COLEMrs. Porter arrived shortly after my summons. “Your Majesty,” She said, offering a bow. Her pale blue eyes were filled with fear, and she trembled a little as she straightened up.“Mrs. Porter.” I said, giving her a nochalant smile and gesturing to an empty seat. “Please, tke a seat. We have much to discuss.”“Y-y-yes, Your Majesty,” she stammared obediently. “There is a maid I want to ask you about,” I said. “A young woman by the name of Elsa? I need some information on her. Can you assist me with this, Mrs. Porter?”“Elsa? Elsa Perry?” Mrs. Porter asked with a mix of nervousness and confusion in her voice. “Well... Your Majesty. She is an orphan from House Crawford’s land. She arrived but one month ago,”She retrieved a record book from the pocket of her apron and gestured with it, as if it was a satisfactory contribution to her statement.I raised an eyebrow and scanned her with a look of scrutiny.“That’s it?”Wasn’t that too vague for a proper background record of a royal ma
COLEI eyed Flynn, whose dark-skinned face was contorted into a frown of embarrassment.“Bring your sister in,” I instructed him.Leila Hart rushed into the study in an instant, and Flynn could hardly stop her. “Thank goodness! Why do they keep getting in my way? I said it was urgent.”“Leila!” Flynn muttered under his breath, trying to remind his sister of her manners, but Leila didn’t seem to care. She took a step closer to me and then narrowed her light brown eyes at me.“What is the emergency?” I asked, annoyance blazing through me.“Evelyn is missing!” Leila blurted out, her expression animating. “Well, she hasn’t been herself since this morning. I was worried about her, so I went to check on her after she retired to her room—”“She’s unwell?” I raised an eyebrow, cutting her off. “Did she ask you for retirement to her room? Or did you dismiss her?”Leila rolled those pretty eyes and spoke sharply. “Yes, she asked, and I granted her permission. And I would do it over and over aga
COLEAnger flashed through me.It was a different kind of anger than I’d felt before House Caddel’s betrayal. That anger had been heated and intense, like lava flowing down a volcano, or a forest blaze. It came with reddened vision, sweat, and bared teeth.This anger was far worse. It was ice. Frozen, gripping, stiffening. It still wanted to consume me in its wake, but it came with a numbness that was different than the other kind.As I stared back at Leila Hart, I wished to freeze her out too. I wanted to be distant, detached. I needed to be. Red anger required passion, feelings.I was tired of feelings. I was tired of worrying about my emotions and allowing them to run my life. I was the King now. There was a certain level of detachment I needed to have in order to rule Hescor.In order to rule my subjects.I clenched my fist absently as the tightness in my chest grew.“Have you finished?” I asked her sharply.Despite my harsh tone, Leila didn’t falter. She held my gaze and raised h
EVELYNAfter an evening of fitful crying, locked in Cole’s chamber, I had a terrible dream about him.It was more than a dream.It was a nightmare.My parents were on an execution platform somewhere in Windsburn. The sky was dull, a strange bluish-gray, and the only sound that could be heard was the crash of the waves surrounding the island. They were dressed in the same thin, ragged clothes as the last dream, only this time, they were far more tattered and covered with bits of blood. Their faces were bruised but their expressions were blank and empty.The executioner was holding a long broadsword, ready to behead them. His face was fierce but solemn, as if he knew what had to be done but took little pleasure in it. Beside the executioner was Cole, sitting on a throne that resembled the one from the day of the trial. His night-dark eyes seemed endless, a pair of black pools staring at the executioner and those about to be executed. The Alpha King’s hand was raised, prepared to give
AIDENThe day after tomorrow should have been the day we attacked the castle, but this morning, not long after we’d risen for the day, Peter had arrived at Isaac and Ben’s hut, his face red and chest heaving. He was out of breath and after a few seconds, he met our collective gazes and then sighed.“It’s a hot one out there,” he assessed vaguely.He wasn’t wrong. The sun was brutal and even this early in the morning, the inside of the hut was quite warm. Still, there was more to it than intense sunlight.“Indeed it is,” Isaac said carefully, clearly sensing something off in Peter’s face and tone of voice.I narrowed my eyes for a moment, examining the older man’s body language. He was tense and wore his displeasure like a fur coat.“Peter, what’s wrong?” I asked, my brows crinkling together as I tried to anticipate his news. I wasn’t certain what was wrong but I had a good theory that was confirmed after the older man wiped his sweat-covered forehead.“I wish I had good news to delive
AIDENGlancing around, I quickly recognized which part of the castle I was in. I was right—this section housed offices for senior officials, which I assumed included Frederick.Thankfully for me, this wing appeared to be sparsely guarded. Frederick must have concentrated them around where Steven was imprisoned, knowing that I would likely go for that section first.It was a decent strategy, but I could twist it to my advantage.I longed to search for Steven immediately, but I knew Icouldn’t. Peter was right—the chance of success was low if he acted alone. I needed to wait and find the informant first.As I deftly moved down the corridor, I suddenly stopped in front of one door. I recognized the area and realized this was Frederick’s office.Steven’s words echoed in my mind.If you find the records, it’ll be solid evidence. I crept over and tried the doorknob. To my surprise, it was unlocked, and I paused again to ensure none were within. Any room in this place could have wolves hidde
AIDENShit.It was one thing to know I was being hunted and another to hear my name uttered from someone’s mouth.Frederick cursed under his breath and barked out an order. “Catch him as soon as possible! Find a guard whose build resembles his. We need a scapegoat to handle the Lord first.”The other voice hesitated. “But sir-”This prompted Frederick to bellow. “Have you heard me correctly?”“As you wish, Sir,” came the quick response.“Good,” Frederick replied curtly, his demeanor more serious now and less aggressive. “Keep guarding my office. I want no trouble at all, do you hear?”“Yes, sir,” the other voice agreed without any sort of hesitation, pause, or questioning.“I have very high expectations for you, Oakley.”I blinked in surprise and my heart skipped a beat.Oakley?Oakley Newman?The informant I was searching for?“Thank you, Sir,” Oakley replied, and I fought the urge to shake my head in disbelief. I was confused and taken aback by this entire situation.Was this a betr
AIDENAll of them were bound with ropes, their eyes covered with black cloth.Steven had been whipped, his tattered clothes stained with blood, and his back exposed. The welts were deep and long, and my stomach turned at the very sight.Charlotte’s face was marred with bruises and scars, surely inflicted by some sort of blade as well as physical blows.Emma—thank the goddess—looked relatively unharmed but was visibly terrified, clinging tightly to her mother and whimpering.A lump formed in my throat and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to retch or shout in anger. Evelyn’s family had already been through so much. And now this? I couldn’t get rid of my rising guilt and knew that I probably never would.”“You have five minutes,” Oakley said to me in a low voice. “Don’t remove the eye masks. Keep your voice quiet and low. Without another word, he took a chair and sat in the corner. I waited for some kind of deception and but cautious when none arrived.As I approached the Caddels, I felt a tig