ce A

ible presence in the city were cut short. A servant needed h

arden where General Lark, his second in com

count doesn’t care too much about his lawn,” Lark said, catc

at had been a green carpet was now a

lves, they called each other by their first names and nicknames, but when they were

in his battalion. There was no need for Lark to prove himself anymore -his fighting skills and innate leadership had more than con

one can hear us

on’s taste. In the distance, the white tents made the castle gardens look like a mushr

nodded their heads towards him as he passed by. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lark straigh

a bed, a large wooden table with benches, a large circular tub, and a folding screen to give him privacy if he had to change. He did have a

watched as Prince Acheron removed h

ring you,” he said,

ys bothers me?” Prince Acheron

pavilion carrying a tray with a b

race?” said the cook with

ood,” Prince Acheron said, and the cook disappeared

focused on Princ

ll help you,” he said. “Y

eron scowl

t you’re denying your body what it craves. I couldn’t go witho

on said. “There are men out there, just l

own kind... I am what I am,” Lark said and shru

he usually jovial Fae seemed to lose his inner light whenever the fae issue was raised. Prince Acheron didn’t know if it was

ght had gone. The Prince didn’t mention the part where he tasted Ara’s blood or how much it had af

ed into at least one of your instincts,” Lark said,

eron rolle

should our course of

eave. The network down at the city sewers is becoming increasingly unsafe, from what I heard, so they’

them to abandon the sew

rganized and have planned for an occasion wh

e you tonight at the ball. And for heaven’s sake, please take

ne in the pavilion as the g

r

her bed, her hair and clothes still damp. She had barged into th

er the big bed and caressing her friend’s head.

sly, the spitting image of power and wealth and everything she hated about the Hova. She hadn’t felt hatred towards him initially, but after he had laughed at

ankfully, she never felt the tug. It seemed unusually dormant,

y home in the morning. I cut through the woods because he was calling me and tr

that hung to her neck, burn Count Thorn’s castle to t

ally, as if she didn’t quite believ

hat might make up for it,” Princess Lila said, leapi