“Wine, milady?” a passing servant asked. He had a single glass of fine, pale liquid on a carrying tray, unlike the other servants passing by with full ones. I took it gratefully and the servant swept away.
I could try to forget, but my wolf couldn’t. Mate.
The king couldn’t really overrule the council, could he? Certainly they’d want Adora. There was no way whatever strange tension was between the king and me would outweigh the real, tangible power the Starcrest coffers and resources would bring to Nightfall.
Fina cleared her throat.
I blinked back into the present.
“Milady?” an unfamiliar man asked, with a tone that suggested he had already said this once or twice before. He was taller than me, with dark hair and a stern, barely lined face, in a dark military dress uniform that had a heavy cape. “Pardon me for interrupting.”
“Ah.” I took a sip of my wine. “Beg your pardon.”
Fina and Adora delicately took their leave, leaving me alone with the stranger. It was the proper thing to do, etiquette-wise, but I immediately missed the security of their presence. Even at the balls in Daybreak, no one ever approached me to dance—or even talk. The only person I ever danced with was Griffin, and even then, getting him on the dance floor was like pulling teeth. A pang of guilt swooped through me. I’d hardly thought of Griffin at all since I’d been here—and when I did, his memory often came up short. I supposed the novelty of travel still outweighed what was waiting back in Daybreak for me. Things would be better between us once we left Daybreak for good.
“I’m Cyran of Nightfall,” he said. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Likewise,” I said, taking another sip of the wine. He offered no other information about his ranking, but my gaze fell to his chest, where his uniform sparkled with medals. “Are you a soldier in the king’s army?”
“Yes,” he said. “A general, in fact.”
“Wow.” I hoped I sounded suitably impressed. “You’ve trained your soldiers well.”
Cyran smiled and extended his hand. “While I appreciate the compliment, I’d much rather talk about you.”
I set my wine glass down with only the dregs left in the bottom. The music picked up, louder and more upbeat than it had been before. It wasn’t quite the riotous jig they’d played at the last ball, but it was certainly faster than what I was used to—but strangely, I found I wasn’t that intimidated. I wasn’t the Ice Princess here. I could be a Lady of Daybreak of my own design. Representative of my pack— and of myself.
I glanced up at the dais, but the king was nowhere to be found. My wolf whined plaintively, but being in the presence of this strong shifter soothed some of her anxiety.
Cyran guided me to the center of the dance floor. Around us, dark gowns swept across the floor like storm clouds. Fina and Adora had found dance partners, too. Cyran set his hand at my waist and took my left hand in his right. With his posture military-straight, he began to lead me in a brisk but elegant box step, easy to follow and forgiving if I took the wrong step.
“How have you found Nightfall, milady?” I asked.
The dance was quick enough that I felt swept along by him, that the rest of the crowd seemed to melt away around us. “It’s lovely,” I said.
A smile curled his lips. “Yes? Even with the complications from the competitor who was chosen by lottery?”
I swallowed. Fairly brazen of him to bring that up first thing—especially when I’d been doing my best to not think about it at all.
“There are complications during any inter-pack negotiations,” I said easily. “Regardless of any surprises, I’m having a lovely time with the other competitors.”
“I saw the three of you chatting like old friends,” Cyran said. “I confess it wasn’t quite what I expected, since you are in fact competing.”
The song picked up, a bit louder, a bit faster, and Cyran guided us easily as we swirled around the dance floor. The noise and the speed made my head spin a little, and I stumbled a bit to keep up.
Cyran didn’t seem to notice, his hand on my waist guiding me into the steps.
“They’re lovely girls,” I said. “I won’t be the winner anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”
He raised an eyebrow. My blood roared in my ears. Why had I just said that? The words had slipped out unexpectedly.
“I didn’t think you the type to have such low self-esteem,” Cyran said.
