I still felt distant from myself, unreal, like the events of the past few weeks had happened to someone else. How was it possible that I was standing safely in this room? How was it possible that the man who raised me had tried to steal the throne? That the duchess’ blade had been at my throat just a little while ago? And that just days before that, I’d been a hostage of the Fae queen, and before that, a relic in Draunar’s hoard?
I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I stood at the window. The sky turned golden with the dawn and the soup cooled to a lukewarm temperature in my bowl. I was about to give up, crawl onto the welcoming mattress and try to sleep, when finally, finally, the door opened.
I turned from the window.
Elias stepped over the threshold. The King of Frasia.
My husband.
In the privacy of our quarters, with his exhausted gaze meeting mine, the numbness finally cracked like ice inside me. I dropped the soup and barreled forward, threw my arms around his neck, and pulled him close to me. He hummed a low, surprised sound, then embraced me just as tightly. I didn’t care about the dirt, the sweat, or the blood still flecked on his skin. At least he’d lost his armor somewhere along the way. I buried my face in the side of his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled like home.
“Elias,” I choked out. My throat was tight, and tears burned hot behind my eyes. This time, I didn’t try to hold them back. I let the sob tear itself from my throat as I slumped against him, trusting him to hold me up.
“I’m here,” he murmured. He kissed my temple and just held me, his strong arms wrapped around my body as grief and exhaustion poured out of me. It was a catharsis eased by the rhythmic, smoothing motion of his hands up and down my back.
Eventually, I cried myself out, and then pulled back and rubbed my eyes. “Sorry,” I murmured. “You must be exhausted.”
“Reyna,” he said. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”
I took his face in my palms and looked at him. Really looked at him. I was trying to commit his face to memory again, the gold-flecked depths of his brown pupils, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyelids, the stubble along his strong jawline.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry about your father.”
“He’s not—he wasn’t—my father.” Still, tears welled up in my eyes again. “You shouldn’t be sorry for what you had to do. He deserved it. He deserved worse, for everything he did to me, and for his treason.”
Elias said nothing. He just kept holding me close, his hands on my waist. He was patient while I gathered my thoughts.
“But even though he never really loved me… And was never truly my father…”
“He still raised you,” Elias said. “You can’t change that.”
I nodded. “It still hurts. His betrayal, his death—all of it. It just hurts.”
“I know,” he said.
He didn’t have to say anything more than that. I knew he knew. I knew he understood. I closed my eyes and leaned against him again.
“Come on,” he said warmly. “I smell terrible. Let me get cleaned up.”
“Mmf,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to let him go, but I didn’t put up too much of a fight when he unwrapped my arms and pulled me toward the ensuite bathroom. Inside, he stripped off his sweat-stained clothes, and then stepped into the tub of mostly clean water I’d left behind. It couldn’t be more than lukewarm now, but he still sighed in relief as he sank in and began to scrub the grime from his body.
“Here,” I said. “Let me.”
I pulled up a small stool behind him, guiding Elias to lean his head back against the edge of the tub. To my surprise, he didn’t resist. His eyes flickered and closed as he leaned further towards me. I wet his hair, then poured a small amount of shampoo into my palm, working it into a lather before I gently raked my fingers through dark locks. He groaned with pleasure as I did so, seeming to melt even deeper into the bathwater.
For a moment I worked in silence, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. Then I asked, “Are you all right? After everything?”
He sighed heavily.
“After the duchess?” I asked. “Are you okay?”
“It’s strange,” he said in a low, rumbling voice. “I didn’t know she was like that. So power-hungry. She’d always been controlling. Particular. But I never thought… I never thought she’d do anything like this.”
“Seems like Rodthar may have had something to do with that,” I said.
“Perhaps he encouraged it,” Elias said, “but no one could make my mother do anything she didn’t want to do.”
I gazed down at him, at his closed eyes, and the small furrow in his brow.
