Flashes of red and silver through the trees caught Violet Bellerose's eye. Horse hooves thundered through the forest underbrush. Startled deer and squirrels bounded ahead on either side of the riverbank. The punt kept its lazy course on the water."Faster!" she commanded the captain.He looked her dead in the eye and pulled the steering pole from the water. The small boat ran aground as horses emerged from the trees. Their riders bore the emblem of Ipsit—the neighboring kingdom to hers, Basharr.Violet reached for her bow, but the captain thrust the steering pole to her chest. "They'd rather you alive than dead, but I get paid for delivery either way.""You knew who I was this whole time," she guessed.He nodded, greed plastering his face. "News travels fast, especially when magic is involved."A new rider, tall and broad-shouldered, parted the sea of horses. His blue eyes shimmered in the sun, fixating on Violet with a hunger she knew only a blood elf could possess. His dark hair fell
"You live in a palace made of glass?"Violet stared up at the grand building, piercing through the clouds ensconcing Basharr's Blackwood Mountain. The rest of the city sprawled out below the palace, tucked safely behind great walls of black stone."It's perfectly safe. That glass is stronger than iron or stone and has housed my family for generations," Eden replied."At least my ancestors knew about privacy," Violet muttered, urging her horse forward.They made it to the gates. The black metal swung silently open, and Violet saw the courtyard for the first time.Colors burst from every corner. Wisteria trees draped the paths, offering a pastel canopy to the courtiers wandering about. Wild roses sprung from the edge of a small stream. A golden eagle perched in a cottonwood tree."Nothing is pruned or controlled," Violet noticed, dismounting to brush the painted face of a pansy flower."I control the rain, not what my land does with it. This way," Eden replied.The horses were taken to t
Violet and Eden ducked into a side entrance of the palace. Cries of terror echoed through the halls. Blue powder streaked the glass walls and hung in the air."Cover your face," Eden commanded, pulling his collar close. "Get the people who aren't infected out."Violet tugged the cream scarf from her hair and tied it around her face. Her curls cascaded down her back in a sea of onyx.Eden started to leave but Violet stopped him. "What are you going to do?""Find the assassin. Kill him.""Doesn't the assassin want to kill you? I mean, why else would they spread this mania through the court? And you want to go straight to them?"He met her gaze. "Can I trust you, Violet?"She nodded, pushing her lies out of her mind—they didn't make her less trustworthy. She hoped. "Yes, my king."He handed her his bow, eyeing the full quiver still strapped to her leg. "Keep the people safe. That's all that matters."He headed for the depths of the palace.Violet nocked an arrow to her bow. Carefully, she
"You can't wear that," Jasmine chided. "Try this."The maid had taken her rescue at Violet's hands very seriously and asked to be assigned to her to help Violet adjust to court life. If Violet had known she'd be turned into a frosted pastry in the process, she'd would've said no.Violet took the lavender silk with all its lace and pearls and tried not to grimace. "Jasmine, this is very kind, but I can't be a bodyguard in these dresses. I need trousers and a tunic. Like the men."Jasmine couldn't hide her disappointment. "Very well. I finished the black trousers last night. There's a matching black shirt. It might be tight fit—I couldn't get your measurements after you fell asleep."Violet dug the pieces out. "You made all this last night? Jasmine, you're amazing."The younger girl grinned. "They didn't have a uniform for a woman so I figured it was the least I could do." She took a step toward Violet. "You're still going to teach me how to shoot, right?""A promise is a promise," Viole
Fields of lavender stretched out on either side of the road. The soothing scent wrapped around the wheels and filtered through the open windows. Violet took a deep breath. She sat in the royal carriage, across from Eden who was consumed by a book on the origins of Basharr's drumming songs. More than one bookworm in the family, clearly.Petros had returned to the city, leaving Violet and Eden on their fifth and final visit to the villages. "Have you travelled much outside of Eloy?" Eden asked.Violet smirked. "Is it that obvious?"He closed his book. "I thought you were going to stick your head out of the window like a wild dog when we passed that field of roses."She laughed. "Anything to get rid of the stench that broccoli field left on the carriage."Both their noses wriggled at the recollection."I enjoy seeing the kingdom through fresh eyes," Eden said. "What has been your favorite part so far?""That's easy," Violet replied. "Every time the villagers put an instrument in your han
Violet and Eden stayed the rest of the day at Catalina, cleaning and talking with the villagers. There were fallen trees, waves of dried mud against the homes, and hail damage on every roof. Violet needed to rescue her arrow from the side of the tavern, too. Eden had left his crown in the carriage after the storm had blown it through the mud. Even without it he looked regal, too handsome to be chopping fallen trees."Now I understand why Catalina was never on the royal tour for rain rituals," Eden remarked to the village leader, Tamsen, taking a break on one of the split logs.He chuckled, clearly a bit nervous. "We did think it odd, my king, but who am I to question your edicts?""I appreciate the respect, but I'd always rather know the truth, Tamsen," Eden said, looking straight at Violet.She sighed and scraped another shovel full of mud from the side of a home. She couldn't believe Eden had the nerve to be mad at her when he was the one refusing to talk. All afternoon, he'd avoided
