A soft knock on the door caught my attention. I glanced over at the door, then sighed and settled back against the headboard. I didn’t want Amity and Rue to know I was awake. Eventually, I’d have to face them—there was a wedding to plan, after all—but so far they’d respected my need for privacy. At some point they’d insist I face the court, but I was putting that off as long as I could.
There was another knock on the door, sharper this time. More insistent. Maybe it was Fina or Adora, but I wasn’t quite ready to face them, either. I gazed out the window, as if I ignored the knocking enough, it’d stop all together.
That was not the case. Another series of sharp, demanding knocks. I heaved a sigh and finally stood up. Whoever was at my door wasn’t giving up. I pulled on my robe and cinched it tight around my waist, then turned toward the door.
Before I could take a step, it swung open.
The king stood at the other side of the threshold, and he looked terrible. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept at all in the past two days. His tan complexion was pallid, his eyes bloodshot. He’d pulled his cloak on, but it was haphazard, unfastened and hanging loose over his broad shoulders.
“Why didn’t you answer the door?” the king said. “Are you unwell?”
I took a step back. I’d never seen the king look so unwell himself. He was typically so regal and unflappable, it was jarring to see him otherwise. And shouldn’t he be happy? He’d won the challenge, after all. I pulled my robe tighter around my shoulders.
“Answer me, Reyna.” The king stepped into my room and closed the door behind him.
The lack of honorific shocked me out of my head. No longer was I Lady Reyna—I was just Reyna.
“I’m not receiving guests right now.”
He laughed, low and surprised. “’Receiving guests’? You’ve taken to your new role quite well.” “I’m not the queen,” I shot back.
“Not yet.”
I knew that, but hearing him say it made it worse. Realer. I swallowed. “Of course I’m unwell,” I said. “You killed my friend in front of me.”
His nostrils flared, and he stepped closer, until he was nearly looming over me. I stood my ground. “Friend?” he asked. “You call that boy your friend?” I said nothing.
“He wasn’t here to save you,” the king said. “He didn’t care about you. He wanted the throne. You were just the excuse. He wanted to tear down everything I’ve worked so hard to build—and he wanted you as the prize.”
He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t know already. I didn’t need him to tell me what Griffin had done. I knew more about that than he realized. I was too exhausted to argue with him, and I’d learned there was no point in doing so, either. He didn’t listen to me. He just made decisions and dragged me along for the ride, just like every other man in my life.
I turned toward the window instead. Outside, on the other side of the city walls, the wolves of Efra were going about their daily business. Airing out laundry, haggling at food stalls, laughing outside of pubs. Their lives had no mention of treason, of royalty, of prophecy. That was the life I’d thought I would have—a simple life. A commoner’s life.
“I’m sorry,” the king said suddenly.
I started, then whipped around to look at him. “What did you just say?”
The king smiled sadly at me. “I shouldn’t frame it that way,” he said. “Even if it’s true. I know it hurts to lose a wolf of your former pack, regardless of the context. But I couldn’t stand that he dared to use you as an excuse to seek power. He didn’t care about you.”
“Don’t tell me why he did what he did,” I snapped. “I don’t need you to explain it.” To my surprise, the king shut his mouth.
“We had many years together,” I said. “That doesn’t just go away, despite what he did. He showed me—” I paused and closed my eyes hard, willing away the prickle of tears behind my eyes and the tightening in my throat. I took a few deep breaths and it passed. “He showed me I was more than just my role in the court. More than just a lady. And even if it wasn’t real, it was real to me. I believed we had a future together. That’s what I’m grieving—the future I thought I had. My freedom.”
The king said nothing. After a long silence, I glanced back behind me, half-expecting to see him absent from the room. But he was still standing there, watching me, a soft sadness in his tired eyes.
“I didn’t mean to belittle your feelings,” he said. “But I still couldn’t let him take our future away.”
