No Privacy

ErinaMagnus was tense during lunch and remained quiet, stabbing at the food on his plate as if it had offended him. His mood soured the delicious aroma of the roasted meat so much that it tasted like ash in my mouth.The Supreme didn’t join us, and I was glad for the privacy. The servers came and went silently and efficiently. Hein and our bodyguards were elsewhere, but I felt their comforting presence through the link. They were ready to intercede at the first sign of trouble.I sighed, having lost my appetite. “Magnus, speak to me. I can see that you are worried.”“I’m not!” his fork clattered onto the plate. Storms brewed in his silver eyes. “I should have just executed those old bastards and bedamned the consequences. She’s going to reinstate them.”I kept my voice low. Didn’t want to incite him further. “You don’t know that.” But he was probably right. “Klaus influenced them. Don’t you think they deserve a second chance at least?” For the sake of peace.He glared at me with murd

The Rook

MagnusI found Sabelle in her lair. Or rather, my grandfather's lair, the one room in the castle I was never allowed to enter as a young boy.“To what do I owe this pleasure?” She grinned, her brows rising in mock surprise, the sound of her voice a silken caress.“You know why I'm here, Sabelle.”The room was nothing like I had imagined. It was far worse. The smell, a syrupy wave, made my nose wrinkle in disgust.What the hell was she boiling in that black cauldron?The place reeked of death and rotting meat, a stench that clung to the air like a veil. Goddess, the place could do with a thorough cleaning, dust motes dancing in the dim light. It wasn’t much better than the cave she had occupied.A hairy spider, its legs skittering, crawled up my leg. I shook it off, the rough sensation prickling my skin, and crushed it under my boot with a sickening pop.“Don't deny me the gratification of hearing it from your very lips, my sweet pet,” she said in that seductive voice she used way too

A Dress for a Queen

ErinaI was late for my dress fitting. When I tried to apologize to the tailor, she stopped me, smiling.“Your Grace, you needn’t apologize. If your blush is anything to go by, I am guessing, it’s the king’s fault.” The pretty, dark-haired girl spoke with an accent that was unfamiliar to me.I couldn’t help but smile. It was difficult to resist Magnus. No, not difficult – impossible. His caresses and his wicked mouth made me lose myself. Nothing else mattered when I was in his arms, the softness of his lips on mine. His masterful, seductive caresses… oh, dear, I was hot all over, reminded of what he did with those skillful fingers. And of course, he never takes no for an answer.The dress was magnificent, and it fit me like a glove after some minor alterations. She was skillful and worked with a precision that I admired. I learned her name was Sophia.“Goodness,” I murmured. When she was done, I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the floor-length mirror. “It is beyond words.” And it

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No Privacy

The Rook

A Dress for a Queen