Theon was surprised at the seeming non sequitur. “A witch? A real one?”
The king nodded with a sharp jerk of his head. “I hadn’t believed in magic until I met her. She had her sights set on becoming my queen, but I . . . well, I met Elena, and that was it for me. The witch was but a momentary dalliance of a youth who enjoyed the attentions of pretty girls before his wedding to the woman who would become the true love of his life.” He let out a slow exhale. “When I ended things with this witch, she was furious. I believe she cursed me. I lost my beloved Elena moments after she’d given my youngest daughter life. Now Emilia is so unwell. I fear Cleo was right when she said she’s dying. And Cleo herself—” His voice broke. “She has a mind of her own, one that will get her into trouble. More than she even realizes. You must find her.”
“I will, your majesty. I swear I will.”
“See that you do.” The king raised a dark gaze to Theon’s and a chill went down his spine. “Fail me again and you’ll pay with your life. I’ll kill you myself with my bare hands. Do you understand me?”
Theon nodded. He expected no less. He left the meeting room, his steps rushed, his heart beating hard.
He should have said he’d go with the princess. She was stubborn enough to go by herself—with only Nicolo Cassian to protect her. But he was no more than the king’s squire, with no training, no strength, no carefully honed survival instincts. It wasn’t nearly enough. Theon was the one who should be by Princess Cleo’s side no matter what was to come. Today and always.
The king would kill him if he failed. And if something happened to Cleo...he’d want to die. The thought of her bright eyes extinguished, her merry laugh silenced . . . he broke into a cold sweat and had to lean his forehead against the marble wall of the hallway.
I’m falling in love with her.
The realization hit him like a sword plunged through his chest.
There could be no real future for them. He wasn’t royal—not even a knight. And she was already betrothed to another.
But he’d seen something in her eyes—a joyful alertness when they argued. A catch to her breath. A flush to her cheeks. He’d come to enjoy spending time with her more than he ever would have believed or been willing to admit, even to himself. He wanted to be by her side and not only as her bodyguard.
He wanted her.
But he couldn’t give in to these feelings. Even admitting them to himself was dangerous. For now, all Theon knew for sure was that he would find her and bring her back safely to Auranos. The future was uncertain, but this much was crystal clear. He would not fail.
The king had summoned Magnus to his throne room.
Goddess forbid that his father actually visited his son’s chambers. No, instead he had to be summoned quite officially like a servant.
Irrelevant.
He took his time to arrive. He would obey, of course. He had no other choice, but even with the king’s seemingly newfound appreciation for his son’s existence, Magnus wouldn’t rush to do so.
He had spent two days with Lucia coaching her on a variety of exercises to help hone her control and skill. A lot of it seemed to depend on his sister’s fluctuating emotions. When they argued—especially about the subject of her suitors that Magnus tried to discourage—her rising temper helped bring forth her magic. When her confidence wavered, it faded.
Therefore, he’d made sure that they argued frequently. It didn’t take very much at all to bring a flush to her cheeks.
It would still take her a while to open herself up to her magic completely. Even if she wouldn’t readily admit this, she feared it. That which one fears, one typically won’t embrace with open arms.
Magnus felt similarly toward his father.
“You summoned me?” he said drily when he was finally in front of the king in his throne room.
King Gaius raised his gaze from the papers he studied and honed in on Magnus like an eagle spotting mildly interesting prey. “It took you long enough to get here.”
“I came as quickly as I could.”
The lie slid smoothly.
“What have you been up to, Magnus? You’ve been keeping to yourself a great deal the last few days. You missed an opportunity to go out hunting with me again just this morning.”
“I’ve been reading.”
The king smiled at this, but the warmth of it didn’t reach his eyes. “I find that difficult to believe.”
Magnus shrugged. “Did you just want to get an update on my hobbies or were we to discuss more important matters?”
The king leaned back in his iron and black leather throne and regarded his son. “You remind me so very much of myself at your age. It’s truly uncanny.”
Magnus wasn’t sure if this was meant to be taken as a compliment or an insult.
“How go your plans with Chief Basilius?” he asked, wanting to shift the focus off himself.