Cassius knew her. Somehow, in just the few days that he’d been there, in the few times they’d spoken, he’d come to understand her. Kit wanted to confide everything to him but didn’t think standing in the hallway in front of her guards was the right place. With a deep breath, she asked, “Would you like to come inside for a bit?”
A wicked grin spread across his face, and his green eyes twinkled. “Would I?” he asked, his hands already on her upper arms before he finished speaking.
Kit let out a quiet giggle. “You know we are bound by law not to do anything… impulsive.”
“Oh, I’ve given it enough thought there would be no impulsivity involved.”
She snickered. “All right—immodest then. Inappropriate?”
“Sexual?”
“That, too.” Kit felt her face heat up.
“I promise I shall mind my manners.” He looked at the
The barn was still one of her favorite places to visit, though Kit didn’t spend nearly as much time there as she used to. Still, as she walked along on Reeve’s arm, inhaling the scent of the horses, hay, and early summer day, she was happy to have the opportunity to show him around. She wore a deep green gown made of lighter fabric since the day had turned out to be warm. The change in seasons was certainly upon them, though the weather never got extremely hot at Wrenbrook, and the rains had not come as they usually did this time of year. Some of the councilwomen were betting on later inclement weather. Kit had never shown too much interest in what the clouds chose to do, but she would be disappointed if poor weather ruined many of the events her mother had planned for the next few weeks.Reeve looked handsome in the dark red and silver of his land, Erast Hollow. He was quite a bit taller than her, his shoulders not nearly as broad as Cassius’s but still wel
The ballroom was decorated more elaborately than Kit had ever remembered seeing it. Her mother had truly outdone herself this time with the amount of towering flower vases and blooms to the ceiling. The colors were purple and gold, the two shades best associated with the crown, and the fabrics that ran from the ceiling to the walls and then down to the floor were majestic and sparkling. The orchestra was so large, the music could be heard far down the hall, and the banquet table was overflowing with all kinds of desserts and other delicacies that could be easily eaten with one’s fingers. Perfect fare for a ball after a large meal in the dining hall. It truly was an impressive sight, and when Kit turned to her mother, she could tell she was well pleased with how her design had been carried out.The queen stepped to the middle of the dais in the center of the room along one wall, where she usually spent most of these sorts of festivities since she refused to dance with he
Without a word, Cassius grabbed her hand and led her out of the ballroom. There was no fanfare, no calling of goodnight, not even a word from her mother. The hallway seemed much longer now than it ever had before, but his legs were long, and she was spirited again, almost running to keep up with him as laughter escaped her lips. He didn’t make a sound, though, and Kit did her best not to trip over her long, red gown.Once they were a good distance from the ball, he slowed slightly. The sound of the orchestra still reached her ears, but it was faint, something from a dream. “Do you know where my alternate chambers are?” she asked in a whisper.He only nodded, still not speaking, and she thought it was odd that someone who always knew precisely what to say was silent. But she supposed he was introspective on the verge of such an important event. It crossed her mind that he may have been thinking about this moment for years whereas she had only been awes
The sound of arrows slicing through the air, and the reverberating thunk each one made as it contacted the target, reminded Kit of the pitter patter of rain as she watched the archery contest from a bench beneath a shade tree. Her mother had laid out the rules and then given the Representatives a few minutes to practice before the tournament itself would begin. Most of them would’ve taken a contest before the princess seriously no matter the prize, but the added bonus of a kiss from the princess for the winner was enough to inspire all of them to reach for victory.Of all the men before her, Kit was certain Cassius was the most distracted. She would’ve expected him to be capable of hitting the bullseye more often than not, yet he struggled. Every once in a while, he would turn and smile in her direction, and Kit would feel a tightening in her abdomen. He’d pleasured her one more time that morning before they parted ways, and she was still congratulating hers
The rounds wore on, and Kit pretended to care who advanced, though she was more interested in looking at the forms beneath the tunics and trousers. Landon’s bulging biceps and the way the cords in Jate’s neck strained when he concentrated had her shifting in her seat and even licking her lips from time to time. In the end, it came down to the two of them, and no one was surprised when Jate hit the bullseye right in the center in his final shot, edging Landon out for the win.“Ah, that’s too bad,” Avinia sighed. “I was hoping Landon would win.”“And I was hoping Jate would win!” Isla said, clapping loudly.Kit wasn’t really cheering for either of them, but she was relieved it wasn’t one of the unattractive Representatives or those who annoyed her who had won. Her mother congratulated Jate on his victory, and Kit hopped up off of the bench to bring him his prize.“Jaterius of Rockdale,&
Dinner had been as near a disaster as anything associated with the Choosing to date, except for, of course, Jecob’s trial, and by the time she was done and headed to her chambers, Kit was fighting tears. Not only did her mother spend the entire evening belittling her and questioning every choice she made (“Are you sure you need more gravy, Princess? Perhaps you’ve had enough. What? Another pastry for dessert?”) Cassius looked distraught. She could absolutely sympathize with his feelings, but when she tried to catch his eye, and he wouldn’t look directly at her, it occurred to Kit, not for the first time, that the trouble with choosing seven men is that six of them may feel unattended to. Despite Cassius’s assurance earlier that he understood, it still worried Kit. So did the fact that she had no idea how she would ever manage to choose just one man in the end and didn’t think it was possible. Granted, all of the men knew they would have to s
Confused at first, Reeve’s mouth was frozen, but then, as Kit continued to probe with her tongue, he submitted, melting into her, and Kit was relieved to know he wanted her, too.Never had Kit felt this way before, almost like an animal, needing, wanting, unthinking. She clawed at his clothing, not willing to wait for the propriety of unhooking or unfastening. Rather, she tugged and tore, and Reeve did the same, getting out of his jerkin and boots while she wrestled with his belt. His tunic never stood a chance; she tugged it over his head and threw it in a heap across the room.Once she had him naked before her, Kit realized she still wore her dressing gown. She discarded it just as quickly as she had his clothes, practically tripping over her own feet as she stepped out of her slippers. “My Lady,” Reeve gasped, taking a step back to breathe her in. “You’re so beautif—”“No time for that,” Kit replied, smoth
“Good morning,” Reeve said, his voice husky with sleep. “How are you, my Princess? Did you get enough rest?”Kit readjusted so that she was able to see him better without straining her neck. “I slept just fine, thank you.” That may not be exactly true, but the last thing she wanted to do was revisit her dreams. “And you?”“Hardly a wink,” Reeve replied, though his smile didn’t seem to match his response. “I’m afraid I spent most of the night listening to you breathe.”Kit let out an ahh at how sweet his sentiment was. “Lucky for you the queen has nothing planned for today then, isn’t it? Perhaps you can get some more sleep once you return to your room.”“Possibly. Although, it’s not exactly quiet on our end of the hall--ever. There are always people stirring about.”“I can imagine that would be the case, what with so many Re