6
“O
h, Gods above,” Fina said, grinning widely as she took a sip of a bubbly, sweet drink. “I swear Adora and I nearly knocked the carriage over when the guards shifted back to their human forms. I do not remember seeing that when I came here as a girl.”
“I know!” I said. “I was shocked! And they just stood there!”
“I’ve never seen a royal guard act like that,” Adora said. Her cheeks were flushed pink just talking about it. “It’s so interesting.”
“Interesting, huh?” Fina teased. She kicked at Adora’s ankle under the table. “Maybe we need to find you a nice duke here to marry. Do Shiangans have those?”
I laughed and stole a sip of Fina’s drink. It was crisp on my tongue and slightly fruity. Just sitting with them had lifted my spirits substantially. Even though Elias was getting on my nerves with his hot and cold behavior, my friends always made me feel better.
“Come on,” I said. “I need to stretch my legs after that carriage ride. Shall we poke around the grounds a bit?”
Fina sprung to her feet. “Absolutely!” she nearly squealed. “I’m dying to get a better look around. And I’m fed up with the cold, the weather here is so much nicer already.”
Adora looked a little less certain, but after some playful urging from both of us, she relented and came along. I led the way down a narrow hall in the wing, toward the far east side of the palace. A small door, made mostly of glass, led into a private courtyard. The three of us stepped outside, and two royal guards followed. They were tall and dressed not in ornate golden armor, but a more functional brown leather, not too different from Nightfall’s uniform. They stood flanking the door, eyes forward, but decidedly not looking directly at us.
I wondered what their purpose was. Were the guards here to ensure our safety, or to ensure the kingdom’s safety from us? The lack of privacy irked me. I had to be sure to watch what I said to the girls, lest they listen in and pass our conversation along.
“Oh, wow,” Adora said. Her eyes widened as she gazed around the courtyard. “I thought the front gardens were impressive, but this is amazing.”
Indeed, the area was lush. It was as if we’d stepped into the heart of the jungle. The plants here weren’t carefully arranged and tended like they were in the solarium at Nightfall—here it was an explosion of color and life, as if the trellises and fence couldn’t contain everything. Overhead, vines snaked around an ivory trellis and dropped heavy purple blossoms in full bloom; the tall grass was nearly up to our knees and soft to the touch. Immense ferns reached upward and outward, there were flowers of differing colors and sizes, as well as some big-mouthed flycatchers that moved lazily in the breeze.
I reached up and smoothed my thumb over the velvety petals of one of the flowers. “I’d love to have some of these growing in the solarium,” I murmured. “Do you think we could sustain it?”
“I don’t see why not,” Adora said. “It’d be a fun project, regardless.”
“What should we do while we’re here?” Fina asked. “I know you’ll have to do some diplomacy things—”
“Queenly things,” Adora said.
“—Yes, queenly things,” Fina said with a laugh. “But we should have some time to ourselves, too.”
“Obviously, we need to see the tailor in town,” Adora said. “I must know what that fabric was the king was wearing. It really looked like liquid gold.”
“He seems like a character,” Fina said quietly. “Those teeth! And the way he looked at you, Reyna…”
I swallowed. “He was perfectly polite,” I said. That was true—he had been, but something about the gleam in his eyes had made me nervous. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle on my own though, and the last thing I needed was to make Fina and Adora worry about me.
“Still,” Fina said. “He seems intense. But the grounds are beautiful. I wonder if I could get a hunting party arranged. I’d love to get a sense of the game in this part of the world.”
I was grateful neither of them seemed keen to press on my brief interaction with King Draunar. Instead, we wandered the courtyard admiring the gorgeous plant life as we sketched out our plans for the next few days.
“I hope the palace has a library,” I said, and Fina and Adora both groaned good-naturedly.
As we made our way back into the wing of the building, idly discussing plans to have tea before dinner, the door to the wing swung open. In marched a Shiangan guard I hadn’t seen before: taller than the others, and in the same leather armor, but with gold gauntlets on his tan, muscular forearms. The men who had flanked the door to the courtyard saw him enter, and disappeared back into the courtyard like dismissed children. It jangled my nerves again.