“Ah,” I said. I fumbled to get the conversation back on track, and I blinked, peering at the medals adorning his chest as my headache worsened. “You’re a general,” I said, even though this was obvious. But I shouldn’t have said I wasn’t going to win to someone as high-ranking as a general. That had been uncharacteristically careless of me.
“Yes,” Cyran said, his grin widening.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” I said. The dizziness was worsening, and spinning around to the fastpaced music wasn’t helping.
Cyran just laughed, then pulled me into a spin. I would’ve fallen if not for his slightly too-firm grip on my hand. Nausea turned my stomach, and this time it wasn’t just the anxiety.
“Please,” I said. “I don’t feel well. You must excuse me.”
Finally, we stopped dancing. Unfortunately for me, the room kept spinning around me. Cyran kept one hand on my shoulder, steadying me. “Milady?”
I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, but I didn’t hear a whole lot of pity in his tone. I said nothing more as I let him lead me back to one of the small tables at the edge of the room and guide me into a seat.
“I’ll fetch you some water,” he said.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to will away the spins. The nausea worsened even when I was sitting down. How had this happened? I’d only had one glass of wine! Sure, I’d drunk it a bit quickly, but it was still just a single glass!But, I realized through the haze, it had been the only glass on the servant’s platter. Had he tampered with it in some way? Given me something to make me dizzy? But why would he do that?Why would a servant have stakes in this Choice? Someone else must’ve given it to him.“Lady Reyna?” a cold voice asked.That was not Cyran. I took a breath and looked up.Lady Glennis glared down at me impassively, looking as terrifying as ever in her dark dress gown. “Lady Reyna? Your initial trial will now begin.” “Initial?” I asked.Her expression only soured further. “Are you drunk?”“No!” I staggered to my feet, and Lady Glennis had to steady me with a hand on my upper arm. She did not look pleased about it. “I’m fine. I’m ready to begin.”She did not look convinced
My head pounded, my heart raced, sweat beaded on my forehead. My senses began to heighten:smell first, as the smell of booze and sweat began to permeate my senses. Not just sweat—the king’s sweat. The way he’d smelled in the arena. I could smell it now, and my nostrils flared.The duchess looked at the king, and he nodded once. Curt and quick. Under the careful gazes of the council, I felt like I was about to be walked to the gallows.“Majority wins,” Lady Marin said in a cold voice. “Lady Reyna progresses to the final round.” The final round—the last two contestants in the Choice.The king’s eyes gleamed gold as he watched me. Like there wasn’t anyone else in the room.That’s when it happened.My wolf surged to the surface. I was weakened from whatever had happened, exhausted from the trial, and desperate to know what in the gods’ names the council was talking about. I couldn’t hold her back anymore. I clapped my hands over my mouth as my canines elongated, and my vision sharpened;
Not with the king, of course, but in a colder climate. Somewhere like Efra.I crashed out of the tree line and into a small clearing. A few paths led to different parts of the woods, and I inhaled deeply, trying to catch a scent that wasn’t the king’s. I had no idea how far I’d run. I didn’t want to leave the king’s territory and trespass into another pack’s land.I was about to head down one of the paths, to keep the chase going, but I’d underestimated the king’s speed.He crashed into me hard, knocking me onto my side; I yelped as I hit the dirt and all the breath was knocked from my lungs. He pinned me with his weight, and before I could snap my jaws at him, his sharp teeth set at my throat and bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that I could feel their presence like a promise. His breath rushed hot over my pelt. I was tense beneath him, desperate to thrash and fight, but not with those teeth so close to my jugular.Then he withdrew his jaws, but kept me pi
