ログインThank you for reading. I would love to hear your thoughts about this book. Please, drop your comments about Esteria and Elliot. And if you like this book, you can give the book your precious gem 💎 💓 The next update will come tomorrow. Same time.
Esteria Luna Lumina was holding a small white cup in front of me. I stared at her, then at the dark liquid inside it. The smell made me wrinkle my nose. Something sweet covered the sharper scent beneath it, but I already knew I would dislike the taste. “Drink it, Esteria.” I wanted to move away. Instead, I looked down and discovered that my feet did not reach the floor. I was sitting on the edge of a bed, and the hands gripping the blanket were much smaller than they should have been. I was a child. Lumina moved the cup closer. She looked younger, although her eyes were exactly as I knew them. They watched me carefully, waiting for me to obey. “What is it?” “Something to help you.” “I don’t feel sick.” Her smile remained in place. “You don’t have to feel sick to need medicine.” A sound came from somewhere beyond her. I lifted my head, trying to listen. It was low and distressed, and something inside my chest tightened when I heard it. A wolf was crying. “Can you hear that?
Selianna When Elliott asked me to explain the change to our schedule, I knew this was my opportunity. We spent most of Monday preparing a joint proposal for a community advice day. The residents would be able to ask about housing support, transport assistance, and other services without visiting several different offices. It sounded simple until the assessors gave us the available rooms, staffing limits, and expected attendance. By noon, we had rearranged the plan twice. Valeria checked the costs. Adira worked through the transport arrangements, while Marielle considered the residents who would need somewhere to sit while waiting. Celeste prepared the information that would explain the day to the public. I brought the separate arrangements into one schedule. Now we stood around a table at the Crown Residence, with Elliott examining the proposal we had completed together. Elder Nolan sat nearby with the assessment sheets. I straightened the cuff of my ivory jacket before answeri
Elliott Esteria knocked on the adjoining door at nine on Monday morning. Usually, she would bring in the first briefing and tell me which parts needed my attention. Sometimes, she added a question she had been considering since arriving. This morning, she placed the folder on my desk and kept both hands in front of her. “The property team confirmed the revised handover dates, Your Majesty. I checked that the copies going to the meeting contain the same figures.” “Thank you.” I said, “Adrian has the remaining documents.” She wore the same navy dress Vivienne selected for her first workday, with low black heels and her hair gathered neatly at the back of her head. Nothing about her appearance suggested that she spent any part of last night thinking about my mouth. I had spent too much of mine thinking about hers. “Esteria.” She paused near the door. “Yes?” I wanted to ask whether she slept. Then I considered how that question might sound after I kissed her outside her bedroom.
Esteria I was reaching for my water when Elliott leaned closer and asked whether I wanted more potatoes. It was an ordinary question. I should have been able to answer without remembering his fingers moving over mine yesterday. Instead, I looked at his mouth before quickly lowering my eyes. “No, thank you.” He studied me briefly, then returned his attention to Uncle Evander. Across the table, Elowen was telling her uncle that he remembered something incorrectly. I listened without following much of it. I was still wearing Maelis’s cream sweater and the warm trousers I wore to the training court. My braid had loosened during the day, and I tucked a strand behind my ear, grateful for something to do with my hands. Elliott was attracted to me. He told me that clearly. He also had five women preparing to become his wife, and on Thursday, each would have time alone with him. I knew those conversations concerned royal duties. Knowing did very little to quiet the uncomfortable
Elliott By the time the delegation left on Sunday, we already completed the discussion I ended the previous afternoon. The revised figures gave everyone something useful to review overnight. We settled the remaining questions, confirmed who would handle the follow-up, and finished before lunch. Adrian collected the meeting notes while Alaric accompanied our visitors to their waiting cars. I was glad to see the work completed. Canceling a meeting did not cancel the decisions people needed from it. My body remained settled throughout the morning. Tamara’s instructions to rest the evening before proved sensible, although I preferred not to imagine how pleased she would be to hear me admit that. When Alaric returned, Damon was with him. “We have something on the route diagram,” Damon said. I set aside the document Adrian left for me. “Come in.” They entered my study, and Alaric closed the door. Damon placed a sealed evidence folder on the desk, followed by a second folder containi
Esteria Sunday morning, I still remembered Elliott’s answer often enough to know it would stay with me for a while. He was attracted to me. There was no reason for me to doubt it, although knowing brought questions I hadn’t needed to face before. He still had five prospective brides staying in Frostfang, and I had no idea where that left us. I still couldn’t let go of my feelings for him. I didn’t understand why I felt so drawn to him, but being close to him felt good. That only made everything more difficult, because I knew I needed to let those feelings go. I just didn’t know how. Corvian’s call the evening before helped me think about something else. He asked about work and whether I was eating properly, then listened while I told him Adrian was teaching me how to refuse unnecessary requests. He sounded pleased. For a little while, we spoke as easily as we used to when nobody else was in the room. I was fastening my coat over Maelis’s cream knitted sweater when Elowen arrived.







