Ayda's POV I knew it was stupid of me to drink as much as the others, being a mother of one so young, but by the time the waitress topped off my goblet, I couldn't remember why drinking had been such a bad idea after all.The Withering Fang Pub was a charming little bar made out of the charred innards of a manor's undercroft that had burned down during the Uprising. It was owned by a man named Georgios Papadakis and his wife Gabriella, who met during the Uprising along the Bornite-Chalcopyrite border on opposing sides. They'd both been mercenaries rented out to lesser lords to protect their lands from the common folk whilst also simultaneously trying to gain the others' territory. They'd been trapped in a manor house when the fires began, unwilling to leave due to fears of being caught in the crossfire outside. So, they had to learn to rely upon each other just to survive.Hearing them tell the tale was both gripping and romantic, especially when Gabriella dec
Ayda's POV "You should have told someone or brought one of the guardsmen with you. Maybe even both! What in the Moon Goddess's name were you thinking!? Were you all even thinking at all?"I did not appreciate being talked down to like a child.Nicolette, me, and the rest of our group were in the third foyer, which doubled as Mr. Galanis' private office, getting a dressing down by His Highness himself. We were all seated on a bench specifically for this purpose; heads bowed as the prince lambasted us. He was more worried than actually mad, as experience had shown me. He had a habit of wringing his wrists or fiddling with his cufflinks when he was concerned about one's safety.It was the only reason why I kept my annoyance to myself."The Withering Fang is safe, Your Highness," Liv said from the end of the bench, holding a cold washcloth over her eyes. Her abrupt descent into sobriety, thanks to Prince Sebastian's inquisition, had caused her to get a migra
Sebastian POV The majesty of the sunrise I enjoyed every morning from my balcony was ruined by the abysmal clouds of a late winter storm. I found it did little to uplift my already sullen mood. I had, once more, managed to put my foot in my mouth when it came to Ayda.I admit I had been avoiding Ayda since the near affair we'd almost had the night of Narcissa's birthday party. It was not intentional at first, just a natural reaction upon seeing her the next day. True, I found Ayda to be attractive; her beauty called to me like a siren. She ensnared my senses, invaded all room for thought in my head, and in the late nights that were early mornings, it shamed me into saying that I touched myself to her.But more than that…she was kind. I see the way she interacted with the staff and how she treated all fairly, no matter their designation. She was polite and classically trained in the matters of the court, and I wondered how she came to know such etiquette. A governess' da
Ayda's POV "Do you know of the Twilight Tavern in Eventide City?"I had half a mind to give Prince Sebastian a stern talking to when those words tumbled out of his mouth and stole mine away from me. It was the bar where I'd slept with that Alpha, who still haunted my dreams with his touch. At first, I suspected Nicolette of talking, breaking her oath to me, but then I remembered that I hadn't said the name of the bar last night.So how did the prince know?"I may have heard of it," I tread lightly on the subject, unsure of where this conversation would lead me. The prince was always an unpredictable one. "Why?""Who is the father of your child? Tell me, I need—I need to know."Just what in Tartarus was going on?"I am under no obligation to divulge such personal information to you, m'lord. If you'll excuse me—""It's important, Ayda," he blocked my path, putting himself bodily in front of Lady Narcissa's chambers. "Please, I beg of you, tell me
Ayda's POV I shouldn't have come here.I had no business getting tangled in the affairs of nobles.I knew that now; I just hoped that the Goddess wouldn't punish me for my naivety."Geh, geh, geh!" For the second time in a little over a week, I was packing all of my belongings away with the thought of never coming back to Castle Lykaia. Gus was already freshly bathed and dressed, and I tucked my breast back into my shirt. "Neh!""I know, dearest," I put on his knit cap, making sure it covered his sensitive ears. He looked like an overstuffed marshmallow in his babe-sized pea coat Maud had gifted him. Like a tiny round professor off to teach at his college seminars. He was beyond adorable! "It's time to say goodbye.""Weh!""Yes, the trip back will be long, but then we'll see Giselle and all the other women at the salon again. And, we've missed them all terribly now, haven't we, my little prince?""Neh!" Gus threw his teddy bear to the floor, cle
Narcissa's POVThe garden party is spectacular. I had the conservatory redone to better suit my tastes. Gone was the centuries-old rusted cage done in the gaudy stylings of Art Nouveau, the stuff of storybooks. Here, rising above the gauche din like a phoenix, were the neat, bold lines of tomorrow. The opulent stylings of Eclecticism! Rocco meets Gothic meets the grandiose heaviness of Brutalism. Flying buttresses and spires, finely detailed gilded molding, large rectangular mirrors framed in obsidian.It is a work of art, and it was all because of me.Anyone who was of worth was at my party, lavishing me with the praise I so richly deserved, was born to receive.Are we the nobility, not the divine rulers of the rest of the wolves? The omegas that have forgotten themselves? Become domesticated in their subservience to the Goddesses? The Great Deserter, O Fenrirwulf, had understood how the Gods feared us. Shackled us.The peasants were trying to do the sam
Ayda's POV "Lady Narcissa would like a word with you."The coach was late, and the stable hands were too busy attending to the various guests' horses and carriages to offer help there."I don't like the sound of that," Nicolette breathed.The wind was an awful tempest outside, sharp and cold against your skin, leeching any warmth straight to the bones. The sky was an aged bone-white dome that robbed the sun of his exit so that only a dulled pinprick of light descended into the horizon. The whole world felt like it was on the precipice of tragedy, collectively holding its breath before news broke out.It had felt like this when the Uprising was quelled when the Morning Post was struggling to tally all the destruction that was left behind when the dust had settled. My stomach fluttered uneasily as I tried to glean what I could on the maid's face, but she showed me nothing.The wind changed direction abruptly, knocking my felted cartwheel hat off my wave
Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!"Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that?"Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents. "Did I do something wrong? And must you keep banging the doors open? You'll splinter the mahogany and are letting in a draft!""You cannot veto a Writ of Hunting that's already in motion to pass." I waved the missive in her face, slamming it on the table. The Daffodil seal under my palm matched the others I saw on her desk. Proof of her ills. "There are proper ways to decline a law!"Narcissa glanced over the parchment, clicking her tongue in antipathy. Over my immature behavior