Frozen Tides (Falling Kingdoms 4)

It was Lord Kurtis, now standing before her, stunningly tall. He was even taller than Magnus, but with a more slender build with narrow shoulders and thin arms: traits of one who’d spent his life in leisure. His smile was amiable, and his green eyes reminded her of the olive trees in the courtyard back at her home.

“It’s lovely to see you too,” she said.

“I’m glad our paths have crossed today.” His brows drew together. “I wanted to personally apologize for disrespecting your husband in front of you. It was incredibly rude of me and I’m deeply ashamed.”

Cleo tried to think of the best way to reply, and made a quick decision to speak her mind as bluntly as a Kraeshian would. “Perhaps you could have acted more diplomatically, but I think the prince’s behavior was overly rude and uncalled for. Please accept my apology for your embarrassment.”

“I’d say embarrassment took second place to the fear that he’d actually have my throat cut, your grace. But thank you.”

“You were only standing up for what you believed was your duty.”

“Yes, but I should have known to show more care in my words and actions when it comes to the prince. After all, I already know . . .”

“Go on,” she prompted. “What do you know?”

He shook his head and lowered his gaze. “I shouldn’t say any more.”

“No, you absolutely should.”

Kurtis looked concerned, as if he were wrestling with whether or not to speak, which only made Cleo more eager to hear it. “Please,” she said. “Tell me.”

o;Prince Magnus scares me. He reminds me so much of the king.” Petrina shivered, then bit her bottom lip. “Apologies. It’s inappropriate of me to admit these thoughts to you.”

“Nonsense. You absolutely must feel free to speak your mind around me. I insist.” Even though Cleo wouldn’t keep this uncoordinated girl as her attendant, she knew it was best to make friends wherever she could find them. “In fact, if you ever hear any news or information around the palace that you think I should know about, come to me immediately. I promise to keep every secret.”

Petrina’s face whitened. “Are you asking me to spy for you, your grace?”

“No!” Cleo covered her immediate alarm with a bright smile. Nerissa was always happy to spy—she took to it as naturally as breathing. “Of course not. What a silly suggestion.”

“The king has always dealt harshly with spies. It’s said he cuts their eyes out and feeds them to his dogs.”

Nausea rose within Cleo and she fought to hold on to her pleasant expression. “I’m sure that’s only a rumor. Anyway, you may be excused now.”

“But your hair—”

“It’s fine as it is. Really. Thank you.”

Petrina curtseyed and left without further protest. Alone now in front of the mirror, Cleo studied her reflection, dismayed to see that her hair was a mess of half-finished braids and tangles at the back of her head. After working on it unsuccessfully for a few moments with the brush, she gave up.

“I need Nerissa,” she said aloud to herself.

Not only for her skills as an attendant, but also because Cleo needed to know if she’d received any word from Jonas. In Cleo’s last correspondence with the rebel, she’d given him secret information on how to claim three of the Kindred orbs. However, since then she’d heard nothing from him.

For all she knew, Jonas had failed. Or, worse, he’d succeeded and sold the crystals to the highest bidder. Or, much worse than that . . . he was dead.

“Yes, Nerissa,” she said again, nodding to herself. “I desperately need Nerissa.”

But how could she convince Magnus to send for her?

Well, she would simply have to demand it, of course. She would not cower before the prince, not today and not ever. Though, truthfully, she’d been deeply appalled and confused by the dramatic display she’d witnessed with Lord Kurtis. It was as if Magnus had been possessed by the spirit of King Gaius, turning him cruel and heartless; into something everyone within a ten-mile radius should fear.

She narrowed her eyes at her reflection. “Clearly,” she said to herself, “you’re forgetting that he is cruel and heartless. What happened in Ravencrest doesn’t change that. For all you know, he was trying to manipulate you. Why do you constantly make excuses for his foul behavior? Are you that much of a fool, to let a few pretty words and a regrettable kiss change your mind?”

Magnus had saved her from certain death in the Auranian dungeon, that was undeniable. But there were many reasons why he would have done it beyond her being . . . being . . .

How exactly had he put it?

“As if you’ve forgotten a single word he said,” she whispered.