He loves his family. I know that. But I also know the starched prince I met that first night is the Amval they and their expectations built. If he didn’t grow up needing to take over a conquered kingdom, he would be this man. The one who chases me when I run, who moves the ocean to keep me from coug
IngridEveryone always says Anwen is the fastest. Maybe he is—but he’s never been stupid enough to ask me to race, so I can’t prove him wrong.As I tear out of the cliff side cave, onto the narrow strip of stone that winds up toward the palace and down toward the beach, all that matters is that I’m
She stares at me for a heartbeat and then bursts out laughing. Goddess above, her laugh. I close my eyes to savor the sound.“Oh, don’t make that face.” Sand patters against my cheeks, and I open my eyes to see her hiding her hand, like someone else might have thrown the little projectiles.“Which f
AmvalA few days after Kaloni’s coronation, I wait in the side room Ingrid let me into. Through a crack in the door, I watch staff rushing past with crisp precision. Ever since Kaloni took the throne, the palace has returned to its old self. Perhaps even more efficient than it was under Mother and F
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