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man looked up sharply, eyes wide as he stared at me. "Songwood?"

"Songwood?" I asked in equal confusion. Dorian covertly moved more pieces.

"I was born in Songwood," said Kasper. "People are starving there?"

"Oh, wait," said Dorian. "Songwood's in the Willow Land, isn't it? Sorry for the scare. I was thinking it had been part of Aeson's kingdom. I'm sure Songwood's perfectly fine." He studied the board for a moment and then deftly moved his queen. "Checkmate."

Kasper gaped. "That's not..." His eyes roved over the board, no doubt looking for any possible way to counter Dorian's move.

"You can't fight against the queen," said Dorian glibly. "Once she's decided to take the king, you might as well give in and enjoy it." I rolled my eyes. Kasper sighed.

"Excellent game, your majesty."

Dorian gave him a comforting pat as the old man stood up. "Don't take it so hard. You played pretty decently yourself. Sloppy here and there, but who knows? There's always next time."

Kasper gave another wizened bow and then left us alone. I gave Dorian a censuring look.

"You're a bad man. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Hardly," he said. "That man's the grand chess champion of seven kingdoms. A little humbling will do him good. And speaking of humbling, shall we get on to our business?"

He stood up and extended a hand to me. I didn't take it and simply followed as he walked over to the far side of the room. He sank down onto an ivory satin couch while I chose a velvet loveseat the same color as my dress. I felt adrift in a sea of purple. Dorian produced a stack of parchment from a nearby table.

"There you are. Just sign, and we can get this out of the way."

I flipped through the papers, astonished. I didn't understand most of it. It detailed amounts and shipments of assorted goods, listed interest rates, and laid out some sort of schedule. I gave Dorian an incredulous look.

"What happened to negotiating?"

He poured two glasses of white wine from a carafe that sat on the table to his other side. "Oh, come now. You don't want to actually do that. I don't want to do that. So why waste our time? I assure you, the terms are very, very generous. Probably more generous than you deserve, considering the way you toy with my affections. Your people will be getting a lot of goods on faith for copper that has yet to materialize."

"Then why did you make me come here?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"No," I grumbled, signing my name with a quill. A quill. Honestly. "You're a bad man."

"I try. Wine?" He gestured to the glass he'd poured for me.

I shook my head. "Wouldn't want you to run out. So, I guess me sitting here is part of the price I pay for my kingdom's food. What do you want to do now?"

His eyes held mine over the top of his wineglass. "I could make up a list of things to do longer than that contract."

Yeah. I'd set myself up for that one. "Okay, then. What would you like to talk about?"

"You," he said. "And why you never come see me."

"You know why. Because you used me and stuck me with that kingdom."

"You sure do hold a grudge. Is that a human trait?"

"It's a Eugenie trait."

He smiled. "Of course. You know, Rurik tried to rape you, yet now you welcome him with open arms."

"That's not exactly how I'd put it."

"You know what I mean. How can you forgive him and not me?"

I looked down at my lap and played with the dress's fabric. I didn't have a good answer for that. Rurik had really been a total asshole when we'd met, yet now I took him as a normal fixture around my household. Why did I hold such animosity for Dorian? Because things hadn't started as hostile between us, I realized. Sure, I hadn't trusted him initially, but he'd never done me any true harm.

I had grown to like him-care about him, even-which made what he'd done hurt that much more. Dorian was the one who'd guided me through claiming the Thorn Land after we'd killed Aeson in a pretty horrific battle. I'd simply followed Dorian's direction, having no clue what I was doing until it was too late. Once I realized what I'd been stuck with, I'd felt like every interaction with Dorian had been one big setup. It had seemed like his endgame the whole time had been to oust Aeson and give