Three carriages stopped in front of the palace. The Axian soldiers continued around the side, out of sight. Only Marsden soldiers remained. One man dismounted, hurried over to the first carriage, and opened the door. Princess Dana emerged in a simple tan dress, her hair in a single braid. After a moment, Queen Harlow appeared and accepted the doorman’s proffered hand, allowing him to help her out. In a sky-blue dress, her hair in soft waves around her face, the queen found her footing, then smoothed the folds of her gown.

Another man dismounted, barking out a few orders. The carriages and soldiers headed around the side of the palace, following the path the Axian soldiers had taken.

Reid scanned the three people at the foot of the steps—Prince Gordon, Princess Dana, and Queen Harlow. Henrick introduced himself before apologizing to the queen about the harrowing experience she’d endured when they’d been attacked on their journey.

“My wife, Princess Nara, will see you to your rooms. I’m sure you’d like to rest after such a long and trying journey. If you’re up for it, we will see you at supper.”

With a gracious smile, Nara stepped forward, inviting the queen and princess into the palace.

Once the women disappeared, Gordon approached.

“We’re so sorry you were attacked,” Colbert said. “We’re currently investigating the situation.”

“I’m glad. Thankfully, King Eldon wasn’t with us,” Gordon replied.

“Where is the king?” Henrick asked. “I’d hoped we’d have time for a talk.”

“He’ll be along shortly,” was all Gordon would say.

After they entered the palace and exchanged a few more pleasantries, Colbert offered to escort Gordon to his room.

Prince Henrick excused himself. He’d arranged for the dukes to go hunting, and he was eager to join them.

Reid decided to go to the library to find Finn. She wanted to make sure he had food and water. Plus, she needed to ensure he didn’t get into any trouble with all the strangers in the palace.

Gytha emerged from the shadows, joining her. “What’s wrong with the queen? Doesn’t she speak?”

“Women aren’t encouraged to speak unless they are spoken to. And even then, they are expected to be demure.”

Gytha shuddered. “It’s a good thing you were raised as a man then.”

A laugh escaped Reid.

“Lady Reid,” Gordon called from down the hall.

A chill spread over her skin. What could he possibly have to say to her? She risked a glance at Gytha, whose eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“Yes, Prince Gordon?” Reid said, turning to face him.

He walked toward her, Colbert at his side. While Reid still found Prince Gordon handsome, any pull she’d previously felt had vanished.

Smiling, he stopped a respectful distance away. “It’s good to see you.”

Reid chose not to respond. Instead, she merely inclined her head.