Violet lay in bed, waiting for Jasmine's knock. She'd been awake for hours, replaying her carriage ride home with the king.With Eden. The Monarch's name was sacred, not a thing to pass the lips of a commoner without a title to protect it, yet he'd made an exception for her. She knew she'd been right to mark him dangerous when they met. With exceptions like this, who knew what lines he could get her to cross? She knew who she was, despite her magic: a girl from Eloy. Reaching for more than that was an invitation to trouble.Her father's words still rang in her ears. "There is no place for an ungrateful upstart in my home. Take your power and go." Her mother didn't say anything, just clung to her father's arm as if afraid of Violet. As if she hadn't been their daughter for the past twenty-two years. She would serve King Eden, but she would not allow the closeness of last night to happen again.Jasmine's gentle knock came from the hall."Come in," Violet called.***With the rain ritua
The edict for the borderlands consumed Eden's attention all day. His advisors were in and out of his chambers. Petros kept close, a quill constantly in hand. Raegan stopped by with meals but wasn't permitted to stay long.Violet watched over the debates and rewrites. The musical instruments hanging from every spare space in the walls kept her fascinated. She longed to see him play each one.The day dragged on until the sun finally dipped into night. Petros headed out to deliver the edict to riders that would spread the message to the corners of Basharr. Lord Lennox and Lord Gregor left first. The rest of the lords drifted away, one by one. The glass palace coasted between waking and sleeping."The princess is waiting for you in the kitchens, my king. Will you join her?" Violet asked."We have the place to ourselves, Violet. Call me Eden." He leaned back, weariness drooping his shoulders. "I feel like I didn't see the sky all day.""It was there," Violet replied, smirking. "Not a cloud
All of Basharr and Ipsit seemed to have packed into the capital. And all the other kingdoms had sent representatives to the coronation, turning the city into a rainbow of celebration. As many of those people as possible now crowded into the palace and grounds, packing the corridors and throne room.Violet stood next to Eden. He wore matching white silk trousers and tunic. The robe over them was edged with the same colorful streams of fabric Violet wore on her gown. His white hair hung loose over his shoulders, slightly brushed back from his face, leaving a few wisps of short hair dangling in his eyes. He was gorgeous, as always. But the crowd captivated Violet even more. Every face looked up at her. Without meaning to, she realized this was the life she'd been reaching for the moment she entered the capital. To find acceptance, love, and power. She'd fought hard, putting everything she had into the search and now—as she looked out at her people and looked across at her love—she realiz
***One Month LaterGarlands of olive branches and daisies swept through Basharr's palace. The animated statues played music constantly. Courtiers and attendants hustled to brush gold leaf across the palms of every visitor. It was meant to show the prosperity all elves would share under Eden and Violet's reign.The grounds were filled with eager eyes, ready to glimpse the coronation of the new Monarchs of Basharr and Ipsit. The other elven realms like Eilon, Neve, and Kash had already signed treaties to join their lands to Basharr as allies. The throne room sat waiting, draped in swathes of white lace and linen, with orange and olive trees as a backdrop to the two thrones now on the dais.Violet could hardly believe one was to be hers. But she'd watched the workers bring it in herself. After they left Eden had shown her the secret release on the side where her bow and quiver could be kept."I know my queen can't be without her favorite toys," he teased."You know me well, my king," Viol
It was time to head home. Basharr was waiting.Eden and Violet set out with Chione, Hestia, Olivia, and Raegan in tow. They took the southern bridge, devoid of life and burnt, to honor the four soldiers that fell before the resurrected Monarchs.A few moments of silence reminded Violet how many more had been sacrificed by Curzon on the altar of his pride. The elven kingdoms wouldn't heal overnight from so many losses. She looked over at Eden—it was their job now to make sure those who remained felt safe in their homes whether they were blood or high elf."There are dead ones at the end of the bridge," Eden said quietly, nodding toward the gathered pale figures. They blocked the end of the bridge and filled the streets into Ipsit's capital. Some were spirits; others were living blood elves hosting a spirit. They were armed but all of their swords hung loose from their hands. They looked weary."They want to go home," Violet said, getting off her horse.She walked up to the waiting spir
