LOGINElliott Nolan arrived at my study shortly after breakfast on Saturday. He declined the coffee Alaric offered him and waited until the door closed before speaking. “The families need to know that their daughters have a genuine opportunity, Your Majesty.” “They do.” “After last night, some may question that.” I set down the document I was reviewing. “Then they should look at the assessment arrangements. Every candidate has the same accommodation, preparation time and access to the assessors.” “The concern is about your intentions.” “And what assurance would satisfy you?” He considered his answer. “That you will give the women a fair opportunity to demonstrate their suitability before making your decision.” “I intend to.” Nolan glanced toward Alaric, who remained beside the window. “I respect your right to choose, Your Majesty. But these families have agreed to place their daughters before the Council. They deserve to be treated seriously.” “I agree with you. They also deserve
Esteria Selianna’s smile returned slowly. She adjusted the sleeve of her pale-gold dress and looked at Elliott again. “That was very considerate of you, Your Majesty.” I knew how much effort that sentence had cost her. A few days ago, she would have turned toward me and demanded an explanation. Tonight, she kept her hands folded neatly in front of her. Lumina was more quiet for a moment longer. Then she looked at me with an expression I might have mistaken for concern if I hadn’t known her so well. “You should have mentioned the arrangement, Esteria.” “I didn’t realize I needed to.” Corvian glanced at me. I kept my voice polite, although my fingers tightened around the strap of my evening bag. “We’re your family,” Lumina said. “Naturally, we should know where you’re living.” “You knew I was staying at the Crown Residence.” “Yes, but this is rather different.” Her gaze moved toward Elliott before returning to me. Behind her, a servant carried away a tray of empty glasses. I
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







