the fact that my hands are shaking. “Despite what I look like, I’m not a coin to be spent.”
I thought there was silence before, but now it’s crushing. Even the wind outside has gone quiet. I look around, though I’m not sure why. For an ally? I have none.
I don’t know the hit is coming until my head snaps to the right and an explosion of red-starry pain crashes over my eyes.
The only way I’m able to stay upright from the hit across my cheek is because his hands are fisted at the back of my dress, his hold crushing some of my ribbons between his knuckles.
Fulke wrenches me to face Midas, who’s already striding this way, the crowd parting for him like he’s a rushing rapid, a river to cut through the land.
“Is this how your saddles speak to royalty?” Fulke asks, spit flying from his furious mouth and hitting the side of my throbbing face as he shakes me. “I should have her head!”
“Well, I gave you her cunt, not her head,” Midas replies coolly as he walks past the gawking crowd.
My own weak river flows down my cheeks, pitiful drips that move nothing at all, landing uselessly at the floor near my feet.
I know I should keep my mouth shut. I know this. But I can’t help it, and I’m already in trouble as it is, so why not? What the hell have I got to lose?
“Aren’t I worth more than this?” I ask quietly. Not to Fulke, but to Midas. Not about the gild of my skin, but the love of my heart. Isn’t that worth more?
“Worth?” King Midas seethes as he stops in front of me. His tone is quiet, but the closest onlookers can still hear, and everyone is pressing closer, straining to hear what he says. “You are worth more than all the gold in this castle. But I still own you, and I will spend you any way I see fit.”
I’ve never heard a heart shatter, but it sounds like a crack spreading up glass.
But you promised to keep me safe. You promised I’d always have your heart.
I want to say it, but I’m silent. My wet eyes scream with the truth of those soundless words, but my king doesn’t hear me.
Midas looks over at his ally. “Apologies, King Fulke. You’ll have to excuse her innocence. I’ve always spoiled her. She will not misbehave again.”
I can’t tell if Fulke is assuaged, because I don’t look at him. Midas’s eyes flick behind me to the guards. “Escort Auren to King Fulke’s rooms.”
“No!”
Spurred into action, I try to wrench away, but I’m dragged forward by two of Fulke’s guards, like it’s not even a strain. Smashed between the guards’ purple-dipped armor, I’m mindless with anger, with shock. I hurl curses at them left and right, but their holds don’t loosen.
King Fulke stalks in front of us as we walk through the doorway. “Quiet!” he snaps. “Or I will belt you this night until your golden skin is welted!”
My mouth shuts, though I’m not convinced that will save me. I defied him publicly, and in my experience, defying a king never goes unpunished.
Outside of the ballroom, I’m hauled across the entry hall, my escorts turning me in the direction of the grand staircase at the other end of the room. But before we reach it, the main doors suddenly fly open, and a soldier wearing Fulke’s armor comes sprinting in. Midas’s guards standing watch at the door shout for him to stop, but he ignores them when he spots Fulke and starts racing toward his king.
His heavy purple cloak is covered in snow and ice, his boots muddy with frozen slosh. He slips on the floor as he runs, yet he doesn’t lose his feet. “My king!”
Fulke stops with a frown. “What is the meaning of this?”
Stopping in front of us, the bedraggled soldier pants so hard he has to kneel over a bit to catch his breath before he can speak. His chest plate is crusted with frost, his face red and chapped from the wind.
“Where are you reporting from, soldier?” one of Fulke’s guards asks, stepping forward in front of the king in a defensive stance.
“Fourth Kingdom’s border, sir,” the soldier answers.
The guard frowns. “Where’s Gromes?”
He shakes his head. “The messenger was killed in action. The general attempted to send two others, but I was the only one who managed to get on the back of one of the timberwings and escape before