I paused and glanced at my reflection in the mirror hanging above the fireplace in the library. My father preferred not to look at me at all, but when he did, it was easier if I looked presentable. I tucked the strands of white-blonde hair that escaped from my long plait out behind my ears and removed my reading glasses, meeting my own sharp blue eyes in the mirror. There were ink stains on my fingertips, but luckily I hadn’t gotten any on my white linen shirt and long brown skirt. My father would’ve preferred if I’d worn a bit of jewelry to show my rank. But that was his fault for summoning me on a day when I didn’t have any court responsibilities scheduled.
Vuk cleared his throat.
“I don’t need an escort, Vuk,” I said.
“It’s my duty to ensure you make this appointment safely,” Vuk said. This meant he thought I was going to run off to the market square by the docks instead of to my father’s study. Which was, honestly, not an unreasonable assessment. I sighed and followed Vuk out of the library.
Daybreak Manor was a vast, beautiful building, built of stone and wood with vaulted ceilings and windows often flung open to let in the ocean breeze and sunshine. The manor stood high on a hill above the port, just a short ride from the marketplace and the beautiful seafront town. The port was always bustling with ships coming in from all over the world, as well as carts and travelers from all of Frasia.
It was autumn. The rainy season had just ended, and the air was crisp with the promise of cold weather. Cold in Daybreak meant the townspeople would need to wear a shawl alongside their broad-rimmed straw hats to protect from the powerful sunshine. Before I was born, my father’s study was on the top floor of the manor. Despite how warm it got in that room in the summer, he’d enjoyed looking out over the sea as he worked.
That had all changed after my birth.
With Vuk behind me, I descended the narrow stone staircase to the lowest level of the manor. My father had moved his study into the basement. He said he preferred the cooler temperature in his old age. I knew it was more than that. He couldn’t stand to see life go on in the town below when his own life had ground to such a painful halt. When his wife died while bearing me, his reason for living died as well. I was nothing more than a memory of the woman he’d lost.
It was fine. I’d learned long ago to stop trying to make him actually care about me. We kept our distance from each other, even at court functions. At this point, twenty-five and long past being a lonely little girl, I found it more ridiculous than anything else. What was the point of being in a pack if you still spent all your time alone?
As we approached the wooden door to my father’s study, Vuk nudged me aside to knock on the door first. “My lord,” Vuk said, “The Lady Reyna, per your request.” “Enter,” my father said, muffled through the door.
I scowled at Vuk, then opened the door and marched inside, leaving him in the hall. He could wait for me or, preferably, go lurk around whatever halls he occupied when my father didn’t need him running errands.
“You asked for me?” I stood in front of his desk with hands clasped neatly in behind my back.
For a moment, it seemed like my father didn’t even hear me. His office looked like a hurricane had swept in off the coast and run through it. His desk was enormous, even bigger than the table I used in the library, but every inch of it was covered in papers and books and ripped-open envelopes and dried seals and dirty mugs and broken quill pens. The room was dim and without windows. The only light came from the candles peppering the overstuffed bookshelves and a handful on his desk. I liked to keep my spaces organized and well-managed—my father’s tendency toward hoarding and mess always grated my nerves. I was glad I rarely had to spend any time in this cave of a study.
The man behind the desk didn’t look any better. His dark hair was vaguely unkempt, and his complexion, which was usually tan from his duties in town, had paled slightly with the time spent in his study. He looked haggard—and frailer than I’d ever seen him.
“Lady Reyna,” he said, as if I was a random court member instead of his own daughter. “Please,
sit.”
It was just a courtesy. We both knew this conversation would move as quickly as possible. I sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair anyway.
He rifled through his papers for a long moment, frustration pinching his features, before he finally uncovered the piece of parchment he was searching for. He smoothed it out and cleared his throat. “I’ve received a notice from the king’s court in Efra.”
