Frostbound Throne by May Sage

Author:May Sage [Sage, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Madam's Books

Twelve

A Red and Gold Storm

The dream had changed. She was still drowning, but then the sun flashed above water, so bright she had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, the three children had disappeared. In their stead, there was a figure—a male, she would have guessed. His face was unclear, but he had dark hair, and he smiled, extending his hand to her.

Devi wanted to take it more than anything, let him pull her to the surface, but her wrists were bound at her back.

She woke up sweating, her breathing erratic. Her room was intact this time, window and all.

Devi frowned. This dream had little to do with her memory. If anything, it seemed like a clearer warning.

She knew three men with dark hair like the shadows in her dream. Three men who smiled and fancied themselves her champion of sort. Rook—and every god knew there was no cause to be wary of him—Drake Night, and Valerius Blackthorn. What did the dream warn her of exactly? Relying on one of them, or not putting her trust in them? She shook her head, chasing away the nonsensical visions. A part of her wondered if she should reach out to Beck and ask him what he thought, but the healer might make a fuss about it.

She could ask Shea. But the queen had bigger problems with Devin Farel and his posse strolling through her city like they owned it.

There was someone else who crossed her mind, but she immediately dismissed the very notion. Valerius would just find a way to make fun of her and wouldn’t be of any help whatsoever.

She bathed, got dressed, and made her way down to headquarters.

At this time on any ordinary day, the castle would have just started to wake, but there was a full house of active servants rushing through the corridor. Where one guard would usually be posted, there were two. Everyone was visibly on their guard.

She arrived at headquarters and found the master’s office closed. Rook was resting against the door.

He was an odd one, a common fae as tall as any high fae, and with very long pointed ears—a lot longer than most high fae, like a handsome knight of old carved in ancient sculptures.

Rook was lean, seemingly frail—seemingly being the key word. Devi had seen him effortlessly carry loads that she would have struggled to move two feet. His features were delicate, almost effeminate. Above all, Rook distinguished himself by using his wings.

Every high fae Devi knew had wings, which they kept firmly hidden under their skin. Showing them was something akin to showing boobs in public. Common fae rarely were bestowed wings at all.

Rook’s looked like a bat’s, dark and velvety. Devi was certain they were soft, although she hadn’t touched them, of course. Grabbing his dick might have been less personal. He kept them out at all times and flew whenever he could. There wasn’t any regulation against it, but it certainly earned him his fair share of disapproving glances.

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