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“Please.”
That voice.
Oh, that voice.
Honey and velvet, and naked, wet flesh by the lake after sinfully hot summer nights. I lick my lower lip.
She doesn’t even think to face me, taking me for a servant. I’m glad of it. I need a moment before I stare into those eyes.
I hand her the sweet, dark wine and the beauty finally turns to face me.
Here you are.
Her eyes are unbelievable. They look like warm stars exploding in darkness, the amber so deep I could stare into them for a lifetime. They’re also empty, void of wants, of passion, of life. I try to focus on that flaw, rather than the perfect doe shape, the impossible length of her thick lashes, the shape of her brows, that upturned nose, and that mouth.
By the old gods,that mouth. I need it on my cock like I need my next breath. I’llhaveit on my cock.
Her sensual lips part and a small gasp crosses her lips. I recall that I am Caldoryn Valderath, grandson of the god of shade, who brought the first night into this world, and generally, someone women find worthy of a second look.
Even she.
A smirk slowly creeps at the corner of my lips.
“Doryn,” I say, introducing myself freely, as there isn’t a soul in Allea who knows that name belongs to the king of Nyxar.
“Rhea,” she breathes, soft, pliant,perfect.
“After the first goddess of light, Mara-Rhea, I assume.” A chuckle rumbles in my throat. “Your parents were confident.”
If that’s her real name. I believe it is, mainly because it suits her so well.
“I was an adorable baby,” she admits, her tone conspiratorial, teasing.
Oh, the gods have no mercy. This creature’s sweet and funny, too.
I know right then, I won’t kill her. Even after she attempts to murder me. I can’t afford not to now I know what she is.
Besides, there are far more delightful ways to make her suffer for it.
6
RHEA
Doryn is fun, charming, and more beautiful than I knew a man could be. I only take a few sips, but the wine is delicious, and the company, agreeable.
Part of me wondered if I could have become this under different circumstances; a simple girl flirting at a party. In another crowd, of course. This one is too rich for my blood.
I don’t lose sight of the fact that he’s the enemy. I don’t have to ask if he’s from this court or from Allea; he wears his colors proudly, his ink-black jacket embroidered with silver moon crescents at the lapel. But he’s nice all the same, and does his best to put me at ease, despite where I am, and what I have to do in mere moments.
I wonder if he’ll hate me after I kill his king. I’d like to think not. I’d love it if the world exploded in cheers. The king of shade is likely a tyrant, hated by all. But that’s a fantasy. This room is full of privileged nobles. Even if they did disapprove of the king’s actions, they’d still outwardly support him for appearances’ sake. They all made vows, and their continued prosperity depends on upholding them.
“I didn’t realize we’d be summoned today,” I say, aiming for a casual tone. “Isn’t the equinox tomorrow?”
“Indeed.” Doryn inclines his head. “But the king never wastes an opportunity for a party.”
My jaw tightens. He murders innocents by the thousands and he likes toparty?
“Well, I hope he doesn’t expect us all to dance, after traveling hundreds of miles in cramped carriages.” I’d like to think I sound like an entitled noble. Never mind that my carriage was certainly large enough.