Curzon's death was quiet.The Bastion didn't crumble. The dead didn't disappear. No one knew the war was over. Violet, Eden, and their allies weren't free of Curzon's deeds yet.But in that still moment with the sun streaming on her face and Eden beside her, Violet let the victory wash over her. Every muscle, each bone, deserved to know that he would never touch her again. He could never harm her or the people she cared about. She approached Eden who still stood near Curzon's body. He hadn't stopped staring since he bit the Blood King.She touched his arm. "Eden?"He startled at her voice and backed away from her, his expression dark. There was blood all over him—his hands, his tunic, even specks on his trousers. He looked like he'd been dragged through carnage. "Don't get close to me," he said."What do you mean? Why?""I—I'm a Blood Monarch. I fed on him.""You saved Hestia and Olivia—you saved all of us," Violet answered.He searched her face, confusion etched on his brow. "You do
The great chamber filled with black storm clouds. Wind picked up, blowing out the candles and tearing at the wooden paneled room. Lightning danced from cloud to cloud. Eden stood beneath it all, robed in mist. His gold gaze pierced through the tumult.He brought down lightning strike after strike down on Curzon. The Blood King smoked. His body thrashed under the electrical current and Violet heard him gasp for air. Eden brought down the fifth strike and Curzon lay still. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing.Eden descended the dais, aiming for Violet, but Curzon's eyes flared open and he jumped to his feet. "I'm the King of the Dead," he crowed. "You cannot kill me."He stood between Eden and Violet while Violet faded away. Reigniting Eden's magic had been too much for her. The little bit of strength she possessed was with him now. Eden saw her struggling."Step aside," he commanded Curzon, lightning twisting around his arms up to his shoulders.The gold never left
Smoke filled Violet's lungs.Fire lashed The Bastion, leaving behind charred shadows.Violet felt empty. Magic had left carefully carved basins inside of her since she left Eloy, etched by pieces of royal souls. Eden had excavated her the deepest, but Raegan opened entirely new possibilities. Scratches of Chione, Dalyla, Caiphas, and Rabiah would soon wear away. Curzon had tried to forge her in his own image but failed.As Violet lay in a pool of her own spent power, she wished for one more chance to feel Eden's ancient storm power. To feel the rain beat against her skin and the thunder rumbling in his voice. It was the only resurrection she needed.But she was alone and her heart struggled against the rest of her body's desire to finally sleep.Her mind wandered as metal creaked behind her. The thought that someone might be there occurred to her but she was too weak to care. Too far gone to notice the sun rising on her left."Violet Bellerose, you waited for me."Curzon appeared befor
Raegan shifted into her falcon form with a flash of golden light. Her screech sent shivers through the dead horde. The moment of distraction gave Violet the chance to draw two arrows and fire them into the spirits. At the same time Raegan flew through the dead ones, her razor-sharp gold wings slicing at their faces.A sliver of a path cleared through the dead ones and Violet took it. She dodged two blades. Tucked and rolled between the legs of one spirit. Dalyla was ahead of Violet, overseeing her fellow dead from The Bastion's gates amid the flames Rabiah had left behind.A soul stepped between Violet and her goal."You," Violet fumed, recognizing the same enormous brute who kidnapped her at Toreva. "We have unfinished business."The hollow eyes remained unresponsive, but he raised his sword and tried to strike Violet. She jumped to the side, colliding with another dead one. She tried to stab Violet, too. Three more joined in, surrounding Violet.The moment of distraction was over. V
Violet tipped two of her arrows into the fire burning out at her feet. "You four keep them distracted," she commanded the soldiers across the bridge. She turned to Hestia, Olivia, and Sky, "You three with me."The eight attacked. Violet launched her arrows at Rabiah. They turned to ash when they got close to the Queen. The four soldiers went down with terror at Caiphas' hand, writhing on the bridge.Dalyla's hands were covered in familiar cobalt powder with her gaze riveted to Violet."Don't let her touch you!" Violet declared."The powder will turn you manic," Sky said before Violet could.The boy picked two small knives from his waist and flung them at the queens. Rabiah melted the blades with a blast. Hestia and Olivia charged the queens, their daggers flashing.Sky was about to join when Violet pulled him back. She was about to ask how he knew about the powder but her hand brushed the bare skin of his collarbone and Violet felt magic rumbling beneath the surface. Something was diff
Toreva had become the headquarters for what remained of Basharr's fighting force. The western edge of the plundered town swelled with tents, horses, and soldiers all under Captain Augustus' command. Despite the devastation, it was still the easiest pass between Ipsit and Basharr and had to be defended. Florian brought Violet, Hestia, and Olivia to Augustus."He's the senior officer," Florian explained. "You've convinced my men, but we can't abandon Augustus. If he gives his permission, then we'll follow you into Ipsit.""I understand," Violet replied, searching Florian's steady gaze. "It doesn't seem I've convinced you, though."He shook his head and sighed. "I said I would go with you. Let that be enough."Florian moved to guide her up the hill to Augustus' tent but Violet stopped him, done with the game they kept playing with each other. "You're angry with me. Why won't you just say it?""How can I be mad? We don't owe each other anything," he answered."I'm aware of that," she said,