After I had been washed, fed, and fitted in a lavish gown adorned with too many crystalline beads, which seemed a little different—more constricting—than what I had been wearing, Liora led me out of the royal wing and into the receiving room.
At the end of the rectangular-shaped room sat a large throne. The back resembled a tree with limbs stretching out and around it. Thick black furs covered the throne and the platform it sat on. Large braziers bloomed fire all around the room and the high stained-glass windows reflected all matter of fae and beast.
Murmurs swept through the room. Fae adorned in flowing gowns and vibrant robes eyed me, some with contempt, others with curiosity. Their whispers sent a chill through me, but I held my chin higher, trying not to break under their judging gazes.
“I hear your throne will be shaped like the rose on your hand.”
Gideon appeared beside me, dressed in a black doublet, his silvery-blond hair slicked back, showcasing his pointed ears.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Your Majesty.” He bowed, smiling.
I should tell him about the diary. But how do I do that?
“Since the king has yet to arrive, why don’t I introduce you to some nobles who have come to meet you?”
Gideon had shown me kindness, but he was still fae. Clever, charming, and full of ulterior motives. But what choice did I have? I needed allies, and by the contemptuous looks in the room, my options were limited.
“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”
Gideon looked at Liora, who dismissed herself from my side.
When she was far enough away, I whispered, “Actually, if we can speak somewhere more privately, I have a few questions about the court.”
Seeming to take my hidden meaning, he gave a slight nod. “Have you seen the atrium yet?”
I shook my head.
“I think you’ll enjoy it.” He stepped beside me and we started walking.
Two guards followed.
“You’re queen now. You’ll need to get used to that.”
“I don’t think that’s something anyone can get used to.”
The fae dressed in golden armor kept a few feet behind us, curved blades hanging by their sides.
“How is my queen faring this morning?”
My queen…
Hearing those words filled me with an odd emotion. Being queen had been a childhood dream, but one I had long given up.
“I am well. You?”
“Better now that I know my queen is okay. And she is, right?”
His tone changed a bit, lowering in sympathy.
“Better than expected.”
He stepped closer but didn’t touch me. “I know how difficult last night must have been, but it proves just how strong you are.”
The hall ended in a beautiful domed atrium. The rain continued to pelt against the castle, but the sound on the paned glass was oddly comforting. We stepped inside and the guards stood by the entrance, blocking anyone from entry.
When the rain and thunder drowned out the surrounding noise, I turned to Gideon, my heart racing. “I found something.”
