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.”
Murmurs of agreement and scattered applause sounded around the table as the members of the court sipped their wine in recognition of the toast.
I smiled weakly as I lifted the glass to my lips but didn’t drink. I felt a sip of wine might turn my stomach and leave me too inhibited to keep my wolf under control. I’d already had her leap forward once around the court members—I didn’t want that to happen in front of my father.
The servants came out with an extravagant feast, just as I would expect with Nightfall hosting guests. Whole pigs, whole ducks, whole pheasants, crisp roasted vegetables and boats of thick gravy. The servants made our plates first, and the guests’, before the court was instructed to delve into the dishes family-style themselves. My stomach was in knots. I ate a few bites of my meal delicately, tuning in and out of the boisterous conversation as the wine kicked in and the guests started laughing louder. It was hard to keep up—and I found I didn’t really want to, either.
Near the end of dinner, the king leaned closer and set his hand on my knee under the table. He squeezed once, a comforting gesture, and my wolf calmed slightly. But only slightly. “You all right?” he asked.
“Fine,” I murmured. “Just tired.”
That seemed to satisfy the king, and he returned his attention to the guests, leading the conversation back toward the details of moonlight runs and wild hunts. I could see the disdain in my father’s eyes, even as he skillfully engaged.
As the meal came to its end, the servants swept in, taking away dinner china and replacing it with elegant dessert plates. Then, from the side door, the kitchen staff wheeled in an immense cart with a gorgeous, tiered cake on it. If it weren’t for the rich dark frosting, I’d think it was a practice run for a wedding cake.
“Dessert is served,” the king boomed. “A fine spiced dark chocolate cake, from the recipes my ancestors used when sugar was a rare delicacy. I’ve prepared this to welcome you to our court, Duke, in celebration of my upcoming wedding.”
“Marvelous,” my father said. His smile was well-practiced, and it was only my experience in his court that let me read it as fake. “I’m most honored.”
The servants cut and served the cake with more red wine and tumblers of rich brandy. I took a small bite of mine, savoring the soft texture and delicate spices in the cake. When I looked over at my father, he was watching me eat with something akin to disgust on his face. I set my fork down.
The band in the corner began to play a bit louder than they had through dinner, something fastmoving and jaunty as was the Nightfall way. Some of the court members stood up and moved to the dance floor, into a fast, exciting jig, their feet quickened by the good meal and the booze. I decided I’d rather watch them than try to read the minute changes on my father’s face.
The women of the court moved with remarkable ease, their gowns flashing around their ankles as the men spun them. Even on the dance floor, the court members’ wolves seemed to remain close to the surface, visible in quick flashes of teeth or a yellow gleam of the eye.
The king folded his hand over my knee again. He leaned closer, and his warm breath washed over my ear as he spoke. I pressed my thighs together. “I’d love to dance with you,” he murmured.
“To this?” I asked. “I have yet to learn these fast-paced dances.”
The king laughed, low, and squeezed my knee again. My wolf preened, comforted by his touch and warmed by the knowledge that I’d pleased him.
“Fair enough,” he said. “You’ll learn those moves a bit later.”
He waved a hand at the band, gesturing in a circle. The jig ended, and the band launched into something slower, close to a waltz. Here was a song similar to the music of Daybreak. It sounded like home—or what used to be home.
“Is this more to your liking, my lady?” the king asked. The pleased, wolfish smile on his face made me think he knew what my answer would be.
Despite my nerves and my low mood, this was a better song. And the last thing I wanted was to seem unhappy, or ungrateful. After all, I’d won the Choice—I was supposed to be elated.
“It’s a bit more reasonable, yes,” I said.
The king stood and offered his hand. I took a breath and accepted, risking a glance toward my father where he sat. He was watching us with his expression carefully neutral, but a small smile curling his lips that looked almost pleased.
What did the duke want from me? I knew he had a plan—something was on his mind. I couldn’t get my answers now, though. I had to play my role. At least my wolf had no trouble with that.
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
Now I was about to start a new life. I was going to marry a king who everyone had told me was a monster. I had seen him behave monstrously. And yet I had seen a deep humanity in him, as well— both in the privacy of his quarters, and on the arena pitch, when he had given Griffin two chances to submit.He was the monster who was a man. My father was the man who was a monster. My father was the one who had orchestrated all of this—the coup, the lies, the disregard for what I wanted. He’d never cared about me. Never loved me. All he’d wanted was the throne, and he’d used Griffin in an attempt to get it.How could I tell who I could trust? How could I even begin to imagine the future ahead of me?27had barely fallen asleep when I was awoken by the commotion of Amity and Rue hurrying into my room. Amity threw the curtains open, casting sunshine into the room, and Rue poured the coffee. “Good morning, milady!” Rue said. “It’s your big day! Are you so excited?”I pushed myself up onto one el
“It was,” I said. “It really is beautiful.”Before Amity could close the door, Fina called, “Did we miss it?” She stuck her head in the gap in the door and the doorframe. “The final fitting?”“No, no,” I said with a smile. “Come in.”Fina and Adora both hurried into the room. It was mid-morning, and they’d been dolled up by their own handmaidens. Both looked gorgeous, in their lush gowns and simple makeup. Fina swept me into her arms immediately in a hard hug, and I laughed as she spun me around. “Please don’t smudge the makeup,” Amity said. “We don’t have a lot of extra time!” “I won’t, I won’t,” Fina said as she released me, grinning.Adora gave me a hug as well, and an air-kiss on each cheek. She was a bit flushed, but she looked happier than she did yesterday. That was about all I could hope for, considering how things had shaken out for the both of us.“We wanted to be a part of the big day,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind.”“Not in the slightest,” I said. “I’m so glad you’re h