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Chapters (50)
  1. The Plan Commences
  2. Table of Contents
  3. The Grieving
  4. The Mortal Blow
  5. The New Queen
  6. The Marital Bed
  7. The Trembling
  8. The Reinforcements
  9. The Vision
  10. The Setback
  11. The Incomplete Circle
  12. The Game
  13. The Gale
  14. The Plan
  15. The Splendor
  16. The Breakfast
  17. The Formidables
  18. The Sisterhood
  19. The Allies
  20. The Discipline
  21. The Significance
  22. The Patra
  23. The Doors
  24. The Finnie
  25. The Final Choice
  26. The Worth
  27. The Chalk
  28. The Unicorns
  29. The Dance
  30. The Vows
  31. The Enchantments
  32. The Surprise
  33. The Trick
  34. The Confrontation
  35. The Honesty
  36. The Kiss
  37. The Call
  38. The Decision
  39. The Duo
  40. The Wrongs
  41. The New Advisor
  42. The Welcome
  43. The Pet
  44. The Sacred Horn
  45. The Decryption
  46. The Royal Wedding
  47. The Plan Commences
  48. About the Author
  49. Books by Kristen Ashley
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Pecking at them with my fingers, I pulled at my curls, giving them more volume around my face as I stared into the looking glass that hung from a post in Aramus and my tent.

After nightly swims and daily showers in fresh water, I was going through my supply of oils and essences to keep them healthy, bouncy, separated and tamed, as I liked them.

This meant we’d have to find an apothecary along our journey to Wodell so I could blend some more.

Although Aramus had received a bird saying that we had much longer to make our way to Notting Thicket than we’d previously thought, we still had to leave. And soon. We’d dallied more than a few days and we’d been told the journey would take at least three weeks at a quick pace. From the beginning, we had little time to linger.

Therefore, we were leaving in the morning.

I would need far less oil and essence for my hair once we were inland.

I still needed to blend.

I sighed, turned away, and my skirts that had a number of loose, filmy panels that drifted like kelp around my thighs twirled about my legs as I did so.

I grabbed a short piece of toweling that was resting on our pallet as I made my way to the flaps of the tent that were tied back, giving me a wide view of the magnificent sea. I walked through the opening and stepped out onto the sand.

And felt my foot hit home.

I could not stop my smile.

Xi was wandering in front of our tent. He looked to me and I turned my smile to him.

“Good day, Xi,” I called.

“My queen,” he replied on a return smile and stopped.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“Attempting to murder a squad of soldiers he’s drilling in sand maneuvers,” he answered, jerking his head back down the beach.

I turned that way to see perhaps twenty men doing things with Aramus standing before them, shouting.

“Mind,” Xi went on, and I looked back at him. “They’ve already drilled in these maneuvers about five hundred times. But I suppose you can never be too ready.”

I really should not laugh but I was having difficulty not doing just that.

“Has that rider I asked you to send returned?” I inquired.

He shook his head, but his brown eyes were dancing. “Though I expect him this afternoon. I’ll find you the minute he arrives.”

“I’d appreciate that, Xi.”