Again, he was right. We did have a future together, whether I wanted it or not. I could only hope that the king would let me have a hand in crafting it. I sighed and turned away from the window, tracing my hand around the edge of the small table instead.
“I don’t know if I can love you the way you expect,” I admitted.
“I’m not sure if you know what I expect,” the king murmured.
“I thought I was fully committed to Griffin,” I continued. All the frustration and grief of the past few days bubbled inside me, spilling over like bile. “I trusted him—I loved him. What happened between you and me, it—it surprised me. I don’t know what it means. And now everything I thought I did know turned out to be a lie. If what Griffin said is true, I’m not even a daughter of Daybreak.”
“What do you mean?” the king asked, his expression sharpening. “When did he say that?”
“Before the challenge,” I said. And he’d said it with so much certainty, like I was the only one who didn’t know. But he was speaking nonsense, wasn’t he? Or maybe what I thought was nonsense was the only real truth he’d ever told me.
Everything in my mind was so turned around.“Griffin was in the dungeons the entire time,” the king said. His voice wasn’t accusatory, more interested and curious. “When exactly did you speak to him? The guards never informed me that you paid him a visit.”I blanched. Right—well. If I wasn’t fleeing Efra, I had no reason to keep it to myself, and my foggy mind wasn’t up to crafting a lie.“I used the tunnel system under the manor,” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Did you not know about it?”The king raked one hand through his hair. “Do you have any booze in your chambers?” He cast his gaze around imploringly.Despite it all, I bit back a small smile. “I’m not much of a drinker.”He opened the door and stuck his head out. “Go fetch me some brandy, will you?” Then he closed the door and dropped into one of the heavy armchairs by the low fire. “How exactly did you find out about these tunnels? The system isn’t common knowledge among the court.”“Isn’t it a bit e
My wolf whined internally. I’d never spoken like this to anyone—least of all the king. In my grief, I didn’t care. Consequences be damned. He needed to realize the extent of what he’d done. “Reyna, please,” he said softly. “What can I do to fix this?”“Nothing,” I said. “Not now. I just—I need time. A lot has changed. I have to accept that.”“Am I that bad?” the king asked. His expression was soft and almost hurt. “Is marrying me such a nightmare?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. I set my glass down and washed my face in my hands. “I don’t know anything right now. I thought I knew where I fit in this world, but that’s all been taken away from me. I have to figure out who I am—what I’m supposed to be. If the queendom is only about death and blood —I can’t do it. There has to be more than that.”Again, I expected the king to argue with me. But when I looked up, he was just watching me with a furrow in his brow and that same curious, sad look on his face. He nodded. “I understand.”“You do?”
We made our way through the room, greeting the guests before we made our way to the seats at the head of the table. As the king was roped into a boisterous chat with Cyran, my father strode over with his wine glass in hand.“Reyna,” he said with a warm tone I’d never heard him deploy at home. “It’s so wonderful to see you. What an honor to be the victor of the King’s Choice.” He leaned close to kiss me on the cheek, and then whispered sharply into my ear, “We must speak. Find me after dinner.”I swallowed and reared back, but none of the guests seemed to notice, busy as they were taking their own places at the table.The Duke of Daybreak took his place to the right of me, next to the duchess. I didn’t like how close they were seated to each other—it was making my wolf whine with displeasure. As soon as the wine was poured, my father stood up from his seat and raised his glass high.“To the King and future Queen of Frasia,” he boomed. “I am honored to call you my daughter, Lady Reyna.”