“Queen Reyna,” the man said sternly. “The king has requested your presence this afternoon.”
I blinked. “What do you mean, requested my presence? Is he with my husband?”
“The king would like a private word with you before dinner,” he said.
I balked. Alone? The image of his golden-toothed smile flashed in my memory. I folded my hands together in front of me and then glanced over at Fina and Adora. Adora pressed her lips together, and Fina offered me a small shrug. I knew we were all thinking the same thing: I couldn’t exactly refuse the king. If I wanted these negotiations to go well, and to build up my reputation as a diplomat in my own right, I couldn’t just blow him off because he’d smiled at me oddly when we’d first met.
But at the same time, my wolf had her hackles raised in my chest. Something felt off about this meeting, yet I couldn’t put my finger exactly on what it was. It was the same feeling that had led me to slip a knife into my waistband just hours before Rona had attacked me in her wolf form. I’d learned it was best not to ignore it.
“Of course,” I said politely. “I’m with my attendants, though, so I’d like them to join me.”
The guard narrowed his eyes. “The king specifically requested a private meeting.”I wasn’t just a guest in King Draugar’s palace, though. I was the Queen of Frasia. I could make a few demands of my own. “I understand,” I said. “But I must have my attendants with me. I’m happy to meet with the king as long as my attendants are welcome.”The guard kept his tight gaze fixed on me. I matched it with a kind smile, eyes wide and expression pleasant. He couldn’t force me to attend, and he knew it.“Fine,” he said. “If they must.” He sneered at Fina and Adora, clearly expecting them to excuse themselves, but they only smiled just as pleasantly. I suppressed a real smile of my own. I could always count on those two to back me up.Defeated, the guard finally nodded and muttered, “Follow me.”He led us out of the guest annex and through the main foyer, past the ornate golden throne room doors - I realized I still hadn’t seen the inside - and toward the western wing. The guard stopped in front of
“There’s quite a lot to discuss,” King Draunar said. “Have lunch with me tomorrow and I’ll be happy to share the historical knowledge I have.”I looked up at him. He was leaning against the desk with his arms crossed casually over his chest, one eyebrow arched curiously.I rolled up the map and tucked it back into the leather tube. While I was still internally delighted to have such a rare artifact in my possession, I wasn’t going to let King Draunar know that. He was using this gift to manipulate me—to what end, I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t understand his motivations, and that scared me more than his behavior. I could handle a creep. But a creep who was the King of Shianga, of that I wasn’t so sure.“Your Highness,” I said, “I’m not sure what my husband would think of a private lunch between us.”King Draunar laughed, loud and booming, like I’d just told the funniest joke in the world. He shook his head. “Queen Reyna, it’s just lunch. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything your husband would
The dragon plunged through the air a few more times, spinning and turning expertly, then dove head-first toward the throne room. The music picked up as he moved through the open skylights. The power of his wingbeat was enough to make the empty wine glasses tilt precariously where they stood. His long, serpentine tail flicked once, and he bared his teeth in greeting. Even in dragon form, his fangs were golden. The guests hooted and clapped their delight, thrilled. I clapped along. It was an impressive display, but I certainly understood what Elias meant when he said King Draunar was a showman.The dragon turned away from us, folded the wings into his body, then shifted back into human form, indifferent to his own nudity. Two attendants hurried forward and helped him into his golden robes and his jewelry, moving with practiced quickness and ease.“Welcome, my dragons,” he called. The music didn’t even drop a decibel. “Please join me in welcoming our honored guests, King Elias and Queen
