Rosalina
DAYTON HOLDS MY HAND so tight, I’m surprised my fingers aren’t broken. He clenches his jaw,
and a bead of sweat runs down his brow. He hates this.
But there’s one person who hates it more. Keldarion looks in control on the outside, unfazed. But I
can feel the caged beast of his rage blooming in my veins.
Farron staggers away from Caspian, pawing at the choker of thorns.
“Fare,” Dayton chokes. He takes Farron into his arms, both of them shaking.
I ache to comfort him but the best I can do is caress his disheveled hair. “Are you alright?” I ask.
“Yeah, just dizzy.”
“Don’t worry,” Caspian says. “That’s a common side effect of staring into my eyes.”
Both Dayton and I fix the Prince of Thorns with matching glares. A part of me hates that Farron
made a deal with Caspian, but I understand. What choice did he have? He must take control of the
Autumn Realm, but how can he do that if he’s in constant fear of his beast breaking free and wreaking
havoc?
I know what it feels like to make a deal with a beast to save the ones you love. It’s what drove me
to bargain with Keldarion when I was first imprisoned in Castletree.
What fear did Kel have when he made his own deal with the Prince of Thorns? Keldarion pushes
away from the table with such fury, the whole room stills. He turns to Caspian and snarls, “You’re
done here.” Then he storms to the door. “Perth will be here soon. I will await him in the entrance hall.
Ezryn, make sure Caspian leaves.”
As soon as Kel’s gone, Ezryn grips Caspian’s arm. “You heard him. Dinner is over. It’s time to go.”
Caspian slowly tears his eyes from the doorway to Ezryn, gaze glassy as if lost in thought. “What?”
“Return Below, Caspian. It would be unfortunate for Keldarion if Perth knew you were here,”
Ezryn says. He’s so much taller and broader than Caspian, but the Prince of Thorns doesn’t seem
intimidated at all.
“Haven’t you filled your chaos quota for today?” Dayton sneers, sitting back down at the table.
Farron’s head slumps on his shoulder.
“Fine, I’m leaving.” Caspian dusts his shoulder where Ezryn grabbed him. “But before I go, might
we have one game of Moonlight Mastery?”
A thicket of thorns rises from the ground and unfolds like a blooming flower. In the middle is a
small purple box.
“If I recall,” Caspian says, “you, High Prince of Spring, lost our last match.” He plucks a scroll
from the purple box and unfurls it.
I squint at the scroll. It’s divided into three sections by a large T, with an E and a C above each
column. Below the horizontal line is a series of tallies. A scorecard?
Ezryn looks between the box, to the door, and back at the box. I sense an incredible internal debate
going on within him.
Caspian begins to roll up the scroll. “I mean, if you don’t think you can win—”
“One game,” Ezryn snaps. “Then you go.”
“Perfect.” Caspian sets down the box.
I drift to the other side of the table, and Dayton snakes an arm around my waist, gently pulling me to
his lap. The movement is so fluid and comforting, it warms my heart.
“The game is Moonlight Mastery,” Farron explains, seeming to have recovered though his voice is
still raspy. “Ez and Cas have had a bitter rivalry for years.”
Cas. That’s the first I’ve ever heard him called that. The princes know Caspian much more
intimately than I realized. And here he is, playing a game with them while his thorns throttle our
home.
Can you both hate and love something? Someone?
As I watch the Prince of Thorns slowly remove the pieces from the game box, I cannot tell if he has
a nefarious reason for delaying his departure or if he’s just... lonely. All he wanted in exchange for
the bargain was for us to attend his birthday party.
The game set is beautiful: a circular board made of polished white stone, with small orbs in
various colors. “The raised ring around the edges prevents the pieces from falling off,” Farron says.
“The tokens each correspond to a different element in nature, such as fire, water, air, and earth.”
“How do you play?” I ask, hoping the conversation will distract Farron from overthinking the
bargain.
“The objective is to use strategy and manipulation to control the paths of light and shadow that
crisscross the board,” he says. “Players take turns placing their pieces and using their abilities to
obscure or illuminate certain areas of the board. The goal is to trap your opponent in a ring of shadow
or encircle your own pieces in light.”
I look over at Ezryn and Caspian, both beginning to set up their pieces with great intensity. “Does
the winner get a prize or something?”
