“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 screen, the girls helped me into the gown. Then they braided my hair into a fine plait, wrapped around my head like a crown, and set my tiara into it. It exposed the pale expanse of my shoulders, a striking contrast to the rich dark color of the fabric. It was elegant. Fit for a queen. “Where are those rings?” Amity asked. “The moonstone ones?” “Oh, I saw them in the bathroom,” Rue said.
As the girls hunted down the jewelry that would be the finishing touches to my outfit, I pulled my small knife from my trunk and slid it into my pocket. There was even a hole at the bottom of the pocket that the sheathed blade slipped perfectly through, as if it was made with self-protection in mind. I wondered again about Tatina—if she knew more about this situation than she let on.
I left the poisoned knife where I’d stashed it among my things. I would defend myself if necessary,
but there was no way I was going to try to assassinate the king. I would never knowingly kill another wolf—what had happened with Rona was my father’s fault, too. Besides, I would no longer be his pawn. If I murdered the king, I would be just as bad as he was.
“Remind me what this ball is for?” I asked the girls. I rubbed my temples, careful not to smudge my makeup. “I’ve been doing so much planning, I can’t seem to keep it all straight.”
Amity laughed. “The dinner last night was to welcome your father,” she said, “with only the highranking members of the court. This ball is to introduce you as the future Queen of Frasia—the official announcement of the King’s Choice. There the court members and other important high-ranking wolves of Nightfall will officially meet you and make their greetings.”
“Wonderful,” I said. My head already hurt. This was going to be a long night.
Both of them escorted me down to the main hall. But instead of leading me in through the front doors, as I had entered before, Amity shifted back into her human form and led me into a small side door. Then, we went down a narrow hallway and into what appeared to be a staging area. The side of the dais was visible, and the king was already seated on his throne on the dais. He lounged there like a pleased jungle cat, regal in his heavy cloak and fine black silk clothes. His crown gleamed in the dim light.
I swallowed, bracing myself.
Lady Glennis appeared seemingly out of nowhere, giving me a brisk once-over and then a nod of approval. Before I could say anything, she stepped out of the staging area and into the hall. She stood on the dais, commanding the room without saying a word. The chatter of the guests fell silent. “Wolves of Nightfall,” she said, “I present to you, the future Queen of Frasia.” I stepped out onto the dais.
The room was full of court members and high-ranking citizens of all ages, all dressed in their finest clothes of black and rich purple. The room broke into applause as I stepped out. My gaze swept over the room as I kept a neutral smile on my face. Play the role.
The only two not in the colors of Nightfall were Fina and Adora, dressed in their respective court decor like two beautiful stars in a dark sky. My heart soared. More than anything I wanted to talk to them and explain everything that happened. We hadn’t had a moment of privacy. Surely speaking to them would help clear some of the chaos in my mind.
The king stood from his throne and stepped down. He smiled at me, his brown eyes warm and open—closer to the man I’d seen privately in my quarters than the fierce king I’d been beside at similar events. I took his hand when it was offered and let him walk me up the few steps to the dais. We took our respective seats on the thrones. The king took my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. It was theater, for the audience of court members watching us, but his eyes flashed gold when he looked at me, anyway.
It felt good. Just being beside him seemed to lift some of the weight off my shoulders. Even though his Choice was the reason all this had happened in the first place.
He released my hand and I folded both neatly into my lap, then I turned my attention back out to the crowd. The band began to play a jaunty song but no dancing began. Instead, Lord Nylander approached the dais.
“Lady Reyna,” he said, “I am honored to have been a part of this Choice. You have performed honorably and earned your seat by the king’s side.” “Thank you,” I said.
Lord Nylander swept into a bow. From his pinched expression, I could tell it had taken a lot of effort for him to say that—especially since I knew the council had chosen Adora.
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
What else had I learned in Daybreak that was a lie?“Your Majesty,” the priest said, “my lady. We gather here today under the watchful eyes of our gods to join both of you together in matrimony as leaders of Pack Nightfall and the Kingdom of Frasia. The Choice has guided you to your queen, and now you may enter the rest of your lives together.” He cast his yellow eyes around the guests. “With your court and your pack as witnesses, you will begin this journey.”My father was nearly vibrating with anger as he watched, though if any other wolves noticed it, they made no comment. Fina was already crying as she watched, dabbing under her eyes delicately from where she stood. Even the duchess, stern in her rich purple gown, seemed minutely pleased to see the culmination of the Choice.Lady Marin stepped forward to the priest’s side. In her hands she held a plain wooden box. The priest opened it and carefully took out a heavy piece of thick, plain rope. “Face each other,” he said.We did as
“Just something special for our wedding day,” the king said, obviously pleased by my reaction.The guests in the main hall applauded as we walked in, cheers and hoots filling the room. The king laughed, loud and booming, and waved at the guests with his free hand as he hitched me a little closer. I hid my smile behind my hand. It was a strange feeling, being here like this, the center of attention—it almost didn’t feel real. Like I was playing a role, which I supposed was true. Finally, I felt like I was free from the judgmental, assessing eyes of the council and the court. The Choice hadn’t ended the way I’d wanted—but at least it’d ended. Small favors.The band began to play, and the king led me toward the floor. “I still don’t know the Nightfall dances,” I whispered.“Don’t worry about that,” the king said. “The ceremony was for the rituals of Nightfall. The rest of the day is about us.”He squeezed my hand and then pulled me close, in the center of the dance floor. The other guest