Page 6 of Ruin
“It’s the truth,” I replied. “If the rumors are true, then you must be able to tell.”
“Your honesty is refreshing. Some of your court forget that we can tell when they’re lying.”
“Hmm.” I smiled. “I don’t share their prejudices.” Truth was, I had always admired the fae. They could whisk themselves up into the skies. They were kind, immortal, and beautiful. They cared not for money or crowns, but instead enjoyed every moment, playing games and engaging their senses. Even if they did allow their chaos to hold them back from greatness.
“I’m Evangeline.” I offered my hand, which he kissed. I’d seen other highborn girls do the same, so I figured I’d copy.
“I am Caspian, the newly appointed ambassador.” His eyes narrowed as he took in my dress, my tiara, and necklace. “Who are you? I mean, your title. A noble girl?”
I spluttered for words. He was a few inches taller than me and smelled like lavender and rain. His gaze was soft, but his eyebrows were pulled downward. I wasn’t used to the attention from anyone, let alone someone like him.
“You’re kind, but honestly, I’m no one.”
“It’s sad you believe that.”
I shook my head. “It’s complicated.”
He held out his arm. I stared at it blankly.
“Save me the embarrassment and take it.”
I ran hot all over. I wished he’d stop staring at me. Suddenly I was aware of every flaw on my face. He grinned. I wished he wouldn’t.
“Accompany me. I’ll get lost again. The castle is a maze.”
My throat was scratchy, my palms sweaty. I shifted from foot to foot. My heart skipped a beat. My entire family walked into the gardens, guards not far behind. “I should go,” I whispered, stepping backward.
Caspian looked from me to the royals. “Yes, I wouldn’t want to anger them on their after-dinner walk.”
I pressed my lips tightly. Zalia had joined them. I assumed she had encouraged their walk in the gardens as a way cut short my freedom. My bottom lip trembled, and my nostrils flared.
“Are you okay?”
I exhaled slowly. “Yes.”
The guards wore the royal crest on their uniforms with pride. My father strode ahead of the others, with only a lady-in-waiting at his side. Another of his playthings, I presumed. The ruby on his silver ring glistened in the midday sun. I cast my eyes to my sisters. They were hiding their faces. The king must had forced them to continue their royal duties, no matter their spots on the verge of bursting open.
Puss oozed from one of Zalia’s. I’d have felt bad if I weren’t alone while they indulged in royal luxuries. I rolled my eyes when I spotted a dragon’s eggshell hanging from Primrose’s yellow dress. She was petite and pale, and she hurried behind Zalia. She covered her cheeks with her small hands. Her blonde waves danced behind her when she walked.
Caspian tutted. “How decadent. Dragons’ eggs.”
“It’s vulgar,” I said in agreement. “They keep them caged up, capturing them from Ember Mountains, with difficulty. A delicacy, one the royals partake of often.”
His mouth twisted in disgust. “Tortured to provide them with lunch.” He spat, his face growing paler by the second.
I narrowed my stare. “Yes, but what can we do?”
I watched Zalia walk, an umbrella held above her head by one of her ladies to shade her from the sun. Her broad shoulders and chiseled physique made her look more masculine than the other two. Still she was beautiful and the most cunning. The last was Selena. Her thick, luscious dark-brown curls were tied into a ponytail. Her almond-shaped green eyes looked steadily ahead. She was the only one not covering the red bumps and whiteheads. She walked proudly, her gaze cool and collected. She was slim but curvy in all the right places. She had olive-colored skin. She walked with such grace that it would envy a fae. Behind them, my two brothers walked, both with their heads held high. Crowley was the shorter of the two, and his golden-brown hair glistened in the sun. He held onto the hilt of his sword, sporting a white suit with gold fastenings. Maverick was taller, stronger… a hunter. His green eyes fixed ahead, he walked with purpose.
“I’m sure you want to get back to the feast,” I offered the fae. “Instead of being out in the blistering heat with me.”
He grinned, side-eyeing me. “I’m quite enjoying the company.”
My heart thudded, and my hands were clammy. Surely he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t be flirting with me. There were far better options, even for a fae at court. Anyone but me.
I looked at my father, who smiled widely until his eyes landed on me. A steel stare pushed adrenaline through my veins.
“It’s time for me to disappear. Sorry,” I whispered, then turned and ran.
