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 digging into the sides of my neck, and I gasped. He swallowed the sound in a burning kiss.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging him closer. Any protests I had melted away under the intensity of his kiss. He devoured me, swiftly taking control and sweeping his tongue into my mouth like he wanted to taste me.
I was surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him, the heat of his body, his strong muscles, his scent, his touch, his taste. It was so easy to surrender to my desire. It felt like it had in the cave as wolves— it was just easy to be close to him. The kiss made my head spin. I’d never felt so desired. I’d never wanted to be close to someone like this. My wolf was sated, and I was, too—for the first time in a long time, we were aligned.
Kissing Griffin had never felt like this. Griffin.
I snapped back into reality, planted my plans on his chest, and shoved him off. The king took a step back, eyes widened with surprise.
“I can’t do this,” I said. My voice was small and only wavered a little.
I expected the king to push back, to tease me, or grab me again and pull me back into his arms. It wasn’t like I was strong enough to resist him.
But he didn’t. His expression faltered slightly, then became something soft, almost understanding, with the corners of his lips turned down and a small furrow in his brow. It reminded me of how he’d looked when he’d showed up at my door, thinking I was unwell. He had these moments where he kept surprising me. Like he was right at the brink of revealing some other side of himself—something beneath the layers he wore when he was acting as the king.
“Lady Reyna,” he said quietly.
“Please,” I said. The cold was sharp on my skin again, feeling even worse now with the loss of his touch. “I need to get back to the castle.” I glanced over my shoulder, toward the source of the voices. “Alone.”
The silence hung between us. I felt small, small and isolated and confused. I wanted a hot meal, a nap in a warm bed—I wanted to go home.
“If you insist, my lady,” the king said, with a heretofore unused formality. “Just—” he tipped his head. “You can’t go back like that.”
“I’ll figure it out,” I huffed. Not like I could make my standing with the council any worse.
“Here.” He ducked back into the cave and emerged with a heavy canvas cloak. It wasn’t nearly as fine as the cloaks he wore when with the court, but it was thick and warm and fur-lined around the neck so as to not irritate my skin. He handed it to me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap it around my body, immediately grateful for the protection from the cold.
“Thank you,” I said, and swallowed.
The king only nodded. He looked at me for a long moment, and then, in a crackle of energy, shifted back into his wolf form. His golden eyes flashed, and then the immense dark wolf bounded back into the woods, away from the city.
I pulled the cloak tighter around my shoulders, standing still until the sounds of his paws receded to silence. Then I turned toward the path I hoped led back to the manor.
t was early enough that the manor and the surrounding town was still quiet when I returned. The path led me to the servants’ back entrance—where the laundry was hanging up to dry, and the servants hurried in and out with baskets of supplies, preparing for another day. I pulled the cloak tightly around my shoulders, smoothed down my hair best I could, and rushed toward the back door. I got a few glances from the servants working, but no one stopped me. Being wolves of Nightfall, I
could only assume they were used to seeing people hurry in from an ill-advised or unplanned shift.
I slipped in through the back door, weaving through the disinterested servants. As I made my way toward the back staircase, someone called, “Milady! Milady!”
I cringed and glanced over my shoulder, just in case they weren’t calling for me. But it was Amity who was trying to get my attention; she hurried out of the bustling kitchens. “Milady! Are you all right?” She raised her eyebrows at the cloak, then wrinkled her nose. “What on earth is this?”
Oh, gods. I hadn’t even thought about that—the Nightfall wolves were so sensitive, did she smell the king? Did all the servants know that I had—
“That smells like you pulled it out of a river!” she exclaimed. “What on earth happened?”
Rue appeared from the kitchens, too. They corralled me into the laundry room and closed the latch behind me. There, Amity took the cloak with her nose wrinkled in disgust. Amity dressed me in a clean servant’s dress, pulled from the closet in the laundry room, and a plain shawl which I pulled over my dirty hair. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me as I made my way back to my room. The fewer people knew about this, the better.