“I think they may have made some ridiculous bet back when this all started,” Dayton says with a
hint of amusement. “But it’s more about the bragging rights now. Which is quite valuable to those
two.”
The game begins, and I find myself entranced as I watch the princes battle it out. Ezryn moves with
quiet concentration, while Caspian feigns disinterest before interchanging his pieces in a chaotic
fashion. Dayton and Farron are engrossed, each offering Ezryn advice, most of which only frustrates
him. He gives angry shushes without looking away from the board.
I wish I could just settle into the warmth of Dayton’s embrace and enjoy the evening, but there’s a
quiet tugging in my chest. An unsettledness.
Keldarion is suffering.
I slip off Dayton’s lap. “I’m going to check on Kel,” I whisper.
Ezryn straightens and watches as I pass. “I’ll come back as soon as the vizier arrives,” I say.
“Promise.”
He doesn’t like it, but he trusts me. He nods and returns to the game. I leave the dining hall and
make my way to the entrance of Castletree.
KELDARION STANDS IN THE entrance hall, one hand against a pillar, silhouetted by thorns and
ice.
“Kel?”
“Go enjoy your evening, Rosalina,” he says without turning. “Tomorrow, we travel to the Autumn
Realm, and I suspect there will be little rest there.”
I move in front of him. “I can’t rest. There’s a storm inside my chest that cannot be quelled.”
He grips one of the thorns. “Your bond has awakened. With us being so close, it’s strengthening.”
A defiant part of my heart leaps at that. He cannot deny what we have. But also... Do I want to be
with someone only because of a mystical connection and not because they truly care for me?
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I plead.
Keldarion shifts his gaze around the room. Perth Quellos hasn’t arrived yet. When he does, he’ll
come through the door. Unless things have changed, he’s the only one allowed in or out of Castletree.
Whereas the large mirror by the entrance can take the princes anywhere, the door is enchanted to open
to distinct points in each of the realms.
“It seems every day there is another mountain,” he grumbles, pushing away from the wall.
“Rebellions in my realm, frost in Autumn, Farron making a bargain, and you able to control the thorns,
a power he has that belongs to no other.”
“You will speak to Perth today of the rebellions and the frost. Tomorrow, we depart to Autumn to
set things right. Farron has made his choice and be thankful the price is one we can pay together. We
are more powerful united. As for the thorns, this is a good thing. If I manage to understand them, then I
might be able to use that to aid Castletree.”
He gapes at me for a moment, but that coil of frustration, anger—something else—only grows
stronger.
“Is that all?” I ask when he doesn’t reply.
“Leave,” he tells me and begins pacing up and down the entrance hall.
I storm, or rather skate a little on the frosted floor, before sliding and catching myself on one of the
side tables. “Hey,” I snarl. “You can tell Caspian to leave all you want, but this is my home.”
His gaze darkens. “Do you really have no comprehension of the agony your presence brings me?”
Now, I’m gaping. “What have I ever done but try to help you?”
“Go back to the others.”
I still, realization seeping into my bones. “You can smell him.”
“I felt you.” He whirls, hair a tangle of matted white waves. His voice lowers to a primal growl.
“All three times.”
I almost cower. But I recall Dayton’s words and hold my chin high. “I’m surprised you remember
what that feels like. What has it been? Twenty-five years?”
A shocked expression rolls over his features. Autumn may be preparing for war on the Winter
Realm, but their prince started one with me the moment he told me he’d rather watch the world burn
than accept our bond.
I will not let the Enchanted Vale fall or the other princes suffer for this man’s ego.
A husky growl comes out of his throat, “You are the most infuriating creature I have ever
encountered.”
I swish past him, my ivory skirts billowing. “It can hardly bother you that much, Kel. Farron
informed me that a mate bond can drive a person into an uncontrollable jealous rage.”
“Is that why you nearly impaled Caspian on his own thorns?”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mi—” I bite my tongue. Kel’s not mine. He’s made that clear.
“That was a little crazy.”
“On the contrary, that was the best thing I’ve seen in ages.”
My body trills at the scrap of approval from him. Ugh. Is this the mate bond or my own traitorous
heart?
