LOGINThe summer house in the Queen’s pleasure garden smelled of damp wood and roses past their prime.Loren sat on one of the curved benches, her back turned with the careful courtesy of someone pretending the last ten minutes hadn’t happened, while the Prince and Willa dressed in tense silence behind her.Water still dripped from the Prince’s hair onto his collar. Willa’s hands shook slightly as he fastened his tunic. When they finally turned, both looked like men facing execution.The Prince opened his mouth first.“Lady Loren, I can explain.”His voice carried the defensive edge of someone who knew perfectly well that no explanation would suffice.“Can you?” Loren asked mildly, watching him struggle for words. Part of her felt genuine sympathy. The rest of her wanted this conversation to be over.“Actually,” she said, before he could flounder further, “I didn’t come here to discuss what I just saw.”The Prince blinked.Willa, who had been staring at the floorboards with the intensity of
Loren and the Duke searched the fortress but neither Willa nor the Prince could be found.The Prince's study, the great hall, the small solar where they sometimes sat, were all empty. Upon questioning, none of the courtiers had seen either man for several hours.Loren’s unease grew. It was unusual for the Prince to take time away from court and the timing felt wrong. The fact that both men were missing suggested more than coincidence.They headed towards the stables, encountering a groom carrying tack towards the storage rooms. Alix stopped him with a gesture.“Have you seen the Prince today?”“Yes, my lord. About two hours past.” The groom shifted the heavy leather in his arms. “He came to the stables with Earl Willa. They took horses and rode out towards the eastern road.”Loren felt something cold settle in her chest. “Did they say where they were going?”“The Queen’s pleasure garden, my lady.”It was a secluded place, far enough from the fortress that conversations could take plac
Loren snatched the sash out of the Duke’s hand. He was the last person she needed to know about her suspicions right now.“This has nothing to do with you,” she glared.His eyes narrowed.“This has everything to do with me if you’re hiding something,” he said, crossing the distance between them and looking down at her sternly.“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not hiding anything.”The protest would have been more convincing if her voice hadn’t gone up slightly at the end, or if she’d been able to maintain eye contact. As it was, the denial sounded like a child caught stealing pastries.“I’ll ask again. Why do you have Willa’s sash?” His eyes searched her face.Loren had spent the night constructing theories and examining evidence but saying the words out loud was harder than just thinking about them.“Fine,” she said finally. “I sent Tyllu out to look for evidence at the hunt. Anything that might identify who was responsible for the attack. He returned with this.”Alix went very still.“But
Sybille followed Loren back to her chamber, flanked by guards. Neither spoke until the door closed behind them. Inside the room, the morning light streamed through the window leaving everything golden and temporary.“I’m leaving for Frostborne tomorrow.” Sybille said quietly. Something cold settled in Loren's chest.“Tomorrow? But the wedding is in three days. You can’t leave before...”“I can and I must.” Sybille’s voice was final. “My own marriage has already been delayed. I can’t postpone it any longer.”“A few more days won’t matter.” Loren stood in front of her sister. “Please, I need you here. You’re the only person who understands...”She trailed off, unable to articulate what Sybille understood. Everything, perhaps. Or nothing that could be spoken aloud.“The King of Frostborne is expecting me,” Sybille said, though her voice was softer. “If I postpone again, it sends a message we cannot afford.”“Everything comes back to what suits Greenborne best.” Bitterness crept into Lore
The following morning, Loren sat with Sybille in the anteroom off the great hall. She occupied the same chair she always did, with the same cushions beneath her and the same view of the steppe through the tall windows, but everything felt different.Sleep had been impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the blue silk sash in Tyllu's talons. She had hidden it in her wardrobe, making certain Sybille never saw it. Until she understood what it meant, the burden of it would remain hers alone.Loren's mind kept circling the same question. Why would Willa want her dead?She had been turning it over all night, examining it from every angle, yet none of the answers made sense. Willa had been nothing but helpful since her arrival. He had positioned himself as an ally rather than an obstacle.Unless all of that had been a performance.But Willa was the Earl of Frostborne, a respected diplomat with lands and status of his own. What could he possibly gain from preventing her marriage t
The arrow passed close enough that Loren heard it whistle. A second arrow hit the ground near her mare’s hooves and the horse shied violently sideways.Alix’s hand closed around her arm. He hauled her from the saddle and they hit the ground together, the impact driving the air from her lungs. Then they were rolling down an embankment, grass and dirt and sky spun past. They landed at the bottom in a tangle of limbs. Alix was above her immediately, one hand clamped over her mouth before she could make a sound. His other arm was braced beside her head, his body covering hers, his chest heaving against her own.Alix’s hand stayed over her mouth, his attention fixed upward, listening. Silence settled over the clearing. Finally, the tension in his shoulders eased and his hand moved from her mouth. Whatever threat had hidden in wait above hadn’t lingered.They stared at each other in the sudden quiet, both breathing too hard to speak. Loren could feel his heartbeat racing as fast as her own
The terrace was less crowded than the great hall. Pale winter light washed everything in silver and grey. Below the terrace, trees stretched skeletal branches toward the sky.Loren rested her hands on the stone balustrade and slowed her breath. Leaping from the terrace and bolting into the wilderne
King Arion’s Hall had stood at the centre of the four realms for as long as anyone could remember. It stood there when the four elven kingdoms were still one.Upon arriving, Loren, flanked by Mariselle and Tristan, had been stopped by guards at the entrance, lances crossed.“Humans aren’t welcome i
The King of Greenborne was not an early riser. It was late morning when he beckoned Alix to follow him up a spiralling set of wooden stairs, the banisters carved here and there with childish initials scratched in with a blunt knife.“Come,” the King said, “I’ll show you the view.” He punctuated thi
Duke Alix of Windrider, Commander of the King’s Cavalry, entered the kingdom of Greenborne sitting high on his horse, back straight, face devoid of expression. Four Windrider knights followed him, their red and gold banners sharp against the forest.He had come to the forest realm to decide whether







