Her lips were soft yet demanding, and she smelled of jasmine and peach blossoms.
Finally, she drew back from him, her gaze now fixed on the ground. “Apologies. I couldn’t help myself.”
He grappled for a response. “Don’t apologize.”
“I’d hate for Cleo to find out.” She furrowed her brow slightly. “I’d hoped she and I could become good friends. The last thing I’d want to do is to make her jealous.”
As if that were even possible. “Let’s not speak of it again.”
“Not unless you want to speak of this again.” She paused. “I must admit, I would welcome that conversation.”
She was surprising in so many ways, the bold and unexpected kiss being only the most recent. He wasn’t sure what to make of her—was she a princess out for fun and scandal, or was she more ambitious and strategic? Whichever it was, it did feel as if a game had begun between them, and Amara had made the first move.
Amara turned to her handmaiden. “Let’s go back inside and ensure the trunks are being placed in the correct rooms, shall we?”
The handmaiden curtsyed. “Yes, princess.”
Magnus watched the two girls walk back to the villa. Just before they passed the threshold, out came Prince Ashur, making his way down the garden pathway with a smug look on his face.
“My sister is quite a handful, isn’t she?” he said.
That was an understatement, but Magnus was accustomed to dealing with complicated princesses. “She certainly strikes me as a girl who likes to forge her own path.”
“Indeed.”
“It’s time for me to return to the palace. I hope that you have everything you need here.”
“Everything except the answers I seek,” Ashur said. “Perhaps you can be more accommodating to me another day.”
“Perhaps.” Magnus turned to go, but stopped himself. “I almost forgot something.”
“What’s that?”
He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulled out a tightly wrapped package, then unfolded the cloth to reveal a small golden dagger.
Ashur blinked.
“Princess Cleiona offers much gratitude for your wedding gift of this Kraeshian bridal dagger, but she has asked me to return it at my earliest convenience. It’s such a pretty present, but it could easily injure someone by accident. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Ashur took the blade and dared to meet Magnus’s gaze. “No, we wouldn’t.”
“I’ll see you again soon,” Magnus said, turning away for good now. “I hope you continue to enjoy your stay in my father’s little kingdom.”
The Kraeshians weren’t the only ones capable of playing games.
CHAPTER 6
LUCIA
AURANOS
The walls were closing in on her.
For far too long, Lucia had been cooped up inside the palace. Her father’s concern over her health had kept her from being able to freely roam around outside. She’d tolerated the king’s overprotective nature, knowing he kept her confined only because he loved her, but as the weeks passed, her desire for freedom had grown.
It was now too strong to ignore. She had to make a stand today, to demand permission to seek fresh air beyond the palace courtyard, to explore the kingdom she had helped to conquer. And she wouldn’t allow anyone—not even the king—to control her.
She prayed to the goddess Valoria for the strength and wisdom she needed, then left her chambers, confident in her quest.