8
Amber
There were moments when I still thought I was dreaming.
For example, when Cade—I had heard the general calling him that when no one else seemed to be listening—took me riding on his giant horse through an impossibly beautiful icy land. When he showed me the curse infecting his land. When he took me back to the palace as the sun went down, bathing the White Palace in bluish silver light, making it shine so bright, I couldn’t look directly to it.
That night, Chiara had come to my room with a tray full of delicious food.
“Fae food is tricky,” she said. “Eat only what Cade or I give to you. Understand?”
I asked what she meant, but she didn’t elaborate. I confess I was intimidated by Chiara. She looked like a model who belonged on a Victoria’s Secret runway. Tall, slim but with th
