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“The poor prince!” Elle braided Marianne Blanchett’s hair, but it was Eli who noted Marianne as a blonde eligible bride with a possible dowry of half of her father’s company since she is an only child. Eli also noticed how her hair was not as golden as Alexandria’s. “Losing his father in a...

“Thank you.” Eli was glad that she did not take offense in him ending the charade. But guilt did hit him when she mentioned him being discomforted in a dress. For while it was not a wish of his, he did not find it uncomfortable. It had become routine as doing laundry or cleaning. It was...

Eli realized that she did not see that he caught onto her lie, but her laugh was growing to be one of his favorite melodies. It made him consider keeping up the charade. But, for once in his life, he did not want a conversation to be full of flattering lies and sweet words. He wanted the truth...

Alexandria wore a skeptical look and her lips smirked as he relayed the story of the ball. But when she opened her eyes and saw the garden, Eli lost the ability to breathe. He had forgotten the way someone could smile at his honest work. She was not flattered by his words or pleased at his...

Eli still did not think the woman had a ‘brother’. She certainly had a friend. He could tell that her story was true in the way she was confident, but her hesitation, in the beginning, intrigued him. She even admitted to it being confusing. Granted, he was not one who could call out lies and...

Eli watched as the woman laughed. The way she laughed openly and slight shock on her face told him that she might not have laughed so freely in a while. He hoped that she would do it more often. Even if he had to tell stories of a sibling who did not exist because the siblings he knew were not...

Charlot froze on the stairwell at the scullery maid’s grating voice. He reminded himself that the old hag was losing her mind and that he did not want to lose anymore dignity by allowing the old hag’s bastard husband to hit him. Plus, he just had to remind the hag exactly who she was talking to...

“She’s gone again!” Ariane watched as her father, Hugo, stormed about Henri’s empty room. “And she’s most likely alone, where she could get hurt with no one to help her.” He growled. “If she comes back with another scrape, I’m going to strangle that magician.” “Court Advisor.” Ariane corrected...

“Unfortunately, it’s a no to both questions.” Hayden sighed quietly at the girl’s questions as they went forward. They quickly reached the trees and the others. It seemed that everyone was in the same unfortunate state of confusion and pain. Hayden leaned against a tree and crossed his arms as...

The red-headed woman with a dangerous and deathly weapon turned around. For a moment, Hayden feared he would be on the deadly end of the weapon. The fear made his nauseous stomach lurch more as his hand tightened around the bow. He did not know how to use any of the items on him, but he was not...

Silence was never a good thing. The calm before a storm was silent. He would rather wake up to his mother’s banging of dishes, Zachary’s rambunctious yelling, or a crash from Paul’s antics. The silence made him jump. The moment he did, everything spun. A tornado of bright colors filled his...

God’s blood? Stigandr mulled the term over in his mind. It seemed, ridiculous. How could one be born with advantages that no one else had? Stigandr knew that people were different, but that was down to their choices and how they decide to live. To have such power bestowed on a person without...

Stigandr blinked at the direct way Orsola spoke. While dainty and frail she looked, her mind was sharp. In a way, that was more intimidating than some of the warriors Stigandr had met. The growling female and brooding man behind him must have thought so despite their lack of understanding. The...

The party stared at the woman, Orsola. Jarl went to talk with the Southerner captain and ordered them to take Orsola to a tavern to relax. If they were going to be heading north, the sooner they started the better. Stigandr had to hand it to the woman. She sat with her back straight head held...

Stigandr hated taverns. It was not that he was one to pass up a good mug of mead. It was not the closed space either. He has had to hide in trenches up to his waist, he spent nights in a ship's jail, he woke up in a cellar. It was the people. He did not like watching humans let their nature get...