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– FAIR ISLE ART –
Every young woman dreams of marrying a royal. A king, a prince, it doesn’t matter, so long as he’s richer than sin and handsome enough to fake a smile at. What else could a girl ask for?
Well, a working brain, for starters. And I do suggest all young women have one of those. That way, she’d know marrying a royal would be The. Worst. Thing.
You see, here in Eisleigh, all young women are eligible to be married off to a king. There’s just one problem.
He’ll probably eat you before you make it to your wedding bed. Read the full excerpt here.
We’re going to war.
The dining room at Bircharbor Palace feels like it’s growing smaller, shrinking around its three occupants—Aspen, Foxglove, and me—until it’s nothing more than a pinprick of light. The summer heat wafting through the open expanse cut from the wall behind me sends waves of dizziness to my head. I take in a deep breath, then another, but I can’t seem to get enough air.
I jump to my feet as Foxglove enters the room. “What do you mean I’m not going to like it? Where is Aspen? Is he all right?”
“He’s fine,” Foxglove says. “The threat has been dealt with, and the king is uninjured.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Where is he now?”
“He’s in his study, but that’s not why I came here. I came to talk to you myself. There are…things I think you have the right to know…
No one dreams of starting a war.
A revolution, maybe, but never a war. Personally, I’ve never been one for revolutions or warfare, preferring to fight death and illness in the surgery room. Instead of a sword, I once favored the scalpel. Laudanum. Chloroform. All essential weapons against threats to mortal lives.
But that was back when I thought I was mortal. Human.
Madame Rose leaves me in the foyer for several minutes. When she returns, she guides me into one of the halls that branch off from there. The carpets are plush and red, the walls papered with red and gold designs of roses and vines.
Before I went to Faerwyvae, I might have considered the decor luxurious. Compared to fae luxury, however, this place is hideous.
– VISUAL INSPIRATION –