“I should’ve seen it coming,” Elias said. “I should’ve suspected it. How could I have been so blind? How could she have changed so much without me noticing anything?”
“She saw you becoming a leader,” I said. “No longer allowing her to lead from the shadows.”
“I guess that started from the Choice,” Elias said. “The first time I went against her wishes.”
“That was the first time?”
He nodded. I began to rinse the shampoo from his hair.
“I wonder sometimes if there was a way to pull my father out of the craziness,” Elias said. “We didn’t try. Mother said the only way forward was to kill him. That we’d lost him forever. I was so young.” The muscles in his jaw twitched. “I trusted her when she told me that was the only way. But when I went into the mountains, I felt crazy too. And yet I was able to emerge from it. You brought me back.”
I pressed my palms to his head and leaned down, kissing the crown of his head.
“I wonder if I could’ve done so for my father,” he murmured. “If we had just tried. I wonder now—if Mother wanted him dead. If she wanted me on the throne. I was young. Easy to manipulate.”
The thought was so horrifying it rattled down my spine like a physical touch. Had Duchess Alana really been capable of something so awful? Using her son to get rid of her own husband?“He’d be proud of you now,” I said. “That much I know.”He swallowed hard, his eyes closed tight. My heart broke for him—for us both—but there was still a flare of pride there too. It hurt, but we’d done the right thing. For ourselves, and for our kingdom.“Come on,” I said, “let’s get some sleep before we have to face your adoring subjects in a few hours.”Elias climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and then we fell into the bed as quickly as we could. We wouldn’t have much peace now, not with all the work that needed to be done to heal the city from Rodthar’s terrible leadership, and then the specter of Corinne looming in the future. There wasn’t a lot of peace to be found, but there was a little here, in this moment. The sun had already crossed the horizon, but with Elias’ arms finally around me, sl
She smiled gently. “Well, I’m grateful to you for keeping them to yourself. Some shifters are not so keen to be reminded of our continued existence.”I nodded, glancing toward the back room.Aerika caught it. “They have even closer lineage than I do. It’s safer for them to stay there. I do the guest-facing work when I can.” She finished pinning the hem and moved up to check the fit of the waistband. “There’s no word going around. It’s more like…a feeling.”“A feeling?”She nodded. “There was a feeling when the queen was taken captive—though we didn’t know that was what happened. I felt like a hole had been struck inside of me, somehow, and my power was beginning to slowly drain out. So slowly I hardly noticed it happening. And then, a few weeks ago, suddenly the hole was plugged. I felt stronger. More awake. More like myself again.” She smiled again, softly. “Like I’d been living in a fog, and didn’t even realize it until it cleared. I knew something had changed. I had my suspicions,
There was Giles from Dawnguard, a broad-shouldered man dressed in leather armor, with a scar over one eye. From Duskmoon, Isalde, a tall woman who looked remarkably like Fina, wearing an immense necklace of amethyst and onyx. Starcrest had sent an older woman, Marget, whose eyes were clouded with blindness, but not Ealric, and for that I was grateful. It would have been a little much to have to navigate sitting at this table with Ealric and Barion of Daybreak.We took our seats at the head. I was between Barion and Elias, and anxiety was already crawling in my throat.“Thank you all for attending,” Elias said, “and welcome to Efra. I trust your journeys were not too challenging.”Around the table, murmurs of assent.“If I may,” Barion said. “Before we start, I do believe it’d be best for me to speak on the recent happenings.”He held my gaze as he said it, and he looked…beaten down. Terrible even. So unlike the gregarious man who had trained me all through my youth. His fine clothes w
