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 spark.
“So,” the king said with an easy smile. Could he sense the way I was relaxing? It seemed like he could.
“So,” I echoed.
“Enjoying this dinner?” he asked. “Your father hasn’t mentioned anything about the behaviors of his court member.”
“He has not,” I said.
“Interesting,” the king said. “Does he know?” “I don’t know,” I murmured.
“Griffin didn’t mention it in the dungeons?” he asked.
“Must you bring that up now? Do you want your guests to see your fiancée break down?”
He pressed his lips together hard. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
The apology surprised me enough that my further arguments died on my tongue. “Thank you. If he’d mentioned it, I would’ve remembered.”
“Right,” the king said. He squeezed my hand once. “You know, I’m not used to these little verbal sparring sessions we seem to have.”
Despite my irritation, I chuckled, smiling half-heartedly down at our feet as we waltzed. “The women of Nightfall don’t offer such conversation?”
“Not to their king—certainly not.” His eyes flashed gold again. “It’s one of many things that drew me to you.”
My wolf positively preened, rolling around in the compliment like she might a dust bath on a hot Daybreak day. “Someone has to do something about that ego,” I said.
That made the king laugh, tossing his head back and even garnering a few looks from the other couples on the dance floor. We danced through another song, and the simplicity, the closeness, was almost addictive. A balm after so much turmoil. And yet, even the balm was a fantasy. I was still a pawn in someone’s game, pulled between what the king wanted, what my father wanted, and whatever this prophecy meant.
As the night wound down, the king led me away from the dance floor. Many of the guests had already left, and the remaining guests were wrapped up in each other dancing to the slow, delicate music, or lounging on the couches with brandy glasses slipping from their fingers and drunken blushes high on their cheeks. The king murmured his good nights in passing as he walked me toward the doors of the dining room with his arm around my waist.
“Pardon me, Your Majesty,” my father said. He stepped in front of him quickly enough that we both had to stop abruptly. My father bowed slightly, then extended his hand. “If you’d be so kind, I’ll escort my daughter to her chambers.”
“Certainly,” the king said, so low it was nearly a growl. He tightened his hold on my waist briefly before he stepped away. The anger radiating off him was nearly palpable in the air but my father didn’t seem to notice. He just smiled at me, hand still hovering out expectantly.
I nodded and took it delicately. I didn’t even want to feel his clammy palm, least of all spend time alone with him. But the king had given his permission, and it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. That was how this had worked so far and would continue to work. I was just a tool, handed off to where I was needed. The king couldn’t let my father know he had any suspicions, not yet. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” I said.
The king nodded in acknowledgment. His expression was stern yet neutral, as if it was taking most of his self-control not to lash out at my father. He wasn’t exactly the restrained type.
My father took my wrist with a bit more force than necessary and led me out the door. We walked in tense silence until we reached the corridor outside my quarters. Only then did my father drop his tight hold on me. I drew my hand to my chest, rubbing the red imprint of his grip.
He cast his eyes around for any signs of curious eyes and ears. Finding none, he paced restlessly back and forth across the width of the hall. He pushed one hand through his graying hair. I’d seen him like this before, wrestling with his circling, angry thoughts before he could articulate them to whatever court member had failed him this time. I pressed my back against the cool stone of the hallway as if it would shield me from the onslaught.
“Griffin was an idiot,” he hissed, sharp with anger but quiet enough that we wouldn’t be overheard. “I gave him one task, and he failed me.”
Nausea ripped through me, hot and dizzying, and bile burned in the back of my throat. So my father was behind this all along. It was his scheme—his idea. I pulled my arms closer to my body like I could curl up and hide. I felt like a pup again, helpless and vulnerable under his seething rage.
“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
My own wolf roused with anxiety, wanting to spring forth, as if she was pulled by the presence of so many others.A violinist in the clearing began to play a delicate tune, the strings lilting through the air as if following the birdsong overhead. Fina and Adora walked into the clearing first and took their places a few paces from the edge of the cliff, to an audience of high-ranking court members in their human forms.Then I was standing at the tree line with just Amity and Rue in their wolf forms at my back. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do—no one had told me exactly how this was supposed to go. Icouldn’t see the king either, half-hidden as he was by the officiant as they both overlooked the crowd under the cliff. I glanced around, looking for some sort of instruction, when my father stepped into the tree line with a scowl on his face.“What is this?” he hissed, sneering at my gown. He was dressed in his ceremonial finery, linen layered against the cold along with a cloak, a