登入Gianna sat in silence for a long moment after her father finished speaking, her chest aching with a grief that didn't quite belong to her but felt heavy all the same. She thought about Iris, about the way she had described her own death, the curse she had laid with her dying breath. She thought about all those Faes who had died alongside her, slaughtered simply for believing that their future queen deserved justice.She felt sorry for them, even though she had never known them, even though they had died long before she was even a thought in anyone's mind.But what struck her more than the story itself was the way her father had told it. His voice had wavered more than once. His eyes had grown distant and glassy, like he was remembering something far more personal than an old piece of history passed down through generations. It was strange. Almost too emotional for a man simply recounting ancient events."Is there a last surviving Fae?" she asked suddenly, watching his face carefully a
They rode back to Highmoon just as the last light faded from the sky, and Gianna found her father waiting for her in the sitting room, his face etched with worry. He stood the moment she walked through the door, crossing the room in quick strides to pull her into his arms."I heard what's happening," Alexander said, his voice tight with concern. "Is it true? Is Nolan really dead?"Gianna pulled back to look at him, exhaustion pressing down on her shoulders like a physical weight."He's not dead," she said firmly. "He's sick. Unconscious. But he's going to recover soon."Alexander studied her face, his expression skeptical."Don't lie to me," he said quietly. "I raised you. I know when you're hiding something. The council members are already talking, Gianna. It's only a matter of time before they mount real pressure on you. I don't want that for you. I don't want you fighting a battle you can't win.""What are you saying?" Gianna asked, though she already sensed where this was going."
Dusk had settled over the palace grounds by the time Gianna and Elmund made their way toward the healer's chambers. The sky had turned a deep shade of purple, streaked with the last remnants of orange along the horizon. Torches were being lit along the corridors, casting long shadows that stretched and danced against the stone walls.As they approached the healer's quarters, a figure emerged from the doorway ahead of them.Gianna's breath caught in her throat.It was Elias. The librarian from the ancient library. The man who had warned her about asking questions regarding the Faes. He walked past them without so much as a flicker of recognition, his white robes swaying gently as he moved, his expression as calm and unreadable as it had been the last time she'd seen him.He didn't look at her. Didn't acknowledge her presence at all. It was as if she was a stranger to him, as if their previous encounter in the library had never happened.Gianna's mind raced with questions. What was he d
Cyrus didn't back down. He sat straighter on his horse and raised his voice so that everyone in the courtyard could hear him clearly."If Nolan is truly alive," he said, "then let him come forth and address us himself. Let him stand before this council and prove that he still breathes. Until then, the council rules in his absence. That is the law of this kingdom, and you know it, Gianna.""You have no right to speak," one of the other council members added, his voice smug and self-satisfied. "You're not even blood. You're a wife. A title that means nothing if your husband is gone."Gianna's hands tightened on the reins of her horse. The rage building inside her was so hot it felt like it might consume her from the inside out. She opened her mouth to respond, to tell them exactly what she thought of their cowardice and their eagerness to steal a throne that wasn't theirs.But before she could speak, Elmund moved his horse in front of hers, placing his body between her and the council m
The guard's eyes widened as Gianna pulled back her veil, and recognition flashed across his face like lightning. He straightened immediately, his entire posture changing from threatening to deferential in an instant. The other guards around him seemed to realize at the same moment who she was, and they all began to bow or step back, clearly uncertain about what to do.Gianna straightened her dress and looked down at Elmund, then back at the guards with an expression of cold fury. "This is my guard," she said, her voice sharp and cutting. "And I came here to bring gifts for your king's celebration, since we heard about his wedding and wanted to show our support." She paused, letting her eyes sweep across each guard one by one. "But it seems I've been insulted and embarrassed for simply trying to be gracious. So I'm leaving."The lead guard's face turned pale. He rushed toward her with his hands raised in a placating gesture. "My lady, I'm so sorry. We didn't realize. Please forgive us.
When they finally emerged from the forest, the rogue king's palace came into view and Gianna immediately saw the problem.Lights blazed everywhere, casting the entire courtyard in a warm, dancing glow. Fires burned in iron baskets along the stone walls and lanterns hung from every available surface. The entrance was decorated with white flowers and golden ribbons, and people moved through the gates in a steady stream, dressed in their finest clothes. The sounds of music and laughter drifted toward them on the wind, mixing with the smell of roasted meat and wine."What is this?" Gianna whispered, leaning closer to Elmund as they sat hidden behind a cluster of large rocks at the edge of the palace grounds.Elmund squinted, trying to see through the crowd. "Looks like a celebration, my lady. A big one."As they watched, more details became clear. Servants were arranging tables laden with food. Musicians played instruments from a raised platform. And in the center of it all, moving betwee
Elmund traced the anonymous message back to Valemont by morning.He confirmed the channel first, working backward through the network of contacts and intermediaries until he found the council elder who had received it.Marius.From there, he traced the message to its origin point and confirmed what
Gianna was standing outside her room, her back to the wall.Cyrus had his hand braced flat against the stone beside her head, his body angled to block her path. He was not touching her, but the space between them was small and intimidating. His mouth was moving, his face hard and contorted in the
Nolan was in the drawing room when Elmund knocked."Come in," Nolan said without looking up from the canvas he was working on.Elmund entered and closed the door behind him."Your Majesty, I have information."Nolan set down his brush. "Go on.""A contact inside the lower council picked up a rumor.
The council member arrived at noon.Gianna saw him from the upstairs window as he stepped out of a carriage and was shown inside by one of Cyrus's guards.She recognized him from the document Nolan had given her.Broderick.The man who had paid wolves to attack her.Gianna watched until he disappea







