“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 wouldn’t approve of.”
I frowned. He spoke of Elias like the two were old friends—when I knew that wasn’t the case.
Or at least, I thought I knew.
“King Elias isn’t the only one with decision-making power, I assume,” King Draunar said. “I’d like to know you better as well—as your own woman, not just as the king’s wife. It’ll aid in our kingdom’s peace talks. Don’t you agree?”
I exhaled through my nose, suppressing a more dramatic deep breath. I glanced over my shoulder at the settee. Fina scowled, her focus on King Draunar, looking like she could leap to my defense at any moment. Adora had her hands folded demurely in her lap and her expression was carefully impassive.
There was no good answer here. Either I turned him down, potentially causing problems in Elias’ negotiations, or I accepted a private lunch date without knowing what he wanted from me. If I had two bad choices in front of me, I was always going to pick the one that would give me more answers.
“Well,” I said, “I do hope you’ll pardon me, but I’d like to see what the day brings and send word in the morning. Would that be acceptable?”
The green in his eyes seemed to suddenly glow brighter, but only for a moment. I didn’t need to see that to know my answer hadn’t pleased him. He cleared his throat and stood up straight.
“Fine,” he said curtly. “I’ll expect word from your handmaidens in the morning.”
7
T
he rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind. By the time I made it back to my quarters, the Shiangan staff were nearly in a tizzy because I was apparently behind schedule to get ready. They dressed me in the finest gown I’d brought, black silk with a high collar and lace sleeves, letting my hair fall in pale waves over my shoulders before fastening the delicate gold crown across my forehead.
Elias met me just outside the quarters, already dressed himself in a fine black silk shirt and trousers, under a ceremonial cloak fixed with a gold wolf’s head brooch. He still looked distant—like his mind was elsewhere, even as he offered my arm to guide me.
“Just try to get through this,” he murmured as we walked towards the throne room. “Draunar is a bit of a showman. Smile and nod.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He sighed. “You’ll see.”
The great ornate doors loomed ahead of us, made of ivory, and gilded with scenes of dragons swooping through a mountain range. Music was already playing behind them: pounding drums and bright horns, a high energy sound that was similar in tempo to the jigs of Nightfall, but the drums made it even more thrilling. My heartbeat synced itself up to the beat, and my nerves melted in anticipation. My time in Shianga had been odd so far—but the excitement of experiencing a new culture overwhelmed all of that.
The doors were swept open.
I gasped.
The throne room was immense, long and narrow with the entire back wall made of glass that revealed the large, gorgeously maintained courtyard behind it, exploding with plant life similar to the small one just off the guest quarters. The floors were mosaic tile, dizzying in their extensive color. In front of the glass was a dais and a polished ivory throne painted with gold, though King Draunar was not seated on it. At one end of the hall, the band indeed played on immense drums and golden horns, filling the room with melodies. The table in the center of the room was full of guests, who clapped at our arrival, though the noise was almost inaudible over the music. It was so loud.
“Where’s the king?” I asked into Elias’ ear.
“He likes to make an entrance,” Elias said.
He led us to our seats at the table, seated across from each other on either side of the head of the table, where King Draunar’s polished wooden seat sat empty. Across the table, I couldn’t even speak to Elias over the din. The woman seated next to me, a beautiful, tall guest in a silvery gown whose dark hair was done in braids, directed my gaze up to the skylights above.
The skylights were all thrown open, so the evening sun and sweet air from the gardens permeated the room. Against the golden, cloud-filled sky, dragons were flying above us.
I gasped. There were so many of them, too; at least a dozen swooped and coiled around each other like they had when we’d first rolled through the palace gates. There was one that was larger than the others. His wings were immense, pale green against the yellow sky, but his scales were a rich emerald color, shot through with the occasional golden scale.
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
I hadn’t seen any of the town at large, not since we’d rolled through the palace gates and into the courtyard. The four of us took a carriage to the center. Fina and Adora were nearly vibrating with excitement, and Elias looked pleased just to be out from under King Draunar’s thumb.The town outside Shianga was beautiful. It was quieter than Efra, with low buildings made of stone and clay, cobbled streets, and shop doors painted in bright colors like jewels. Fina hopped out of the coach first and adjusted her wide-brimmed straw hat against the afternoon sun.“Wow!” she said, and spun on her heel, taking in the town square with a wide smile. “This place is amazing! Come on, Adora!”Adora hurried out of the carriage, looking a little more hesitant than Fina did. She tugged at the collar of her linen dress. “Where did the attendants say the tailor was?”I stepped out of the carriage. “The tailor?”“Yes!” Fina said. “Did you see the golden robes the king wore? Apparently, that’s a fabric
“I’m looking to learn more about the history of Shianga and Frasia,” I said.Gulde glanced nervously at Elias. Something in Elias’ expression made him grimace and turn back to me. “You’ve certainly come to the right place,” he said. “Right this way.”“Take your time,” Elias said. He dropped into a rickety chair by the hearth with a relieved sigh. The sight made me bite back a smile—he was clearly savoring this brief moment of peace away from the palace.I followed Gulde to the back of the shop. He waved me behind the desk, and then guided me through a tiny doorway I never would’ve even noticed if he hadn’t directed me to it.“This is where I keep the rare books,” he said. He tapped the wall and sconces, mounted high on the interiors, glowed warmly. The walls were lined with glass cabinets, sparsely filled, but they were clearly well-tended. Gulde unlocked one of them and peered inside. “What exactly are you looking to learn more about?”Curiosity gnawed at me. Some of the books in her