MasukTHEODOSA “Dad, you can’t let this happen,” Binny roared, his voice blisteringly loud. “You can’t. He tortured her. He’s a monster. Have you looked at him? Have you heard the stories about what his wolf does to people? You’re going to send your own daughter back into that?” My dad rose from the chair slowly. “Binny—” “No. Listen to me. She was gone for two months and she came back looking like she’d been surviving a war. You didn’t see the way he watched her on that dock. You didn’t hear what he—” “Enough.” “It isn’t enough. You’re trading her like she’s something you can hand over to settle a debt I made—” My dad’s hand shot out and closed around Binny’s throat. The movement was so sudden and so completely outside anything I had ever seen from him that my mind went blank for a second. He drove Binny backward and threw him into the seating area near the wall. Chairs scraped hard across the floor. A small table tipped and hit the ground. Binny landed against the furniture with a
THEODOSA. I came to slowly, like my mind was climbing up through deep water. The ceiling above me was carved and pale. The sheets under my hands felt too fine, too heavy. For a few seconds I just lay there trying to work out where I was. Then the room’s quiet luxury started to register—the dark wood, the thick curtains, the kind of careful expensive stillness that only existed in certain parts of the palace—and memory slammed into me so hard my stomach turned. Xahen’s voice in the throne room. The way he had looked across that long table. Your daughter. The word wife dropping into the middle of everything like it belonged there. My heart had been pounding so violently I could hear it in my own ears. Binny had been shouting. And then the floor had risen up and taken me under. I had passed out. I pushed myself up carefully. Something tugged at the back of my hand. A thin tube ran from a needle taped against my skin to a stand beside the bed. They had put me on a drip. The
THEODOSA.Binny and I were moved into the corridor with men in front of us and men behind us. The chains on his wrists clinked with every step. I kept my eyes forward and tried to ignore the tension rolling off him in waves. I didn’t know how to start the conversation he clearly wanted, so I didn’t.He spoke anyway. Low enough that the guards wouldn’t catch it.“You’re not screwing him because of me, are you?”I looked at him. His face was tight and sad in a way that made my stomach drop.“That’s why he let me go the first time,” Binny said. “Isn’t it? Because of what you offered him.”I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out.“You offered yourself up in exchange for my freedom,” he pushed. “Didn’t you?”“It’s more complicated than that.”He stepped closer despite the chains and the guards. His voice dropped even lower.“You’re not going to give him heirs, are you, Theo? Because that would be insane. You owe him nothing.”The word hit me like a slap.Heirs.I stared at him.“Binny,
XAHEN.The silence after the land demand sat heavy.I watched it land on their faces. Shock first. Then the careful blankness kings used when they were recalculating everything in real time. I was aware of the size of the ask. I was also aware of the size of what Binny Fane had done on my soil. They had erred with no caution. They would pay for it.I sat forward slightly.“I don’t stop there,” I said. “Your son caused death on my land. Multiple times. He killed, he burned, and he left me with missing bodies. That is not a debt settled by gold or a public reprimand.”Neither of them spoke.“I also want the neutral stretch between Duskmire and Obsidian,” I continued. “The border land that currently sits under your claim. I want it mutual. Shared. Free passage for both sides. No more trespassing charges for crossing what should never have been locked down this hard.”The three kingdoms of the north held their borders the same way. The land immediately surrounding Obsidian belonged to Obs
XAHEN.The throne room smelled like polished wood and old power.I sat where they’d placed me and let Derek Triosi talk. He was doing the careful circuit kings ran when they wanted information without looking like they were digging for it. A tumbler of whiskey had already been set in front of me. He watched the glass more than he watched me.“I’ve heard you don’t drink alcohol from the northern realm,” he said, mild as anything. “With a brother like yours, of course you have options.”Kane’s name always travelled farther than it should. I picked up the glass, turned it once in my hand, and set it back down without drinking. Derek took the silence for what it was and didn’t push.My gaze drifted left. Narra stood with the guards, spine straight, eyes moving between his father and me the way an heir’s were supposed to. Learning the room. I looked at him and felt something sharp and immediate settle under my ribs. I had never taken such a clean dislike to a male that young. Most men didn
THEODOSA.The holding room was smaller than I expected.Stone walls. One narrow window. A long bench along one side and a table that looked like it had been dragged in as an afterthought. The door shut behind the guards with a heavy click, and for the first time since the docks there was no one else watching us.Pippa didn’t waste a second.She turned on Binny so fast I barely registered the movement before she had both arms wrapped around him, chains and all. The hug was fierce enough that the silver links clinked hard between them. Binnt angled them so as to not hurt her. Then he stood frozen for half a second, before his shoulders dropped and he let his forehead rest against the top of her head.I sensed he was pissed as hell at me, but Binny never was one to transfer his aggression. “You’re an idiot,” Pippa muttered into his chest. “You’re a complete and total idiot.”“Missed you too,” Binny said, voice rough.She pulled back just far enough to look up at him. Then she hit hi







