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546 pages, Paperback
First published April 4, 2024
"There’s no one in this kingdom who doesn’t love our king.”
“Oh, child. Just because it’s always been males chosen doesn’t mean the females aren’t all waiting for the day an exception occurs.”
No— no, the gods required balance
these Fae men. How did I manage to keep attracting them?
So often, I was noted for my beauty. Ridiculed for it. Singled out for it. To me, beauty seemed to have been nothing but a curse. What I wouldn’t give to be noticed for something else, for once. To be given acknowledgment for something I did, or said, or in any way earned. To be recognized for…my soul. My brain. My talents.
I was sure this wasn’t the first time I’d experienced the sky’s agony. I recognized this scene as one I’d dreamt of often.
My dreams always found me in the freedom offered by the sky, and this was no different. I’d often join the stars among the darkness and dance.
The two dragons often kept me company in my dreams.
I’d played with them in my dreams for as long as I could remember.
wishing I could fly up to the sky and escape the fate that awaited me on Adamah. But that was never going to happen. I forced myself off the floor. For once in my life, I wasn’t alone. Priscilla was right here, helping me through everything. Maybe the unknown wasn’t as frightening when you weren’t forced to face it alone.
Maybe it was because I felt like I didn’t do much of anything yet.
He was a king, but he didn’t act like he was superior to anyone around him—treating me like an equal.
No man had ever tried protecting me before.
“Come on, quick.” He cut me off, and I rolled my eyes as he yanked me, knowing it was futile. I let him try to pull me through the wall and wasn’t a bit surprised when I couldn’t go through.
“Night isn’t full of monsters.” I automatically defended, glaring at him. His incredulous look sort of pissed me off, despite the rescue attempt.
"killing him as I’m sure we both wish would start a war too early, so that will need to wait.”
"some sparse attacks aren’t a war. We’re not quite ready for that—not yet.”
“Harpina lives and breathes battle, it’s why I made her Constable.”
“We can’t be seen here.” He whispered, ducking his head toward mine. “They’ll remember us, Asteria. This is the only way.”
Cyrus officially handed off the responsibility of overseeing his slaves to me, which included his spies. This put me in a perfect position, as it allowed me to gain information I wouldn’t have otherwise. It also meant that everything he learned was filtered through me.
I almost felt bad for her. Was I not doing the same as she? I sought freedom, power over my own life. Princess Daneiris may seek to rise in power, but she was refusing to let men keep her down just because she was a woman.
Sympathy weighed on my heart for Lady Siria. King Calix was her family, her blood. I didn’t know what made Lord Aibek choose as he did, but Lady Siria was loyal to her family.
“You saved me from a lifetime of having my choices taken from me, either by the Fae, or men in general.”
“So he kills some humans—even some Fae? What does it matter? As long as I was living in luxury, safe and sound, that was all that mattered.”
“You think you’ve had it bad? The beautiful Asteria, whose princes and kings will do anything to have.” She scoffed. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of being singled out for such things, we have to slave away for years, to reach any kind of safety, and some don’t even get it then. You even had the luxury of growing up in a little village, where the Fae barely bothered you. Do you know how rare that is?”
“No, I will not abide a woman inheriting my throne!” Aelius shook his head as he slammed his fist down on the table.