Official business then. Some of my nerves eased. Likely we’d have to host a trade convoy or something, and I’d be expected to turn on the charm. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He peered at the paper, then his brow met mine. “King Elias is holding a King’s Choice Tournament to choose a new bride.”
It was only my extensive schooling in etiquette that kept my mouth from dropping open in shock. “A King’s Choice? There hasn’t been a Choice in nearly—”
“A hundred years, yes,” the duke said darkly. “As it happens, the last Choice was held by your grandfather, Constantine.”
“Certainly, they’ve fallen out of fashion,” I said.
“Pack Nightfall continues to revive the old ways,” my father said. “First Drogo takes the throne by force, and now his son is so incapable of diplomacy he resorts to a competition to find a bride. Elias is a fool.” He shook his head with disdain.
“Constantine held the Choice because he already had a handful of fine suitors to choose from—the packs were scrambling to join ranks with Daybreak. The Choice was seen as a fair way for the king to choose between them. Elias is attempting to bring back what was a joyous affair for Constantine, but he lacks the Daybreak charm and panache.”King Elias isn’t the only one lacking that, I thought to myself as I glanced around the dim study.“The king knows the packs are losing faith in his ability to lead Frasia. If he doesn’t stabilize his court and kingdom, it won’t be long before another pack attempts to take the throne by force, just as Drogo did.”“He dug his own grave, then,” I said. “I say let him lie in it.”My father shook his head. “You should realize the opportunity we have at hand.”“You don’t mean to say we will be participating in this Choice?”“Of course we are,” my father said. “If we don’t send a suitor to the Choice, we will be openly insulting the king. And you know Elia
The contesting women would be the center of it. Not only would we be competing for the king’s affections—we’d be competing to win the hearts of the pack and all the wolves the king ruled over.Diplomatically, it was a good idea. If I were to take the throne, Daybreak would gain a muchneeded boost in power, and my skills would benefit Nightfall in softening their reputation as bloodthirsty, savage wolves.I huffed and shoved the letter in a drawer. Unfortunately for my father and for the king, I wasn’t going to be winning this competition.Even still, there was a tiny chance that this could work out in my favor. If I went to the King’s Choice and lost, without a doubt, my father would lower my status. I’d have substantially less responsibility in the Daybreak Court. One of his advisors would step up and complete the traderelated duties I usually took care of.I’d no longer be tied to Daybreak. If everything worked out—maybe, possibly, I could leave Frasia and travel the world like I’d
Ducking my chin, I gazed down at our feet. His presence always grounded me—made me remember that there was more to life than the political demands of the court.“What is it?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”“The duke summoned me to his study today.” I looked up, meeting Griffin’s eyes.He raised his eyebrows. “The duke? He hasn’t asked for you specifically in… Gods, in years.” “I know,” I said. “He got a dispatch from Efra.”“From the king?”I nodded. “He’s holding a King’s Choice.”Griffin was silent. He set his hand at my waist and squeezed like he knew where this was going.“Reyna… You don’t mean…?”“Yes.” Somehow saying it to Griffin made it more real. Anxiety curled in cold in my chest. “I’m to go as the representative from Daybreak.”Griffin stepped back and pushed both hands through his hair. “You can’t. Reyna, you can’t go to the Court of Nightfall.”“I don’t exactly have a choice here,” I said. “I’m a Lady of the Court, and the duke has ordered me to go.”“Fuck the duke,” Griffin s
Now, I stood at the front gate of the manor. Three trunks were stacked up behind me and a fine brand-new, fur-lined coat hung over my arm. I was dressed simply in a linen skirt and blouse for the travel, but I had a fine silk gown to wear for when I made my entrance at Efra.Over the past three days, I felt like I’d barely had a chance to breathe. I’d had my hair done, my nails groomed, my skin exfoliated, undergone a brush-up on my etiquette, and a crash course in the history of all five packs. No one knew exactly what to expect from the King’s Choice, especially one held by Nightfall after a hundred years. The best I could do was to be prepared in, well, everything.“You think you brought enough?” Barion asked, eyeballing the three trunks stacked up behind me. He had a simple canvas bag swung over his shoulder and was dressed in his usual workwear of linen pants and boots.“I wasn’t the one who packed them,” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. If it was me, I’d be traveling
