LOGINSelene's POV.Everyone in the hall fell silent as I spoke.Morgana placed her wine glass slowly.“And what,” she said levelly, is it you wish to say, selene?I didn't back down.I didn't soften my tone.“I desire to know,” I said, “what Alaric Vale you communed with, who said he had no son.”A shudder ran through the room.Thorne stiffened slightly.Morgana did not change her expression, but her fingers became tight around her glass stem.“Also, I would want to know why my mate was hurled down into the dungeon without due verification,” I added. “Why he was interrogated. Why they had held him like a criminal. And why you claimed he was a fraud despite him not being one?”The air felt heavy.Slowly Alaric turned his head to look at Morgana."What is she referring to?" he asked.There was no anger yet.Just confusion.Morgana lost his composure half a second.“It was a misconception,” she started with an easy fluency."Misunderstanding?" I cut in. “You have charged him with being a pret
Selene's POV The night slowly came on, but it made me no calmer. All day I had been in my room. No visitors. No updates. No access to the dungeon. No magic.I could feel nothing when I reached out even to the smallest spark. Nothingness where my strength had been tingling at my flesh.I paced. Sat. Stood again. Considered about Adrian in chains. considered the chilly face of Morgana. Pondered over the contented expression of Thorne, pouring that potion over my head.Hours passed.Then--Music.At first it was faint. So distorted I believed I had imagined it. A low rhythm. Drums. Strings. I stopped pacing. Listened. It grew louder. Not chaotic. Not alarm bells. Ceremonial.Celebratory.I moved to the window and forced it open.The source was in part visible, yet the courtyard below was not quite visible. Just movement. Torches being lit. Guards shifting formation.The music grew closer.What was happening?I got out of the window and headed toward the door. Had this been a second-hand
Selene's POVI did not know what was going on a second.The guards moved fast.Two of them caught Adrian by the arms before he could even get a reaction. Another stepped between us."Stop!" I shouted, pushing forward. "What is this?"Morgana did not lift her voice."Step aside, Princess.""No," I snapped. You come not to my room and take my mate away without telling me.Adrian didn't fight. I was more uneasy than he would have been.He looked at me once.Calm.Too calm.“O, Selene, it is all right,” he said."It is not fine," I shot back.The guards started dragging him to the door.I followed immediately.“You will not carry him anywhere without me knowing why!” I demanded.As we entered the corridor Morgana turned around.“That is a traitor, not your mate,” she said coldly.The term struck a physical blow."No," I said instantly. "That's a lie.""Is it?" Thorne asked from behind her.We went down the corridor to the main staircase. As we went servants flattened themselves against wa
Selene's POVI turned sharply, my heart pounding in my ears."Adrian?"He was standing behind me, a little out of breath, with his dark hair thrown back, as though he were running hurriedly. His gaze went across the border, and rested upon me completely. I felt relief to such a degree that my knees felt weak."You're here," I breathed.Relief was soon succeeded by something.Worry."Where were you?" I insisted at once, and moved nearer to him. “Do you not know what is going on?”His hand was still upon my shoulder. Warm. Solid. Real.“We can not speak here,” he said hastily, looking around at the ridge. "We need to leave. Now."His voice sounded desperate and I stopped."Why?" I asked.“You are not supposed to be here” he said to me . "And neither should I."The final section seemed purposeful.He took my hand.“Come."We hurried on through the lower road that went back to the palace grounds. My distraction was subsiding, and patrols were still countering.I slackened when I saw the w
Selene's POVThe fragrance struck me as soon as I entered my room. But the room was empty. The curtains were still. The fireplace had burned low. The bed was untouched."Adrian?" I called once more, more loudly.No answer. The heart within my chest was beating a little. Alive. Present. But not here. My heart began to race. I went very fast through the room, and looked at the balcony. Nothing. Only the courtyard below and guards walking their usual paths.I proceeded to the bathing room. Empty. He hadn't returned. I was in the middle of the room, and I was trying to think, breathing slowly. Perhaps he had been to the trade wing. Perhaps he was holding trysts with merchants. Maybe--Another pulse from the bond.Stronger.Pain.My stomach tightened.Had he been hurt I should have felt more. Wouldn't I? Or was the bond still too new? I went out of my rooms again, and disregarded the curious expression of the guards outside.“Give me the trade books of to-day in the morning,” I said. "Imme
Selene's POVI was aware that the Council chamber would not be the same as soon as I entered it.It was not only the border attack. It was not even the whispers, which pursued me down the passage like insects creeping along marble.It was the bare place beside me.Adrian ought to have been walking with me.Instead, I walked alone.Before I got to it the great doors leading to the Council chamber opened. The guards bowed. Their movements were stiff. Controlled. They knew something.Everyone did.I stepped inside.The table was a long circular table already in occupation. High-profile merchants. Military commanders. Elder Rowan. Several influential nobles. And at the foremost of all was Morgana Vale.Thorne, her son, was standing on her right.He wasn't seated.He was watching the entrance.Watching me.Morgana had her silver-streaked hair pulled back and her dark robes were as spotless as ever. She didn't greet me. Didn't nod. Didn't pretend.Her eyes swept behind me.Then returned to m







