Lord of Winter by Ana Calin

Author:Ana Calin [Calin, Ana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fae, fae king, dark king, fae romance, fae fantasy
Publisher: Ana Calin
Published: 2019-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Arielle

“THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS, sick, unacceptable,” I snap as I pace my chamber. I hitch up the folds of my pale blue dress, and drop them angrily. “He’s not only selling me to the highest bidder, he has me dress up like a courtesan, too.”

Edith stares at me from the bed where she’s sitting with her legs tucked under her. The tense look in her otherwise soft brown eyes tells me she just wants me to calm down, I’m making her nervous.

I turn to the vanity table mirror, trying hard to keep back the swear words pooling in my mouth. I’m wearing a pompous dress with a corset that Edith helped tighten around my body, because Xerxes likes seeing women’s bare shoulders, especially when they’re delicate, like mine—or so Minerva relayed to us through Pablo, when she sent the dress. Also, she’d forwarded the order that my breasts should display a ‘nice swell’, without a necklace to soften the impact.

“I look like a—” I want to say prostitute, but clench my teeth on time. Pablo has just appeared in the door.

“Everything is set, Milady,” he says. “We’re leaving.”

Another reason why I could spit Lysander in the face. The man seems set on going from wrong to wronger every freaking day. That he sells me, and puts my life in danger, is one thing, but he also insisted that Edith and Pablo came along as my own small retinue, to mark my status as a noble fae.

I square my shoulders, and wait for Edith to join me before starting to the door. The guards wait for us to pass them, then I hear them marching behind us, their metallic footwear clamoring against the castle floor. By the time we reach the ground floor, where we can hear the ocean waves crashing against the castle’s rocky base, a small army has gathered behind us.

In the middle of the main hall we meet three other small armies—Minerva with her people to the left, her predator eyes fixed on me; Sandros with his military squad of fae in silver and metal to the right, and Lysander right in front of me in all his splendor. He’s wearing mailed armor that hugs his muscular body in a way that would make any woman drool, his shiny golden hair flowing to his broad shoulders, his chiseled warrior-king features set in grim determination.

Something stirs in my core when I look at him, but force myself to keep my wits about me. I clench my fists, hiding them behind my back, making sure that he can’t see that I’m struggling. I have to stop ogling Lysander, or he’ll realize that I have an urge to touch his body. It looks indestructible, and I can’t help wondering what it would feel like on me.

He takes a step forward, his men slamming their heels into the ground. It reverberates against the castle walls with the sound of war.

“As we expected, Xerxes has asked for a meeting, so he can see the ocean king’s descendant with his own eyes.

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