*Fiona*
The sound of horns jolts me awake. For a moment, I don’t know where I am, my pulse racing in the dark. Then, the cold stone of the tower wall grounds me, and I remember I’m in Caldara.
I curl tighter under the blankets, shivering. Whoever it is arriving at this unseemly hour is an asshole. To be fair, most Alpha Kings are. I sit up, brushing hair from my face, already bracing myself.
The lock clicks, and Liora steps in, her face hard and unreadable. Her hands are clenched, her shoulders taut.
“You’re being moved,” she says without preamble, her voice clipped and stony. “A room fit for a princess on a lower level. Warmer, at least.”
I let out a slow, deliberate breath, curling my lips into the faintest of smirks. Liora’s expression is distant. She’s still irritated from our la
