Reid agreed with his end goal. However, she wasn’t sure how to go about accomplishing it. If she went with her father, she’d be running away. It might keep her safe and out of harm’s way. Yet, the thought of leaving Dexter here to fend for himself didn’t sit well with her. Not only that, but if she left, she’d also be turning her back on her wedding. On the other hand, this was Reid’s chance to get out of it. However, no matter how she looked at it, the idea of running away and not marrying Dexter felt wrong. “I’ll stay.”

The duke nodded. He approached Reid, then kissed her forehead. “Be smart, stay safe.” On his way out of the room, he mumbled something to Gytha before disappearing.

“Now what?” Reid asked, having no desire to return to the sitting room where the king was.

“That is a good question,” Gytha replied. Going over to the window, she peered outside. “I don’t like any of this. Why are there only men in this so-called army from Melenia? Where is Melenia?”

A knock sounded, and Ackley entered. “King Eldon hereby requests the honor of your presence tonight for supper in the great hall.” His eyes were vacant, his voice bland and monotone.

“He’s made you the errand boy again?” Reid teased, trying to lighten the mood and get some sort of reaction from Ackley.

He didn’t laugh.

Reid waved him over.

“What?” He folded his arms.

“You could kill him right now.”

“I could. But I’m afraid that if something happens to him, those soldiers have orders to attack. We need to tread carefully. I’d like those soldiers to go home before we kill Eldon.”

“We might not get another shot,” she pointed out.

“I hate to sound like Prince Henrick, but we need to consider what’s going to happen to our citizens. I can’t let thousands of innocent people die simply because we want Eldon gone.”

“Thousands of people may die regardless.”

“True.”

“In that case, what’s our next move?”

“It depends on the king’s next move.” He winked. “See you at supper.”

The dukes and the royal family attended supper that evening to honor the king. A feast was spread from one end of the table to the other. King Eldon sat at the head of the table, speaking cordially to those around him. He appeared to be a kind, considerate man, asking questions about wives, children, and harvests. If Reid had to pick a word to describe him, she’d say he was personable.

Watching him, she realized he always appeared that way since he was soft spoken. His easy manner hid his evil intentions. If Reid hadn’t seen his cruel side for herself—if she didn’t know he’d tried to kill his siblings—she’d believe he was simply here for the wedding and the soldiers were for his protection. Because Eldon didn’t look evil. He didn’t act evil. How could he be so cunning and ruthless underneath the façade? It was the perfect cover—one even she’d bought when she’d first met him.