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“Thank you, Willow. And again, I’m sorry.”

“Forgiven,” her best friend added with a smile. Folding the top, she set it aside, to focus her attention on a leather suit that was draped over the table. One I assumed Evie would wear for the mission tomorrow. “I can just make you a new one. After all, now that you have suspiciously begun to wear more dresses, you’ll need as many as you can to impress...”

“Impress? Who, exactly?”

“Well, I don’t know… a certain warrior perhaps?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone. I assure you,” Evie huffed, but there was an inflection in her voice that told me it wasn’t true.

“Of course not. You just happened to develop a sudden love for these outfits, after I’ve spent a lifetime fighting with you to wear them.”

“Well, I’m going to be the queen soon, I might as well get used to them.”

I repressed the chuckle, feeling flattered that she was wearing those because she knew I loved them on her.

“So, it doesn’t have anything to do with Braxton’s addition to the guard?”

Evie choked with the question, desperately coughing. “No, it doesn’t!” she argued, and I grinned, wanting to kiss her madly, but settling for fixing my grip on the freaking wall.

My fingers were going numb.

“Okay, good. Because I’ve decided to choose him.”

“You what?!” Evie’s screech sounded much closer, so I risked a look over the frame to find her taking a glass of water from the night table next to her window, attempting to calm her cough.

“Psst!” I called surreptitiously to catch her attention. Nothing. Making sure that Willow was still by the other side of the room, I turned to Evie again. “Psst!”

Her head lifted towards me with the noise, her blue eyes widening. “What are you doing out there?” she whisper-hissed.

“What did you say?” Willow asked, and I ducked again.

“What? Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“So, you don’t mind if I choose Braxton to pair with?”

“You don’t want Braxton as your mate. You are only trying to get a reaction out of me, and I’m not falling for it,” Evie retorted.

“A reaction? You mean like the horrified screech you just unleashed when I asked about him?” Willow laughed, and I could only imagine the expression Evie was giving her.

“That was only because, because… Well, because he’s much younger than you are, and I can’t imagine you would want that,” Evie blurted, and my chest shook with silent laughter.

Willow was totally onto something, and by the sound of it, she planned to make Evie’s life miserable until she confessed what she was hiding.

“I see. Well, you’ll be glad to know that age doesn’t matter to me. He is handsome, skilled, and strong. So if you don’t have any objections, I shall proceed to court him.”

“Court him?!” Evanna squealed, but my amusement swiftly faded when my hands started trembling.

My muscles burned from holding myself to the rocky façade for so long; I couldn’t keep my grip any longer. Cursing under my breath, I began to go down the same way I came up, deciding to return later, much later, and hopefully have better luck.

Sounds of movement in the hallway startled me the moment my boots landed in my room, and I was safely inside it. I turned to see Kingston entering the space.

“Good, you are still awake. Come with me.”

Shit! He had almost caught me. “Sure.” I cleared my throat. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll know when we get there,” he retorted, without any other explanation and left, expecting me to follow.

The broken Dragon atop the Lost Kingdom’s castle got bigger and bigger as we rode on horses towards it. It was one thing to see it from above, on the back of a flying Dragon, but from the ground, it became ten times more magnificent. I wished I had seen it in its full glory, and appreciated the true and honorable reign that it used to be.

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