Barion climbed into the coach, rapped his knuckles on the front, and then settled onto the bench across from me with a heavy sigh. The horses nickered and began to pull us away from the manor. I leaned out of the small window of the coach and watched as Griffin shrank in size, until the manor was just a distant structure on the horizon.“I don’t get what you see in that boy,” Barion muttered. He reached into the basket he’d brought with him and ripped off a chunk of crusty bread, as if we were already hours into our journey instead of just getting started. It was early in the morning, and we’d be riding in this bumpy coach all day. “There’s plenty of other lads in Daybreak that’d be honored to court a lady of your status. I doubt thatGriffin could even raise a broadsword over his head.”“This may shock you, Barion,” I said, “but a man’s ability to wield a sword is not the most important thing to me.”“I’ve never seen him shift, either,” Barion said. “He could be a sad, mangy dog in t
“I’ll show you to your room, my lady,” he said. “These fools won’t trouble you at all.”He nodded to the haggard-looking barkeep behind the counter, who sighed and abandoned her post to lead us up the stairs. Barion gave her more than a few coins, which brightened her mood. She unlocked the furthest door in the upstairs hall with a heavy brass key and motioned me inside.Barion followed me in and set my trunk by the foot of the bed. There was already a hot bath steaming in the room, which I desperately needed after a long day on the dusty road.“To your liking, my lady?” Barion asked.“Of course,” I said. “We can have our dinner downstairs, if you’d like.”“Oh, certainly not,” Barion said. “Those brutes are nothing but trouble. I’ll have dinner sent up to your room, and I’ll be right next door should you need anything.”I nodded. “If that’s best.”“We’ll leave just after dawn tomorrow,” Barion said, “to ensure we make it to the capital in time for the welcome dinner.” He glanced aroun
“Mmf,” Barion grunted as he eased into wakefulness in the afternoon. “Ah, we must be close.There’s that cold weather the Nightfall wolves love so much.”“It’s too cold,” I huffed. “This coat isn’t enough.”“I told you to put on the thicker socks this morning,” Barion said.I sucked my teeth. I was dressed to travel and also to make an entrance at Efra, somewhere between comfort and formality. The simple dark gown and heavy cotton skirt had been uncomfortable earlier in the day but now I was grateful for its warmth. I’d tucked the pendant Griffin had given me into my trunk this morning. I didn’t want anyone in Nightfall to ask about it. Instead, I’d worn my simple silver jewelry, a necklace and rings, just in case anyone doubted my status.“Here,” Barion said as he rummaged through his canvas bag. “I brought a pair for you.”I bit back a smile. “You think of everything, don’t you?”“It’s what your father pays me for,” Barion said with a wink. He handed me a pair of wool socks, and I q
“Lovely,” she said. “Don’t worry, Barion, if the wolves of Nightfall excel at anything, it’s ensuring our guests are well-fed.” She smiled at him, and then gestured at a handful of servants lingering near the front door. They hurried forward to the coach. “My staff will show you to your quarters, Barion. As for you, Lady Reyna, I’ll escort you to your quarters myself. The staff will bring your things.”“Thank you,” I said with another small curtsy.I followed Lady Glennis into the manor. The front hall was immense, with vaulted ceilings and polished stone floors; the low heels of her boots echoed through the space. The stained-glass windows were covered, but the room was well-lit with torches and a huge, roaring hearth, making it feel warm and cozy despite its size. She led me up the immense staircase in the center of the hall, then down a narrower path, to what I assumed must be the guest quarters.“I hope the journey was kind to you?” Lady Glennis asked.“Oh, it was lovely,” I said.