“You weren’t bothered by Dayton and me...” I say, a hint of awkwardness seeping out. “We
messed around, but we didn’t sleep together or anything.”
I know Keldarion doesn’t deserve an explanation, but despite him rejecting our mate bond, he’s a
part of my life. I need to be honest with him.
Keldarion places a large hand on the end table, gripping tightly. “Perhaps my bond is as broken as
my heart. Many emotions plagued me as your feelings collided with mine, but in the end... There is
only contentment in me that you were satisfied.”
A wave of disbelief washes over me as I struggle to make sense of the situation. “That is not the
answer I expected. I didn’t see you as the type to allow your mate to be with anyone else. Even if you
want nothing to do with me.”
He gazes at me for a second, then shakes his head. “I could kick Dayton’s ass if it would make you
feel better?”
“No.”
There’s silence and then Keldarion grumbles, “Dayton’s not anyone else.”
I grab his arm. “Farron has a theory. He thinks the reason he and Day don’t experience jealousy is
because there’s a connection between the princes. Maybe from the curse, or maybe from living in
Castletree altogether.”
“Farron and his theories.” Kel quirks his head, studying me in a new light. “I know about you and
Dayton, and Farron couldn’t be subtle about his affection for you if he tried. Did something happen
between you and Ezryn?”
Shit, I’m officially the worst secret keeper in all of Castletree. A flush blooms over my cheeks. It
wasn’t like Ezryn told me to keep it secret before he rushed out of there. “He might have kissed me.”
“His helmet?”
“Did a whole light smashing, complete darkness thing,” I explain. “I didn’t see his face.”
Keldarion seems to consider this for a moment, running a hand through his long hair. I know I’ve
sensed tension between the two of them lately, and I don’t want to worsen it. But he says, “It makes
sense.”
Maybe Farron’s scientific methods are rubbing off on me, or maybe it’s my need to figure out this
new magical thing inside me, but I want to test Farron’s theory.
“So, if the whole jealousy thing doesn’t affect you,” I say, “I should go down to the Summer Realm
and visit one of those naked orgy rooms Dayton told me about—”
Keldarion is on me in an instant. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me to the small end table.
His arms create a cage around my body, his breath a warm growl by my ear. “You will do no such
thing.”
I reach for him, desperate for this show of affection. My dress snags on the thorns, a chill rushing
over my shoulders. But his chest is comforting as it presses against mine. “I guess your bond isn’t
entirely broken.”
He looks down as I spread my legs to wrap around his waist. “So it would seem.”
“Dayton told me that if I was with someone other than the princes of Castletree, he’d kill them and
take me in their blood.”
At those words, Keldarion pulls me tighter against him, and I can feel all of his hard body. “Not
every word out of his mouth is complete idiocy.”
I nearly melt into his touch, my mind muddled with his closeness. “Would you do the same?”
He cups my face. “What wouldn’t I do for you?”
“Would you let me love you?”
He stills, and I come roaring back to reality. The reality where Keldarion hates me, and these small
glimpses of affection fade like a dream.
He shakes his head and begins to step away.
But I scramble forward, more of my flowing dress catching and ripping on the thorns. I snatch
Keldarion’s shirt, hauling him closer, still seated on the tiny table. “Why do you do this, Kel? It’s
cruel. I’m so sick of trying to make sense of you.”
“Fulfill your desires with the other princes, Rose. This fate is not in the stars for us.”
“But you’re my mate.” I tug his face down to mine until we’re nose to nose. “Our bond could break
the curse.”
His gaze trails down my body. I realize the gauzy dress has torn, loosening the fabric around my
chest, the upper curve of my breasts on full display. His calloused hand runs over the delicate skin. A
wave of molten desire courses through me. I drive my hips forward, feeling his steel pleasure
waiting.
His thumb presses in the soft flesh, exploring, and a male groan emits from his throat. The mere
sound of it causes wetness to pool between my legs. “Kiss me, Kel,” I whisper, arching my neck, “or
I will die of it.”
Roughly, he grips the back of my neck with one hand and my arm with the other. My eyes flutter
closed.
But the kiss doesn’t come. I blink my eyes open to see Keldarion completely still.
“Kel?”
His grip on my arm tightens, his whole body vibrating. Something feral flashes in his gaze as he
growls, “Who did this to you?”