Kingdom Cold by Brittni Chenelle

Author:Brittni Chenelle [Chenelle, Brittni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ya fantasy, Best Selling Fantasy, Diverse Fantasy, multicultural, YA Fantasy Romance, YA Romance, Kingdom, YA Multicultural, interracial romance
Publisher: Brittni Chenelle
Published: 2019-02-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Princess Charlotte

A FLECK OF SCATTERED light tickled my eyelids, waking me like a soft whisper, welcoming me to the dawn. I traced its source to the white ball gown in the center of my bedroom. It stood erect on its own, maintaining its rigid and elaborate shape. Droves of white fabric draped in layers filling a full skirt and endless train. Tiny hand-sewn porcelain beads scattered along the bottom of each layer and across the ornately beaded bodice, with a low dipping neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. Beside the dress was a small table with long white gloves and a glittering tiara.

I circled the dress several times, leaping over the train in the back each time. It must have taken many sleepless nights to complete on time, but here it was. It was the loveliest dress I'd ever seen in any royal event anywhere. A month ago, I would have squealed and called Milly to help me put it on, but this wasn't just a fine dress, it was a wedding dress, which meant this was my last day to save Young.

I headed to the armory. The hallways of the castle were quiet and still. I must've been up earlier than I thought. Suddenly, Emmett's voice filled the hall. I stopped and hid behind a column.

Emmett’s voice rang out from the castle’s entrance. "Tell McCaffrey I'll need him to go with me to fetch the king. He has five minutes."

"Yes, Your Highness," a soldier responded before their retreating footsteps and the silence that followed indicated they’d gone.

I felt the strength drain from my legs. Did he mean my father? Tears stung my eyes. I pushed my weight against the column until I caught my breath. My father's alive. I took a deep breath, but I wouldn't let myself believe it until I saw him. I wiped the tears from my eyes and continued to the armory.

The royal armory was much smaller at the southern castle. Still, it was packed with enough weapons and armor to fully equip Emmett's entire army twice. The quartermaster was an elderly man with tattered hands.

"Your Highness," he said with a bright grin. His smile was pleasant, despite the fact he was missing most of his teeth. "It's been some time since you've come down here."

I smiled, straining to remember his name, but I couldn't. "Uhm, I need a sword," I said.

His smile drooped, framing his mouth with lines much akin to ripples in a lake. "What is the occasion?" he asked, looking more concerned.

"A wedding gift for my new husband," I said.

Dread filled the shopkeeper’s eyes. "I hope it’s not for the wedding today." He shook his head. "I wish you'd come sooner. I could have commissioned a sword fine enough for Prince Emmett, surely I have nothing on hand of that caliber."

I sighed. "Please, if you had commissioned it, he would have found out about it. Will you just show me what you have?"

His smile returned. "Of course, Princess. Right this way." He led me through the rows of helmets to the swords in the back.

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