He lay down next to me, then nosed at my neck, and at the fur behind my ear. His exhale washed over me, and having his scent so close soothed me, made my pulse slow down as exhaustion washed over. He pressed close, his warm bulk surrounding mine. Distantly, I knew this wasn’t appropriate, but the protest was faint, like a mosquito buzzing. Easy to wave away and ignore. Especially when I was so tired. And the king smelled so good. And he was so warm. And the den was so safe. I huffed an exhale and nuzzled closer.Sleep, his voice rumbled. I’ll protect us.Sleep fell over me like a heavy blanket, comfortable and warm.When I woke up, enough time had passed that the early morning light was beginning to filter intothe opening of the cave. I hummed, blinking slowly into wakefulness. My whole body was deliciously sore, like the day after a particularly good sparring session, and my usually circling thoughts were finally quieted. I nuzzled closer to the warm body beneath me. The broad, musc
Of course, I was familiar with my own body. I was a lady, but I had needs. I took care of myself. I always had. “None of your business,” I said primly.“Don’t be shy, little wolf,” the king growled—but his growl was closer to a purr. He set his hand at my lower back, and it was so big it nearly spanned the width of it. “Tell me. It will help with my dreams tonight.”“You beast,” I said before I could stop myself. My hands fluttered to his chest, as if to push him away, but I couldn’t make myself actually do it. “I won’t give you anything for your fantasies.”“You don’t need to,” he said with that smirk. “I’ve got plenty I dreamed up all on my own.”My blood roared in my ears, and I forgot the cold around me. Standing with the soft dirt under my bare feet, it was like all the pageantry of the Choice dissipated like our breaths. It was just us, together, two wolves in the crisp morning air.The king swept his hand up to my sensitive nape. He flattened his palm against it, fingertips dig
My maidservants and I made it back to my room thankfully undisturbed. Once Amity had locked the door behind me, she took the shawl and sighed. “We were so worried last night, milady,” she said. “We heard what happened at the ball.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll explain.”“You needn’t explain,” Rue said, “we’re just glad you’re all right.”That only made me feel worse. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “Would you mind if I took a bath?”“Of course not,” Amity said. “Rue, would you fetch Lady Reyna some breakfast?”“Certainly.” Rue opened the door, then shifted back into her wolf form to traverse the halls.Amity ran the bath, and I shed the servant’s dress and climbed in gratefully. The heat immediately soothed my sore muscles. I hurried to wash off the dirt and sweat that had accumulated from the running. There was even dirt under my toenails. Once the worst of it was off, and I was soaking, Amity poured clean hot water over my hair and began to carefully work her fingers through the tangles.
I put what I assumed to be a few months’ wages into a small bag and handed it toRue. “Will you take this to Rona’s family with my regrets?”Rue’s eyes widened. “Milady, pardon my forwardness, but I’m not sure if—”“Just offer it,” I said. “And if they refuse, then I’ll find a different way to help them. But I have to do something, if Ulfric is willing to stoop to such levels.” Rona was the one who had attacked me— but now her whole family was suffering. Not just the loss of a daughter, but the loss of a dream.“Of course,” Rue said. “Right away.”She hurried out the door. As I’d rummaged through my trunk, I’d uncovered Barion’s knife. I wrapped my hand around the hilt and pressed my lips together. It was a good blade. At the time I’d thought him a bit paranoid, but now I understood that I did need to remain armed. It seemed everywhere I turned, someone in this court was trying to harm me from the shadows. It made me feel better to have the knife in my hand.With a sigh, I nearly coll
I raised my eyebrows. In the manor, there were always prying eyes and ears. I wanted to hear why Fina had been eliminated—and if the council had said anything about me or Adora. I needed to be prepared for the rest of this competition in any way I could be.“I’ll need to get some extra layers,” Fina said, “but I’d love to.”Adora laughed. “Let me fetch you a pair of my extra gloves,” she said. “They’ll change your life.”We parted ways to hurry to our rooms to get our cloaks, with plans to meet outside the manor near the gardens. As I made my way down the quiet hall toward my quarters, a dark figure turned the corner, heading toward my room.I paused. The figure was too tall to be one of my maidservants. Who would be creeping toward my room? I pulled the knife from my waistband and unsheathed it. I was done taking chances around this manor.Slowly, quietly, I crept around the corner, blade drawn.Standing at my door was the tall general from last night. Cyran. He had sharp hearing and