The king walked me to the center of the dance floor, where the other dancers parted easily for us to take our place. The music swept around me, slow and pleasant. The king placed his hand at the small of my back; his hand was so big it nearly spanned the width. He guided my hand to his shoulder, and instinctively I set my hand at his nape. The king’s eyes flashed gold at the touch, and he hitched me a little closer as he took my hand in his to lead the dance.Being this close, my worries began to melt away. I felt the switch as if it was happening to someone else. I knew the knots in my stomach shouldn’t be loosening, and my attention shouldn’t be drifting from my father—but I couldn’t help it. It was like the king’s touch made my body relax, which in turn eased my mind. It was so easy to let myself be led by him in a slow, comfortable waltz. Desire rolled subtly inside me, in the cradle of my hips. The memory of that night in his room lived in my body, and the closeness ignited a spa
“But that’s finished,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I never should’ve considered that moron an option at all. Not when I had the smarter of you two already here in Efra.” He grinned, wolfish, and his eyes gleamed clay-red—I’d never seen his wolf so close to the surface before. I shivered, cold fear tightening around my heart. “I know you won’t fail me the way Griffin did, my dear Reyna.”“What do you mean?” I asked quietly. “What do you want from me?”“Daybreak will rule Frasia again,” my father growled. “That man—that false king—only sits on the throne because of the violence of his father. If he thinks he can succeed with this farce, he is more of a fool than I ever imagined. When you marry, you will be heir to the throne.” “And I will be a wolf of Nightfall,” I said. My voice only shook minutely.“That doesn’t matter,” my father said. From his belt, he pulled a small knife, sheathed in leather, and handed it to me hilt-first. “Take this. You will return the throne t
“Oh, gods,” I murmured as Amity walked in with a dress box nearly as big as she was. “What’s this?”“It’s from Camille’s,” Amity said. “Tatina sent it. She designed it herself.”Carefully, Amity and Rue pulled the dress from the box and unfurled it. It was a gorgeous gown in purple so dark it looked black, except for when the light hit it from a certain angle. Diamonds gleamed in the full skirt, threaded into it like errant snowflakes, and the bodice was tight and highnecked, though the back plunged down under my shoulder blades. It was elegant: a little sultry but not too exposing.“And look,” Rue said. She tucked her hand into the skirt, wiggling her fingers in the opening.“Pockets.”In the box, a note rested at the bottom of the box, where it had been hidden by the silk. I picked it up. A gift for the future Queen of Frasia, it read in fine cursive script. May this be the start of the rest of your life. Tatina herself had signed it, alongside Camille’s seal.Behind my dressing scr
After him, Lady Marin stepped up and offered similar sentiments. I thanked her as well.And then Lord Elfriede and Lady Oleta. And Lady Glennis. And Cyran. And Roth.Then other court members, ones I didn’t know, began to step forward and introduce themselves. They offered congratulations, and small tokens: elegant jewelry, ornately embroidered handkerchiefs, fine chocolates.Quickly, it all began to run together. The words “thank you, I’m honored, you’re so kind,” quickly lost any meaning in my mind. By the time I had finished all the requisite greetings, I was exhausted and desperately in need of a glass of wine. My father had not moved from his own seat at a table across the room. He was fixated more on the brandy in front of him as he made idle conversation with some of the other guests. He did not look happy to be in the room at all—our last talk hung over me like a thundercloud.“I need some fresh air,” I said to the king. “I’ll be just a moment.”He tilted his head. “Of course.”
“It makes sense,” Fina said. “You two look so much alike. And you don’t look anything like your father, Reyna. I’d assumed it was just that your mother’s genes were stronger.”Adora and I glanced at each other. We did look a lot alike—which was a fact I tried not to consider too much.“I’ll contact my court,” Adora said. “I’m sure our augurs have information about this prophecy. And perhaps there’s even information about your mother.”The implication hung in the air. If there was information about my mother, there may be information about my real father, too. “Thank you,” I said. “Really. This—this wasn’t how I expected this Choice to turn out.”“Me neither,” Adora said with a sigh. “But it seems a lot of this is out of our hands, doesn’t it?” “More than I ever imagined.”“We should get back,” Fina said. “You’re the future queen, Reyna, your guests will be looking for you.”As much as I wanted to stay out in the cold catching up with my friends, I knew Fina was right.We slipped back