AIKO
Ryuji squeezed my hands one last time. "I'll be right beside you in there. And if this bone prince so much as looks at you wrong—"
"You'll what? Set him on fire?" I smiled despite my nerves. "Pretty sure that would violate about twelve peace treaties."
"Worth it," Ryuji declared, the gold in his eyes flaring briefly with protective dragon fire.
With my brother beside me, I approached the massive obsidian doors of the receiving hall. They swung open silently, revealing the cavernous space beyond—a sea of blood fae courtiers in their formal finery, all eyes assessing me as I entered.
At the far end stood my father on his obsidian throne, and beside him—
My breath caught.
Prince Daedillion of the Bone Kingdom was not what I remembered from six years ago. The sullen fourteen-year-o
