LOGINDenial bubbles behind my lips—but it’s empty. Mother and Father would have thought that the Pony was a, well, gruesome reminder of what happened to our kingdom. They wouldn’t have forbidden Cirocco, just asked in their quiet way why he really felt he needed to come here, and that would have been eno
AmvalThe moment Ingrid walks away, my mark sears like it intends to burn all the way through my skin and kill me, bringing this whole bitter trick to a bitter end.But I am made of sterner stuff than that. So, I take a heartbeat to catch my breath and then return to the stables. I have a job to do,
I hate these fucking games.Finally, without us ever diving deeper into a subject than the very top layer, the final course arrives. Flaky pastry layered thick with chocolate, cut into neat squares.Kaloni offers me one. “What about you?”“What about me?”“When you realized your mate was a crown pri
***That night, I knock on the door to her quarters, wearing one of my more beautiful gowns. Most people would dress down for a private dinner like this. When she opens the door wearing not only a gown but her royal crown, I know I guessed right.“Ingrid.” She smiles warmly. “You look wonderful.”“S
IngridAfter Amval proves that there’s no point in talking to him, no matter what kind of evidence I have, my life in Som Palace barely changes. No one else even knows he’s here.Joli still hangs out with me when she can, but I realized a while ago that her smuggling business expands far past wartim
“I—” She scowls. “Have you heard about the conscriptions? I wasn’t aware Lightning Cape’s army was weak.”“There is strong and there is strong enough to conquer wildlands abandoned to rogues,” I reply sharply. Perhaps I wondered something similar, but Ingrid certainly lacks the knowledge to understa







