I don't bother hiding the shock or disbelief on my face anymore. This guy is crazy. His golden eyes haven't left mine for a moment, which only solidifies that he really does believe everything he is saying to me. "Aren't you rich enough to afford a head doctor?" I say, the irritation evident in my tone. This was supposed to be an in-and-out job. Easy? No, but I was so close to slitting his throat. And now I'm sitting across from him, a little worried that his insanity might be contagious and contemplating how to talk my way out of this one. King Ambrose laughs deeply, his chest rumbling. He sits back in his seat, relaxing as he drinks the dark liquor in his drink. He's so handsome, it's very distracting. I wait for him to speak, and he seems to consider his next words carefully. "You tried to kill me," he says. It's not a question but I respond anyway. "Sure did," I smirk at him. "Do you know who hired you?" "What makes you so sure I was hired? I could be here because I h
I fall asleep in my dress after struggling to get out of it on my own and giving up. There's no point in undressing just to put it back on in the morning anyways. It's the only dress I have with me right now. I quietly venture down the halls toward the ballroom. I made sure to pay attention to the twists and turns Ambrose took the night before. The dining hall sits close to the ballroom and I happen to pass the open door. I peek inside. King Ambrose sits at a long table, his face in a book as he eats. He doesn't look up as he says, "Good morning, Hera." I step inside the room and walk toward him. I plop down into the seat next to him, and at this, he looks up and smiles. "Sleep well?""It would've been better out of my corset," I respond dryly. "I could've helped with that," he smirks at me and I feel my face heat. "I'm sure you could've," I mutter. And I probably would've let him. "I'll get some fresh clothes and maids sent to you. Tell them whatever you need. Anyth
As I open the door, a maid stands with her hand prepped to knock. "Sorry, my lady," she says, dropping her fist. "The king has requested your presence tonight for dinner. I'm supposed to help you dress and take you there." "Help me dress?" I say. "I'm already dressed." I gesture to my gown and the maid smiles like she finds me absurd. Right. I needed to blend in. Fit into the box of pretty, bimbo noble girl. I straighten and nod at her, standing to the side so she can come in. The next few hours are spent brushing my hair and pinning it into an updo on my head and tightening me into a corseted gown. When I look at myself in the mirror, I once again don't recognize myself. But I suppose that's the point. The maid leads me through the maze of palace halls until we stop at a door. She bows and leaves me to it. I knock gently on the door. "Enter," the king says inside. The room is a study, similar to the one he first brought me to the night before. This one, however, has
"Good morning, Hera," Ambrose says as I enter the dining room. He's sitting at his usual head table, looking over papers in front of plates of food. I sit beside him and help myself to breakfast. "Morning," I say. "I need to go the town today." He glances up. "Alright." "Alright? That's it?" I didn't expect a fight but am surprised by his trust in me. He shrugs, returning to his reading. "You don't think I'll try to escape? Make a run for it and never return?" I ask. I hadn't been planning on it, but the thought had crossed my mind once or twice. It would be easy to grab Althea and escape to the docks, leave town, and disappear."I think you're intrigued enough to stay," he says nonchalantly. Intrigued? I guess that was a good way to put it. That or I'm truly stupid. I scoff but don't say anything. I finish my breakfast in silence and stand. "I'll be off then," I tell him. "Do you need anything else?" he asks. "I'd like my daggers back, please." I watch him as
I'd never been to a hearing before, especially not at court. I usually stay away from politics. But I couldn't help the curiosity and excitement of seeing the king work. The great hall is filled with nobles and commoners alike. I know the basics of how this works: people bring their concerns or complaints to the king–he does what he can to help. I find a spot along the wall where I can see the throne but I'm tucked aside from the crowd. The room is packed and I'm content staying out of the way. There's a bang that silences everyone in an instant. "The king!" I hear someone announce. Ambrose strides in, looking regal as ever. He wears a long, red cloak and his crown sits tilted on his head. He has a serious expression on his face, but as he scans the room and catches my eye, he winks at me. I smile to myself. That man knows he's hot, and the confidence was doing something to me. Sebastian follows his brother, wearing similarly royal robes, but nothing as extravagant as
A knock at the door wakes me from a deep sleep. I shoot up and curse. Who was knocking at this hour? I throw on a long robe and walk over to the door, flinging it open. Prince Sebastian stands, in all his refreshed sexy glory, waiting. He smiles instantly, not missing a beat, as he averts his eyes. I'm all too aware of how much my robe doesn't cover. "I was wondering if I could escort you to breakfast," he says quietly. "I, uh," I'm too flustered to think. "Isn't it too early?"He looks at me. "It's already 9 a.m., my lady. I can come back later if you prefer?""No, no, give me a minute," I shut the door again and take a breath. It takes me a moment to dress on my own since there isn't time to summon my maid without keeping the prince waiting. I throw on a simple gown and lace my corset the best I can on my own. I brush my hair quickly, toss my head upside down and shake it. "That'll do," I say with a shrug as I stand upright again. When I open the door again, Sebasti
I spend the day in the garden, soaking up the sunlight and memorizing the list. Ambrose has laid out the names perfectly with their titles next to each name. His 'pack' and the nobles overlap, many of them supposed shifters. There are only a few nobles living at the palace that are human but they seem to be traveling through and not in the king's close circle. The ball tonight was specifically for them, and although the list didn't feel long, I knew there were at least 50 names on it. The ball would be small…intimate. It would make it easier to talk to people. Although, I had no doubt I was going to stand out like a sore thumb. Might as well embrace it. The gown I choose is blood red, making my hair and skin pop. I leave my hair down, cascading down my back in loose waves. As I make my way toward the king's study, I push down any creeping nervousness trying to break to the surface. I find him inside at his desk, the crown atop his head sitting at a tilt. He is dressed in royal
Before I can respond, he stands and announces, "Let's dance!" There is clapping at his proclamation as everyone stands and makes their way to the ballroom. Ambrose offers his hand and I take it. "I'll have the first," he says and I don't argue. We are the first on the floor, taking up the waltz as others file in. "Do you ever get used to people watching you?" I ask him. I can feel his hand at my waist, burning through my corset to my core. "Focus on me, Hera," he says, and I do. I focus on his steps, guiding me around the dance floor. I focus on my hand in his and the way he watches me like he's breathing in my every movement with bated breath. I don't understand why I'm feeling this way…this pull toward him is becoming difficult to ignore. The man I was ready to murder for money is now the man I'm working hard to protect. I'd kill for him just to let him keep looking at me like that. I forget we aren't the only ones in the room as I dive deeper into his gaze. I don't r