“He gave it to you but refused to give you any context?”“No, he said if I want to know more about the map, I need to have a private lunch with him tomorrow.” I sighed and rolled the paper up.Elias straightened up. “What did you say?”“I said I’d let him know in the morning. I wasn’t sure what I should do—what would be a worse outcome? Saying yes, or saying no?” I pushed a hand through my hair. “I don’t want to cause problems with the peace talks.”Elias set his hand at my waist, then slid it again to my lower back as he pulled me closer. His eyes burned golden as they looked over my face, and my wolf squirmed with delight at the closeness.“Smart wolf,” he growled. “Did he say what he wants?”“I don’t know,” I said. I wound my arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders as we spoke. The closeness felt so good—so grounding. “He said it was just lunch, and that he and I should get to know each other as leaders.”Elias exhaled through his nose. “I doubt that’s his true intentio
“Gorgeous.” He pulled back, then slid his hand over my breast, my belly, then my hip. At my thigh, he dipped his fingertips under the hem of my nightgown and began to pull it up. As he lifted it, he glanced up at me with his brows raised in question.“Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Oh, yes, please.”I lifted my hips enough for him to slowly slide the nightgown up. As he did, gold flashed in his eyes, and his lips parted. His touch was soft but so steady as he pulled it up, revealing my pale skin and small breasts. A flush built in my cheeks—he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.And I loved it.I pulled the nightgown over my head and tossed it aside, then flopped back onto the bed, trying to will any shy feelings away as he looked at me. He ran one hand from my thigh, over my hip and my waist, to the curve of my breast, then squeezed gently and smoothed his thumb over my nipple. It hardened under his touch, and I gasped as an unexpected bolt of sensation coursed through me; I ar
He maneuvered off me just enough to wrestle out of his pants and toss them aside. Again he crawled on top of me, except this time heat radiated from his bare body. His dick was thick, hard, dark with desire; he kissed me deeply and I slid my hand between us. I slid my palm over his chest, abs, then down to his erect cock. It was so hard in my hand, and so hot, but the skin was velvety-soft, and he groaned gorgeously when I gave it one firm stroke from root to tip.He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against my temple and groan, “Fuck, Reyna.”“Please,” I said again. It felt like the only word I knew. “I want you.”He mouthed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. “Yes?” he asked. “You want me inside you?”I nodded desperately. I did want that—I was a little nervous, but I wasn’t scared. He always made me feel good. Somehow I already knew this would be even better.“Really?” he asked.I stroked him again, firmly this time.He panted. “You’re sure?”“You want me to beg?” I asked, then squeezed h
He kissed my skin again, then rolled to the side, but only so he could shimmy down my body again.“Wait.” I petted over his sweaty hair and he looked up at me, warm brown eyes curious. He was so handsome it nearly took my breath away. Well—if I had any breath left after all that exertion. “I—I’m sensitive right now.”He grinned that familiar wolfish grin at me again. “Not going there again,” he said.Then, to my shock, he dragged his tongue over my belly and the white stripes of his release staining my skin.I gasped, stunned to stillness as he licked my skin. He was cleaning me up—cleaning me up and claiming me at the same time. It was so nasty it made me flush, now that my head was cleared by my post-orgasmic state. It was nasty, but it was also sexy. The force of my own desire shocked me, and my pussy throbbed at the sight of it, even though I was far too exhausted to go another round.Elias finished cleaning me up, and punctuated it with a kiss under my navel. I hummed with pleasu
Elias stormed into the bedroom in a huff when I was in the midst of braiding my hair.“Oh, hello,” I said. “Should I ask how negotiations are going?”Frustration radiated off him in waves. He stormed over to the small bar cart in the corner and poured himself a finger of brandy even though it was barely noon.“We’re going in circles,” he groused. “One minute, Draunar is demanding more land, and the next his advisors are suggesting they not look power-hungry, lest they make Askon suspicious. Then, the tax advisor wants adjustments to the proposed trade policy, then the general wants more land, and then Draunar is the one questioning if that will make Shianga look power-hungry, and around and around they go.” He shook his head. “It’s exhausting. I almost wonder if they’re doing it on purpose to stall the talks.”My dreamy mood was suddenly doused in cold water. My anxiety spiked a little. “What do you mean? Why would he try to stall the talks?”“I don’t know,” Elias said. He sighed and