The Prince and the Ice King by Amanda Meuwissen

Author:Amanda Meuwissen [Meuwissen, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-955-5
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2021-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

REARDON SPENT much of the afternoon with Nigel in the music room, though neither felt their work was close to completion after only one day. Reardon wanted his tune to be perfect, and Nigel wanted his epic to be unmatchable as well. They’d continue to help one another until both pieces were just right.

Before dinner, Reardon and Shayla went out to forage for several specific items to begin testing. After learning Caitlin’s story, Reardon hadn’t been certain he wanted to go down this route. His father had given so much of himself trying to discover the truth of what really happened to Queen Reagan. Reardon didn’t want to lose himself to it too, but as the days passed since hearing what had really happened, he hadn’t been able to shake the dream that he could finally put all this to rest for everyone.

He and Shayla were late getting back for dinner, the sun setting before they had finished eating. Reardon was hurrying his dinner to more swiftly join the king, even if he thought he might discover a locked door when he finally arrived.

“What’s the rush?” Barclay asked. “I thought you’d want to spend more time in the tower starting experiments.”

“Discovering what killed my mother is only one of my goals. There’s time for everything, but tonight, I have somewhere to be.” Reardon had only just started to get up when a commotion struck.

The members of the court—sans the king, of course—burst in from the back of the room.

They were all human, and everyone in the castle knew the truth—but they didn’t all know that Reardon knew, and several people gaped and cast Reardon nervous glances.

“Didn’t you all hear?” Branwen called, leading the pack. “The Emerald Prince had a run about the castle last night.”

He looked much as Reardon had seen yesterday, since he’d still been dressed at the time, in a simple sunset-colored tunic—though in Reardon’s mind, he imagined he’d look quite at home in heavy armor.

The others Reardon had seen in various states of undress, so it was different seeing them in normal finery: Zephyr in similar dress to his usually transparent doublet, Liam in a long robe-like cloak befitting of a wizard, and Josie in a beautiful gown of cream and gold.

“Now,” Branwen went on, as he came to stand behind Reardon at the center table, “let’s see if I can teach our royal pain in the rear how to drink properly.” The slap Branwen gave to the middle of Reardon’s back rivaled any from Shayla, and there was a loud chorus of cheers.

“N-no, I can’t—”

“You can.” Branwen wedged in between Reardon and Barclay—who didn’t seem to mind once Josie sat at his other side—while Zephyr and Liam joined their respective partners. “I hear you bedded the king,” Branwen whispered, “yet he’s still being an ass. Maybe make him sweat a little tonight.”

Dissent was readily on Reardon’s tongue, but his words went stale. He hadn’t considered that tactic. He’d told the king he would come see him. The king was expecting him to try.

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