“The talks in Shianga were doomed from the start,” he said, “courtesy of Rodthar of Daybreak. I hope having you all here, as a show of good faith, will prevent such complications in these talks. Since all of our fates hang in the balance.”The heads of the packs agreed to stay until word was received from Askon. Now all that was left to discuss were the details of the invitation we would send to the jaguars. Elias nodded to the servants posted at the edge of the room, and on his command, they exited and returned with the fine spread of boar and vegetables prepared for dinner.As the conversation moved away from the more serious topics of politicking to the more casual engagements of wolves catching up, Elias got roped into a conversation with Giles, and at my side, Barion topped off my glass of wine from the carafe in the center of the table.“Your Highness,” he said quietly, “I owe you an apology as well.”I sighed and closed my eyes briefly. “Please,” I said. “Not now.”Barion’s exp
There was a part of me that wondered why I still wanted to shift so badly. I’d spent so much time trapped in that shape—shouldn’t I be sick of it? Yet I only felt more connected to my wolf. We weren’t two separate identities in the same body. We were two sides of the same coin. Connected. One and the same. A run sounded amazing—a break from the responsibilities of leadership—but we had no time for that now.We could take a break in other ways, though.I took control of the kiss with a hand on his nape. Elias smiled against my lips, surprised and pleased. I set my hands at his chest and pushed him backward. He took a few steps back until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and then I pushed him down. He hit the mattress with a smirk, then scooted back, propped up on one elbow. He watched me with one eyebrow raised slightly, curiously, like he was waiting for something.I felt my face heat slightly. I still wasn’t used to being looked at like this—watched so openly, and with
I had never seen such a grand procession of carriages. I had to intentionally keep my jaw shut as they rolled seemingly without end through the gates of the manor. The carriages were pure black, detailed with gold, and pulled by gorgeous horses with sleek black pelts. They carried no markings of the jaguars, but the sheer beauty of the carriages proved they were royal. Two carriages rolled ahead, guided by a few servants hustling on foot—luggage and servants of Askon’s own, I assumed. The third carriage in the line came to a stop at the front doors of the palace. The horses tossed their heads, nickering; the driver hopped down and swept into a dramatic bow before he opened the door to the carriage.I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I had a vision of what jaguar shifters might look like—tall and elegant, catlike and sleek, dressed in gold and jewels, like the dragons of Shianga. But the two that stepped out of the carriage surprised me.The queen emerged first. She was a short, lean
I pushed open the door to the balcony and stepped outside, immediately sighing with pleasure in the crisp, cool midday air. Enet joined me, then braced both hands on the railing and gazed out over the tree line.“It’s beautiful here,” she said. “Colder than Askon, but just as lush.”“I’ve read about Askon,” I said. “And pored over the maps and the few sketches we have. Your architecture is incredible.”Enet smiled, looking vaguely impressed. “You’re interested in Askonian architecture?”“It’s unique,” I said, “building around the trees like that. I hope to include some of that style if Efra continues to grow.”Enet nodded. “What else have you read about Askon?” she asked.I knew a leading question when I heard one. I stood next to her, gazing out over the tree line.“There’s not much in the library,” I said. “Frasia hasn’t maintained a close relationship with Askon, obviously. But there’s some history.”“History that led you to call on us rather than Osna, or Cruora?”“We’re also both
Elias and I sat at a long table atop the dais, with Enet and Khainan seated at our sides. The band played a riotous, fast-moving song, and the crowd of wolves on the floor engaged in one of Nightfall’s many elegant, quick, high-energy jigs. I caught a few glimpses of Fina and Adora in the crowd, exchanging grins as they bounced gleefully between dance partners. Laughter rang through the room as men swung women up into the air, dark skirts flashed like waves, and even a few kisses were snuck on the dance floor.Looking out over the crowd, with a glass of wine in my hand and Elias’ hand on my thigh, I felt settled. I felt like I was at home. Elias gazed over the crowd, too, then caught my eye and gave me a small smile.We’d been through a lot. In my darkest moments I’d thought I might never see him again.But here we were. Seated side by side with a convoy from abroad, overlooking our kingdom. I’d survived Draunar and Corinne both. Elias had survived a brush with craziness.If we’d made