LOGINPOV: Adrian"Don't move."She didn't raise her voice. She never had to. Two thousand soldiers went quiet anyway.I'd been about to sit down. My legs had strong opinions about it. Instead I stood in the churned-up mud with my hand clamped over my arm, afraid to breathe wrong.Behind her, where the raiders had been, there was only a long black scar in the grass. Still smoking. Eight hundred men, gone in the time it took me to curse."Your Majesty," I said. "The field is secure. I need to see to the wounded.""You need to hold still.""I'm fine.""Adrian." She said my name flat, like something she'd been holding in
POV Natalie"No."The word tore out of me before I knew I'd said it.Below me, on the ridge, the warlord's battleaxe was already rising. Adrian was on his knees under it. His sword lay a full arm's length from his hand. Blood ran down his face and into his collar until there was almost no white left.I was too far away. Every part of me knew it."Adrian!"He didn't look up. Maybe he couldn't hear me over the war.The axe reached the top of its swing and hung there. I saw the warlord's mouth move. He was talking to him. Taking his time. Enjoying it.I pulled everything I had into my right hand. It burned like I'd grabbed a blade by the edge. Gold light poured between my fingers and hardened into a spear, and I stopped thinking.I threw it.The axe came down.The spear got there first.It hit the warlord square in the chest and the whole ridge went white. The axe fell out of his hands and landed in the dirt, inches from Adrian's knee. Adrian flinched but didn't move. He was staring at t
POV: Adrian "They're early."Garrick said it like I'd invited them.I didn't answer. I was staring past the wall at the dark treeline, where nothing moved. That was the problem. Nothing is ever that still unless something is holding its breath."Adrian." He grabbed my sleeve. "Say something.""Pull the watch off the east tower.""That's the only tower that sees the road.""That's why they want us looking at it." I yanked my arm free. "Do it. Now."He didn't move. Six weeks ago he'd have saluted and run. Six weeks ago I could still put a fireball through a barn door from forty paces. Now I was a man with a sword and a bad feeling, and every soldier on this wall knew it."You're sure," Garrick said. Not a question. A man looking for a reason to trust me."No." I made myself look at him. "But if I'm wrong, we lose a tower. If I'm right and we stay, we lose the wall."He swore under his breath and ran.I stayed. The night was cold enough to see my breath, and somewhere under it I heard s
Natalie's POVThe scout was still bleeding on my marble floor when he said it."Three thousand, Your Majesty."My fingers locked around the arms of the throne. "Say that again.""Blood-Fang warriors." His breath rattled. "Three thousand, maybe more. They're gathering at the northern border. Tents past the ridge. Cook fires all the way to the tree line."A lord near the door whispered a prayer. Somebody else dropped a goblet. The sound rang off the stone like a bell."Who holds the north?" I asked.I already knew. I just needed to hear it said out loud."Commander Adrian, my queen." The scout wet his cracked lips. "Four hundred men."Four hundred.Against three thousand."How long?""Tonight, maybe. Dawn at the latest." He coughed and red spotted his sleeve. "They weren't hiding, Majesty. They wanted us to see them.""Get him to the healers."Two guards hauled him up. He caught the edge of my gown with shaking fingers."The Commander said to tell you something."My heart did something
Natalie's POVI gave up on sleep at the third bell.Four nights now. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing. Adrian on the training ground, one hand pressed to his ribs, telling me he was fine.He wasn't fine. I knew it then. I had still turned my back and walked away."You are an Empress," I told the ceiling. "You do not go creeping through the palace at night for one man."The ceiling said nothing.I threw back the sheets and pulled the cloak of shadows from its hook.The outer wall was a long way from my chambers. I had made sure of that. Three days ago, I signed the order myself. Captain Adrian to be quartered in the east wall barracks until further notice.Far from me. Far from the court's whispers. Far from the way my chest tightened every time he walked into a room.It had seemed clever at the time.The cloak swallowed me whole as I crossed the courtyard. Torchlight slid right past me. I kept to
Adrian POVThe horns blew three times, and every man in the courtyard stopped moving.Every man but me. I had a beam across my shoulders that weighed more than the boy beside me, and I wasn't about to drop it in front of the overseer."Adrian." Pell's elbow jabbed my ribs. "Put it down. Now.""What's wrong?""What's wrong? That's the royal horn, you idiot. She's coming.""Who is?"He stared at me like I'd asked who the sun was."The Empress. Empress Natalie. Here, today. Nobody told us."Nobody had told me either. That was the problem.I kept my face empty. "Then we keep working.""We kneel!" Old Marek was already lowering himself into the muck, knees cracking. "Down, both of you. Last month a man at the east gate looked her in the eye and lost his hand for it.""For looking?""For not kneeling fast enough. Same thing.""If we drop the beam, the scaffold goes with it," I said. "Somebody g







