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 early for alcohol? They’re on the maps of the manor. I didn’t break any rules.”
“It’s nearly dinnertime,” he said with a sigh. “Where exactly did you find this map?”
“Why?” I asked. “So you can make up some rule I broke to punish me? History and cartography are some of the only things I have left that bring me joy, and you would—”
“No,” he interrupted with a shake of his head, “so I can add it to my collection of shit not to leave around the manor for anyone to find.”
He sounded almost petulant. I snorted, surprised, and he raised his eyebrows as he glanced toward me.
Something unsure and strange hung fragile in the air between us. The king inhaled, about to speak, but then was interrupted by a quick knock on the door.
He stood and answered it, opening the door only enough to take the brandy and two glasses from the guard. He walked back over to the chair and waved me over.
“Why not have them bring it in?” I asked as I watched the king struggle a little to balance the two glasses in one hand.
“I don’t want anyone to see you like this,” he said.
I reared back. “Like what?” I asked. “Like a sniffling, depressed woman?”
“No,” he said. “Grief is private. I wouldn’t let my guards stomp into your quarters like that.”
Of course, the king had stomped into my private quarters without asking—but I supposed it was different when he was my fiancé. Strangely, that small bit of respect warmed me enough to let me take a seat across from him by the fire.
He poured us each a small amount of brandy. He handed me my glass, and I accepted it, then tucked my feet up under my body in the overstuffed chair. He assessed me under his gaze, and my wolf preened under the attention. No matter what the king did, she never felt threatened by him. She always wanted to be closer.
“So,” he asked, “where exactly did you find this map?” “In the library,” I said.
He sighed. “Trouble always seems to occur when you’re there. Was this near my study?”
“Yes,” I said, “you know, where all the maps are.” Now, it was my turn to smirk. The king almost rolled his eyes.
“It looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time,” I said, “but it wasn’t hidden. Just stuck on a high shelf.”
The king rubbed his chin. “Manor blueprints shouldn’t be lying around in the library where anyone can find them. Especially if they list the tunnels.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Your Majesty,” I said. “That’s where I found it. If you wanted—”
“Please,” he cut in. “Call me Elias. I don’t want my title to divide us.”
The argument I was preparing melted on my tongue. I hadn’t called him Elias since the night we’d spent together—the night I tried not to think about, lest my body betray me with its desire.
“It’s not just your title,” I said. “It’s who you are. You are the king. It’s not just a role you can take on and off like your cloak. It’s like your wolf—it’s always there.” I took a tentative sip of my brandy. “And you’ve already divided us. You killed a member of my court.” “Your former court,” the king noted.
“And,” I said, “you didn’t tell me that this Choice was about fulfilling the prophecy.”
“If that were true, you would not be sitting here with me right now,” the king said. “The council chose Adora.”
I nearly dropped my glass. “What? What do you mean? Then why is she not queen?”
“I don’t believe in the prophecy,” the king said. “Those old superstitions don’t matter to me. They matter to my mother, and to the council. But not to me. I meant what I told you, Reyna. I made my final decision for love.”
“Love,” I repeated softly. He’d said it once, and I hadn’t believed it. I still wasn’t sure if I did. But why else would he reject the council’s choice? I felt similar to how I had in the arena—like I was suddenly plunged underwater, distanced from experience. It couldn’t be real. I gripped my glass hard and gazed into the brown liquid.
“I understand you don’t feel the same for me,” the king continued, “but it will come in time. I’ll prove myself to you, just as I’ve proven myself to be a good king to the citizens of Efra. I have no doubt about that.”
“How would you know my feelings?” I asked. “You’ve never asked. This whole Choice has just been me being forced around, over and over, with no consideration for what I want. It was never meant to bring us together. The council wanted to fulfill a prophecy, and you wanted—I don’t know, to defy them like a teenager. You only think of yourself.”
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
The silk of the bodice ended just above the breasts, and the gown was made only of white lace from the sternum to the neckline, as well as the sleeves. It was so delicate I could hardly imagine wearing it at all.“It’s gorgeous,” Fina sighed. “Wow.”“And of course,” Camille said, “it’s quite detailed.” She turned the mannequin slightly, and the light of the shop caught the tiny moonstones embroidered into the gown. It glowed the pale blue of Starcrest under the light.Starcrest colors. And only Starcrest. Not a mention of Daybreak at all. Aerika smiled at me, small and secretive. “Come,” she said. “Let’s ensure it fits.”Micah set up the dressing screen around the platform at the front of the room, shielding me from the girls and the mirrors. Then, Aerika stepped behind the screen and carefully helped me step out of my simple daywear gown and into the surprisingly light wedding gown. The fabric was surprisingly soft swishing around my legs, and light, despite the crystals and gems wov