登入Elliott Marielle placed her hand on my shoulder and followed my first step without hesitation. “You dance well,” I said. “My father considered it essential training.” “For diplomacy?” “For surviving his receptions.” I smiled. “A useful skill.” “He would be pleased to hear you agree.” She was easy company. She answered directly, listened when I spoke, and seemed able to enjoy the evening without turning every sentence into an argument for why she deserved a crown. I could understand the Council’s interest. As we turned near the windows, I saw Esteria beside Elowen’s abandoned chair. She was speaking to Corvian, smiling at him as he engaged her in a conversation. I watched her for a moment before returning my attention to Marielle. She was my guest and deserved more courtesy than a distracted partner. When the music ended, I thanked her and accompanied her back to the others. Selianna joined us, and I danced with her during the next piece. She asked about the old cer
Esteria Elowen found me holding a navy dress in one hand and a muted-plum one in the other. She looked between them, then at my face. “You’ve been invited to dinner, Esteria. You aren’t choosing a uniform.” “I know.” “Then stop looking so worried.” She took the navy dress and hung it back in the closet. The plum one was among the clothes Vivienne selected for business dinners. It had a square neckline, sleeves ending below my elbows, and a gently fitted waist. The skirt fell just beneath my knees. I liked it, although wearing it to dinner with five women being considered as the King’s wife made me question a choice that should have been simple. After I changed, Elowen stepped back to look at me. “There. That’s the one.” I put on my low black heels and transferred my phone into the small black evening bag. My work bag stayed beside the desk. After taking the pins out of my hair, I brushed it loose over my shoulders and gave myself one last look in the mirror. “Ready?” Elowen as
Selianna For a week, I had been trying to understand how that wolfless bitch managed to leave Silvercrest in the Alpha King’s car. Now I was in Frostfang, staring at the handbag she refused to carry for me. It sat on the dressing table beside my jewelry case while I tried to get ready for the evening reception. Every time I looked at it, I heard her answer again. “The household staff will help you.” She looked straight into my eyes when she said it. And that in front of the other candidates, the royal housekeeper, and my parents, Esteria told me to find someone else. How dare she? I turned away from the table and went to the window. The gardens outside Crescent House were beautiful, although I barely noticed them. I spent years imagining what arriving in Frostfang would feel like. Esteria was never supposed to be the person who ruined it. When Elliott took her away last week, I told myself it was Father’s doing. He mentioned her degree, praised her intelligence, and made c
Elliott Esteria placed her bag on her lap and fastened her seat belt. Through the window behind her, I could still see Corvian near the entrance of Crescent House. She lifted a hand to him before the driver pulled away. “Did you get time to speak to him?” I asked. “Only for a few minutes. Everyone was arriving.” “You’ll see him again tonight.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” She checked that the folder inside her bag was secure, then rested her hands over it. I left her to her thoughts. Adrian expected us shortly, and I still needed to go through the information she was carrying. He was waiting in my study when we returned to the Crown Residence. Esteria hung her coat over the back of a chair and took out the briefing notes. “The property team sent the revised figures,” Adrian said. “Julian has checked the terms, but there’s a problem with the handover date.” I opened the folder. The development concerned a block of older apartments Moonfang Holdings bought earlier that year. Renovation
Esteria The week passed so quickly, and I didn't want it to end. Although work helped. I learned which calls belonged with Adrian, where Elliott expected his briefing notes, and how to send an unnecessary request back without apologizing three times. I continued taking Tamara’s tonic as instructed, although nothing unusual happened afterward. On Wednesday, the reports from the seven territories arrived, keeping Elliott, Alaric, and Damon occupied for much of the afternoon. By Thursday, the household’s welcome arrangements were nearly complete. Then by Friday morning, Adrian sent me to Crescent House with the final schedules while he remained at the Crown Residence with Elliott. I wore the deep-green knitted dress Vivienne chose for me, with low black heels and my hair pinned back. Maelis showed me where to leave my coat and work bag, then checked the copies I brought. “Thank you, dear. We were waiting for these.” “Adrian confirmed the last change this morning.” “Good. Come thr
Esteria On Tuesday morning, I chose a cream silk blouse and charcoal trousers from the clothes Vivienne selected for me. With low black heels, my hair secured in a neat bun, and the dark-brown work bag over my shoulder, I looked considerably more confident than I felt. The problem this time had very little to do with my job. While fastening the last button of my blouse, I remembered Elliott’s hand closing around mine. Then his voice returned, clear enough to make me pause in front of the mirror. He wanted my company. I carried that thought all the way to Moonfang Tower, where a message from Adrian finally gave me something else to concentrate on. A meeting had moved to a different conference room, and the updated briefing needed to reach Elliott before nine. By the time I finished, I had answered two calls, confirmed the new room, and corrected the time on the printed schedule. It felt good to know what needed doing without asking someone about every step. Adrian knocked on my