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
Maybe that was a good reason for him to get rid of me. If the king was interested in me, perhaps it was easier for a war-hungry general to remove me from the equation.We reached the doors to the manor. Fina and Adora were already waiting on the small patio that led out to the gardens, bundled in scarves and cloaks. Fina, as promised, had on a pair of fine white gloves of Adora’s. They both glanced up curiously when the door opened, and then nodded their heads in greeting at Cyran.“Thank you for the escort, General,” I said.“My pleasure,” Cyran said. He cast his eyes to the other two with interest. “Enjoy your stroll.”16The gardens were beautiful but bare in the winter cold. As soon as we began to walk, the clouds covered the sun, ridding us of the only respite we had from the freezing cold. I tugged my cloak tighter around my shoulders and tried to keep my teeth from chattering.“Goodness,” I said. “I did think the sun would be out this afternoon.”Fina looked up at the sky. As
That was apparently the right decision. The duchess paid her no mind as she disappeared into the manor. Adora and I stood side by side in front of her, both of us red-cheeked from the walk, with snow in our pale blonde hair. The duchess didn’t look happy to see either of us. “The council had decided one more trial is in order to decide which of you is fit to become Queen of Frasia.”Adora nodded, and I did the same. It was admittedly hard to find the right words when faced with the queen staring me down like this.“You will both be spending an evening with the king,” she said. “Dinner.” “Alone?” I asked.The duchess’ gaze slid to me. “Yes,” she said. “Alone. Is that a problem, Lady Reyna?” “N-no,” I stammered. “No, not a problem at all.”“I would hope not,” the duchess said, “as this is the man who may become your husband. I would hope you did not require a chaperone to be comfortable in his presence.”“Of course not,” Adora said. “It’s an honor, Duchess.”The duchess afforded Adora a
Well, if he thought I would debase myself like that before the commitment of marriage, he was a fool.I squared my shoulders. It was only dinner. If the king tried for more, I’d simply stop him. Whatever strangeness had happened between us in the privacy of the woods would not be repeated— especially not in a context like this.“Are you ready, milady?” Rue asked.I nodded. Amity opened the door, then the girls shifted into their wolf forms to escort me through the halls to the king’s private quarters. His quarters were near the center of the manor, on the top floor, away from the hustle and bustle of the court’s daily activities. The wolves led me up a gorgeous staircase to a small private landing, which led to a plain wooden door.As I stood in front of the door, my palms began to sweat.This was really happening. The last time I’d been alone with the king—that kiss—No, I couldn’t think about that now. If everything went as planned, this would be the last time I’d spend any time alo
“I hear you’ve been spending most of your free time with Fina and Adora,” the king said. He took a bite of the well-seasoned meat first, and I did the same. It was so tender it nearly melted on my tongue. “And that this is why Fina has chosen to stay in Efra for the remainder of the competition despite her dismissal.”I nodded. “They’re lovely women. They’ve been so kind to me throughout this process. The competition is a bit nerve-racking” –that made the king smirk— “and having those friendships has made it much easier. Especially for me, since I’ve never had many friends at home.”The words were simply spilling off my tongue, but this time it wasn’t the wine forcing my hand. It was just the king’s presence. Even with my nerves and my wolf’s sudden wakefulness, the king’s attention was so…simple. In this context, without the council around us, or the prying eyes of the court, or my confusion about his attention in the quiet of the halls or the spell of the forest, he looked curious.
My hands fluttered to his chest, smoothing over the plane of muscle to wrap around him and pull him closer. It was instinctive. It felt good—it felt right. He slid his hand from my waist to my bare back and the contact burned like a brand.“No, Lady Reyna,” the king growled against my lips. His voice rumbled through me, making both me and my wolf shiver in pleasure. “You will be my queen. The Queen of Frasia.” His fingertips pressed into my back. “My mate.”I gasped against his mouth as my wolf howled in delight internally. Mate. The word made my blood sing and desire curl hot and low in my gut. He pulled me closer and bared his teeth into the kiss. With ease, he grasped my hips and dragged me into his lap, so my knees were astride his pelvis, the silk of the dress hiked high and straining tight. The cold breeze brushed against my bare calves but I hardly felt it at all, lost instead in the feeling of his hands roaming up and down my back, down to the swell of my ass, smoothing over t