Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Elf King and His Bodyguard: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Aveline and Juno had been a landslide of information. Violet still felt like the earth teetered beneath her. She carried a receipt in her pocket with Chione's original and current measurements written on it from her fittings at Darrow's Tailor Shop. They'd directed her to a physician down the street who had seen to Leander's burns. He refused to admit to more than treating Leander, but Violet could tell by his fear Chione had been there. Violet had listened silently as the designer and assistant made all sorts of conjectures about Eden and his obsession with Chione since childhood. She knew they were lusting for more gossip from her own lips, but Violet refused to indulge them. Now, she was on horseback, leading the queen and her maids back to the palace after the fitting.They had left the city behind, climbing the steep road carved into the mountainside. This was the only place free of prying eyes. Violet wouldn't get another chance like this.She turned her horse, blocking the road

Violet's day in court dawned laden with rain and wind. Sunlight barely made it to the earth, leaving a gray shroud over everything. The palace burst with noble guests from both Basharr and Parvara, setting the gossip off like wildfire through the halls.King Eden had changed Queen Chione's plan last minute, cutting off the gluttonous courtiers from their hoped-for meal by holding the trial in the council chamber. Only a select group of nobles would act as judges and witnesses to Violet's case, with the King and Queen having final say.Captain Dana walked Violet through the palace corridors, dozens of judgmental courtier eyes on her and her shackles."That's what happens when a commoner is raised above their station," tutted Baroness Helaine, fresh in from Eloy for the spectacle."Now the freak will get what she deserves," Odessa crooned, making a slicing motion across his throat as Violet walked by."I couldn't agree more," Dana hissed in her ear.Other courtiers stepped back when Viol

The Storm King had declared Violet his sovereign. He relinquished his crown to her. She liked this newfound power. A magic made from the two of them alone.Eden's hand trailed up her thigh. His lips followed the curve of her neck, each kiss pressed deeper into her skin. He leaned against the foot of his throne as she straddled him, hands moving for the ties on his tunic.One by one she undid the strings. When she touched his bare chest magic rippled through her. Visions of soaring cumulus darkening to thunderheads. Their anvil shapes stacked on top of each other. Wind stirred the clouds, gathering them into massive funnels that sliced through the rain.Violet felt herself being carried away in the arms of the tempest."Violet," Eden's voice called her back.Her eyes cleared. His own returned to their calm amber. He'd moved her hands onto the safety of his shirt."I didn't mean to do that," she said quietly, embarrassment blooming red on her cheeks."Where do you go when you channel my

"Don't even think about turning around," Florian said, as Violet sat on her bed facing the wall.He was taking off his uniform to sleep in his underclothes. It was the best deal they could come up with, given what a tight space they were in."Trust me, not a problem," Violet replied, legs crossed and hands holding her ankles. "Are you done yet?""What's the rush? Do you miss my face already?"Violet fought the desire to roll her eyes. "Yes, Florian, your incredible face is all that gets me through the day. Such beauty.""Knew it," he chuckled.She heard some rustling then the other bed creaked under his weight."Finished," he said.She turned, hanging her legs off the side of the bed. Florian was laying down, one arm behind his head, shirtless with his eyes closed. The sheets hung low to his waist. His brown hair gently framed his face. Violet raised her eyebrows—she had no idea he looked like that under the uniform."You done yet, Bellerose?"She removed her gaze from his tan skin and

Eden dragged a thunderstorm behind him.Violet watched the clouds build, swelling with rain. Their dark underbellies marched across the land, overtaking everything. Ahead of the squadron a wall of thick smoke barred their vision. Violet knew this area—they were entering the borderlands—but she hardly recognized it.An unnatural mist, one that Eden couldn't control, wove through the trees, undercutting the smoke and eating the sunlight. Farms sat deserted. Sheep and cattle wandered, abandoned in the panic of Curzon's attacks. Violet wanted to run from it herself—something about the mist stole the breath from her lungs."What is all this smoke?" Violet asked.Eden's face was grim. "Curzon's dead have a habit of torching homes on their way back to Ipsit. The nobles defending the border haven't been able to douse the flames—they think the dead have brought it with them from the grave.""So their fire is as undead as they are?""It looks that way," Captain Augustus said.The three of them r