ZURI

Phew! I’d scaled that without breaking a sweat. When Tyr looked at me the way he did, I felt beautiful.

The torches lining the walls cast long shadows along the stone corridor as I walked back into the castle.

Amelia, who had been patiently waiting, padded softly behind me. The night air was still on my skin, and I could still hear the murmur of the banquet faintly carried in from the courtyard, but my head was already heavy with everything I had seen and heard. I hated politics, ...