Nerezza's Point of ViewReginald had sent an entire team to dress me up for our lunch. According to one of the maids, she had overheard from another maid that Reginald was taking me out for lunch. To some fancy restaurant somewhere in the city center. They had gushed about it profusely. How a lowly commoner now held all the attention of the king. How there might still be hope for them. When I turned my back, another maid would scold them. Tell them how I was the exception. About how beautiful I was and that was why the king had wanted me among all others.w I pretended not to listen. Or to get offended by the statements. All they had ever known was this life. As I had once only known my simple life as well. So much more happened around them that they weren't aware of. I was glad they still had that level of innocence. Had someone to fight their battles for them.Somewhere in my heart, I knew I wanted the same. Had relished Amadeus coming here because I imagined him fighting Reginaldf

Prince Reginald's Point of ViewThis was the part of being the prince that I detested the most. Mountains of paperwork. Meetings to be held that were of no great concern. Late nights filling in forms and setting forth new motions for the upcoming week. Nothing to write home about. Not that home life was any more interesting than this.Where was the action? The war and human misery? Where were the people bowing at your feet, begging for mercy? This was not what I had had in mind when I agreed to take over from father sooner rather than later. Although, the bugger was somehow beating the odds. I'd have to make a mental note of it to tell the doc to add extra of that poison from now on. His inclining health was a problem.Just as I set down my first mug of coffee for the morning, Beatrice stormed in. Her hair was a mess. Robe falling around her, untied. Which was highly immoral. But her face looked worse than normal. Her too-large eyes were now in slits. Nose scrunched up in distaste. I

Priamos' Point of ViewThe cold bit into my skin. Pumped ice through my veins. Blackness had somehow seeped in right after I turned. Well, was forced to turn by Nerezza's palpable fear. Something was wrong. Missing. I needed to get to her. Get out of this frozen landscape. She was alone in this world and from that incapacitating feeling, I knew she needed me.Even though the freezing cold surrounded me, there was a warmth at my side. I turned to look at my left flank. Noticed the tiny head still draped over me. Puffs of air took form around the nostrils. Shallow but there. The fawn from earlier.I angled my head upward and noticed the frozen blood from the mother just above me. The sun was slowly creeping back over the horizon. Made the ice and snow glitter around me. It did nothing to curb the cold. Or even make a dent in it. Exhaling, I tried to sit up but the fawn stirred and I stopped. Spooking it would result in a large headache for me.I had to get back. But I couldn't leave hi

Nerezza's Point of ViewOur lips danced together. Sparked and bit. Lysander bit down on my bottom lip. Pulled it until pain twinged itself into my body. Slithered down to my wettening cunt. I ground against him. Begged for more friction between us. Amadeus' lips trailed over my shoulders. Licked and nipped at the exposed skin. Goosebumps rose wherever he kissed. Trailed his tongue. I imagined that skilled tongue between my legs. Felt it move. I had closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.Until Alastair plunged his hand into my hair at the base of my neck. He pulled. My scalp screamed and I moaned as my lips were ripped away from Lysander. Settling for my neck, Lysander kissed the base of my throat. Bit down on the soft breast just below him.Alastair kept pulling. Planted his lips over my ear. Sucked the tender flesh. Bit the side of my neck. All of their advances left my chest heaving. Left my body needing more. I increased my pace between us. Willed them to take it all off. Bare me

Lysander's Point of ViewMother was in the kitchen again. Cooking away. Baking cookies this time. I wondered what Isaac had done now to earn her silence. Her wrath. From the looks of things, he had messed up big time. An exam that he didn't study for, perhaps? She hated baking cookies. But she did it when things didn't go her way. Or Isaac and I messed up. "Good morning, ma." I chimed from the door. Unlike most mornings where I slipped in, I didn't linger. Instead, I sat down at the table. Watched her grind out some cookies onto parchment paper. Her head bobbed in acknowledgment. The most I would get since she was in a mood.The sun lazily flooded into the kitchen window. Cast her apron in glaring red. Her hair glinting lightly. A halo. Fit, seeing as my mother was the closest thing I had seen to an angel. Although, Nerezza now slowly overlapped my mother. Clawed her way to the top.I remained silent long enough for the woman to stop her working. She turned around. Wiped flour on her