Freya's POVI shuffled dejectedly up the walkway to Lena's front door, barely resisting the urge to drag my feet like a sullen child. Ever since being stood up by Mars after the tournament, I had been moping around endlessly replaying his perceived rejection. Lena answered on the first knock, brows furrowing in concern when she saw my hangdog expression. "Oh Freya, what's happened?" She drew me inside and onto the plush sofa, draping a soft blanket around my shoulders.I stared numbly at my knotted hands. "Mars never came. He doesn't return my feelings after all." I finally choked out. Lena squeezed my arm comfortingly. "You don't know that for certain. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." Though her tone aimed for reassurance, we both knew it was likely false hope. My confidence had taken a beating and I just wanted to wallow in self-pity.After listening patiently to my woeful recounting of the tournament after-party, Lena suggested gently, "Why not ask Mars directly why he
Frost's POV The heavy oaken door closed behind me with an air of finality as I entered the war room. My officers stood gathered around the massive circular table, murmuring in hushed tones. At my entrance, they straightened to attention, faces grim. I surveyed them all silently for a moment before taking my place at the head of the table."Report," I commanded tersely. No need for pleasantries when dark tidings were afoot. Flint, my broad-shouldered second in command, spoke first. "The southern border towns are still wary after last week's unprovoked attacks, Commander. Whoever carried them out left no traces or banners. Vanished like ghosts." He shook his head in frustration.I nodded, having suspected as much. "And no demands were made? Nothing taken?""No sir," Flint affirmed. "Seems violence was their only aim. Putting us on edge is my guess."I considered this unsettling news. Such random brutality marked the work of lawless mercenaries or thrill-seeking raiders. But with what
Lena's POVI sat propped up comfortably against the plush pillows, watching in amusement as Ryder bustled about the bedroom attentively. Ever since we had returned from the hospital and he learned of my pregnancy, he had scarcely let me lift a finger - fluffing my pillows, bringing all my meals upstairs, even insisting on helping me bathe and dress despite my fierce blushing. At times his fussing bordered on smothering, but I could hardly fault the man for being concerned about his first child soon entering the world. So I held my tongue and indulged his doting antics with good humor. "There, is that pillow positioned just right? Can I fetch you anything at all before I draw your bath?" Ryder hovered anxiously, seeming reluctant to leave my side for even a moment. I smiled reassuringly, catching his hand and bringing it to my lips. "All is well, my love. Your care means the world, truly." Ryder exhaled in relief, caressing my cheek. "Forgive my smothering instincts. I only wish to
Lena's POVI sat propped up comfortably against the plush pillows, watching in amusement as Ryder bustled about the bedroom attentively. Ever since we had returned from the hospital and he learned of my pregnancy, he had scarcely let me lift a finger - fluffing my pillows, bringing all my meals upstairs, even insisting on helping me bathe and dress despite my fierce blushing. At times his fussing bordered on smothering, but I could hardly fault the man for being concerned about his first child soon entering the world. So I held my tongue and indulged his doting antics with good humor. "There, is that pillow positioned just right? Can I fetch you anything at all before I draw your bath?" Ryder hovered anxiously, seeming reluctant to leave my side for even a moment. I smiled reassuringly, catching his hand and bringing it to my lips. "All is well, my love. Your care means the world, truly." Ryder exhaled in relief, caressing my cheek. "Forgive my smothering instincts. I only wish to
Freya's POVI secured the last of the practice weapons back in the armory racks with a weary sigh. The sun was dipping low on the horizon now that training was concluded for the day, and an unfamiliar melancholy stole over me. These solitary evenings had become my norm of late, with Lena sequestered away recovering and Frost still not speaking to me after our quarrel.Shutting the heavy oak doors behind me, I stood aimlessly in the empty courtyard for a moment. I longed to check in on Lena, but the thought of another hostile confrontation with my bullheaded brother made me bristle. Let Frost come to me contritely when he decided to stop acting like a pompous ass. As I meandered slowly back to my quarters, an idea took root - why not visit that sweet elderly woman I'd met at the village hospital? She had seemed to appreciate my company, and right now I needed a sympathetic ear more than ever. Decision made, I hurried off to purchase some fruit tarts from her favorite bakery to bring a
Hunter's POVThe pungent scent of bubbling chemicals surrounded me as I carefully measured out powders and tinctures into the alembic on my workbench. This latest experimental formula needed to distill for a full month before being viable, but all initial signs were promising. If successful, just a small dose could temporarily bestow a mortal with a dragon's keen senses and preternatural speed. An invaluable edge for my human allies in the coming conflicts. But rushing the delicate alchemical process now would court only disaster and wasted time. Patience and precision were vital.I was so focused on steadily dripping the reactive dragon's blood into the solution that the sudden bang of my workshop door being flung violently open made me start and slop corrosive ingredients across the table. "Fuck..." I cursed vehemently, hurriedly neutralizing the spill before it could eat through wood and flesh. So much for that batch!Whirling with bared fangs on the disruption threatening life a
May's POV I could not contain my curiosity ever since Hunter had mysteriously claimed he was going to meet his fiancée. As far as I knew, Hunter had never shown romantic interest in anyone before. The elders had tried unsuccessfully many times to arrange a marriage for the handsome, wealthy clan leader. But all potential brides had quickly given up on attracting the stoic man's attention after the first failed attempt.Whoever had finally caught Hunter's eye must be truly extraordinary. I simply had to learn more about this mystery woman who had somehow thawed the commander's icy reserve when no one else could. I knew it was risky to pry into his private affairs, but the urge was too strong to resist.So when Hunter finished meeting with his advisers and headed off alone, I stealthily trailed after him from a distance. I watched as Hunter went first to the officer's quarters, then the mess hall restroom. Seizing my chance while he was preoccupied, I snuck over to the men's lavatory e
Lena's POVI was lounging in the parlor idly leafing through a book when Sara, one of the housemaids, came rushing in looking flustered. "Pardon the intrusion Ms Lena, but we've caught an intruder lurking about the grounds. With Sir Frost away, we thought it best to bring the matter to you." I sat up, instantly intrigued. It wasn't often we had trespassers here. Frost kept the manor grounds well secured. Setting my book aside, I rose swiftly. "Take me to see this intruder at once."Sara inclined her head. "Right away, Ms. We've detained them down in the holding cells beneath the barracks." As we made our way briskly across the manor lawns, I pondered who could have slipped past Frost's meticulous security. A spy perhaps, or a thief hoping to steal from the absent lord's home. Either way, dealing with this distraction beat lounging about bored. I had been going stir-crazy confined to the manor while Frost was away.The dank stone holding cells beneath the barracks were rarely used