diana, but save for a questionable amount of money spent shopping, there was nothing that should have been a threat.
Tatyana had decided to take the direct approach, but not in front of Oleg’s seamstresses.
“Of course.” Diana’s cheeks were pink again. “Is there anything you’d like me to prepare for your appointment with Lord Oleg?”
“Just a change of clothes.”
“Of course.” Diana ran for the exit.
“Diana?”
The woman stopped at the door.
“Something warm and casual,” Tatyana said. “This is my only night in this week. There is no need to get dressed up just to speak to my fiancé.”
“Of course, Tatyana.” Diana corrected herself. “TerrinTatyana.”
Half an hour later, the seamstresses had their measurements, and Tatyana was dressed in a comfortable pair of wool trousers and a cashmere pullover, which was Diana’s version of sweatpants and a hoodie.
She walked to the library with her Hazar guards, leaving them at the door when she knocked and heard Oleg’s voice.
“Enter.”
The Hazar opened the door for her but remained outside.
Tatyana walked in to find Oleg sitting by the fireplace, balancing a ball of fire in his palm and reading a book.
He looked up and motioned to the sofa across from him. “Thank you for sparing the time for me.”
“My schedule is very crowded, but I am happy to make the time.”
“This time next week, it will not be so.” His eyes were gleaming. “Then you will be my wife.”
She raised an eyebrow.Aren’t I already?
He read her expression, and the corner of his mouth turned up. “My wife. For all the world to see.”
“I understand that we are to attend a polo match tomorrow night at Rudov’s estate. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about? I have plans to practice my riding later tonight with Sándor. I’m assuming that since it’s in the snow, spectators will be riding to the field.”
“The game is called chaugan, and we will,” Oleg said. “And you will not be a spectator—you’ll be playing as well.”
Her eyebrows went up. “I did not agree to this.”
“Contractually, you agreed to an agenda of prewedding festivities as determined by our social secretaries.” He smiled. “The chaugan matches were on the agenda.”
“Matches? As in more than one?”
“One tomorrow night and the next one as part of the reception festivities after the wedding.” Oleg lifted one eyebrow. “I was assured that the Poshani would be contributing players. Kezia seemed quite enthusiastic about it.”
Dammit. She knew she should have paid attention to Rumi better when she was listing off all the events over the month leading up to the wedding.
