LOGINEvelynTwo Years LaterThe gardens outside the palace were alive with late-spring blossoms, their perfume carried on a gentle breeze to fill my nose, as my daughter’s laughter, bright and bubbling, carried across the lawn. I watched her reemerge into view, weaving through the rose bushes as she chas
Evelyn The throne room of my father’s palace had never looked so magnificent. Banners in silver and deep royal blue draped from the vaulted ceilings, fine designs embroidered into every piece of fabric. Torches burned in golden sconces, their flames reflected in polished marble floors. The air carr
Logan Two Months LaterThe room was awash with candlelight from the hundreds of candles lining the space. They collectively cast their amber glow on the stone walls, giving our surroundings a soft appearance.Laughter and music poured through the air, filling every corner with celebration. Tonight
LoganThe tavern was alive with laughter. It felt like everyone else there had something to celebrate as well.Around us floated the sound of clinking glasses and the scent of roasted meats wafting through the air. The scene was incredibly jovial and a far cry from the war councils and court politi
“He loves her,” I said quietly, though the words sounded fragile echoing against the empty walls of the throne room. “And you would punish him for it.”“Love is only worth so much,” my father said, the warmth of a moment ago gone. His eyes hardened. “A ruler must make decisions based on what is best
EvelynThe throne room always felt too large. It had been so long since I had been inside the vast, sprawling space, and even then, it had been filled with others for my brother’s princely coronation ceremony when he was fourteen. But now it was just us, my father and I. There weren’t even guards in
LoganPain rippled through every fiber of my body like wildfire, blooming from the wound in my shoulder. I watched Evelyn’s eyes pop wide, fear flooding her features.The world tilted. Sounds dulled to a low, distant thrum. Then darkness clawed at the edges of my vision, and I dropped to my side, un
EvelynThe air stank of blood and smoke, thick with the sounds of snarling wolves and shouting soldiers. My knees dug into the cold, blood-soaked earth as I pressed both hands to the warrior’s chest, channeling all of my healing capabilities into the gaping wound torn across his ribs.His eyes flutt
Our ringing silence was answer enough.“I see,” Emma continued. “And I heard you had to save her from a rogue as well. There were two times in that single battle when your safety was at risk because of choices she made. Am I wrong?”“That’s enough,” I snapped.But Evelyn’s voice was quiet when she s
I thought I was going to die out there. Alone. Forgotten.Until he came.It was late—moonlight filtering through the trees like silver breath. The camp was asleep, or drunk, or both. I remembered shivering against the post, my eyes swollen from crying, when suddenly, a shadow moved from the treeline







