I like travel. I like being somewhere new. But staying somewhere new? I’ve already spent a month here, and I have no idea when I’m going to get to leave.“Someone murdered them,” I remind her through the mind-link.Candace bites her lower lip. “Ingrid, the king and queen died in a carriage accident.
IngridAmval polishes off the last of the cake just as the band inside takes their break. Sweet relief. If I return, at least I won’t have to deal with their insipid music or anyone asking me to dance.“I should go back,” I say.He nods. “Of course. We can’t have anyone looking for you out here.”Th
“Thank you,” I say.She strokes the back of my hand. “It’s an easier lesson to learn from the bottom.”There’s an ache in her voice as she says it, and for the first time, I wonder whether Ingrid ever wanted to inherit. But before I can ask, she says, “Would you have had the cake at your coronation?
She fans her face as she swallows. “It would certainly disguise the tears.”I glance through the window at the golden party whirling by inside. Was Kaloni thinking about those books? I heard her speech about the old traditions. She could be mourning in public, even after her mourning is supposed to
AmvalI stretch my legs in the evening gloom, grateful and nervous about the fact that the only windows into the ballroom are on the ground. Climbing the temple—and staying up there—is far from easy, but at least I have to worry much less about getting caught. Especially as the sun sets, I am becomi
I’d follow her anywhere. And I hope Amval can see that, for however long it’s going to be, his kingdom is in good hands.“By the will of the Goddess,” Halit says, “and the law of this land, I crown you Luna Queen of Lightning Cape.”The holy woman sets a white-gold tiara on Kaloni’s head. It stands