Page 21 of Beast and Remedy
Queen Tove breaks from the hug first, smoothing the wrinkles in her dress as Papa’s large frame towers over her short stature.
The two men approach behind the queen, and I straighten as they bow to us.
Prince Jonas shares a similar height and build with his brother. The notable difference, his hair, is grown out to his nape and matches his squinting chestnut eyes. His bright demeanorradiates through his genuine smile, whereas his sibling exudes an aloofness so dark and cold it unsettles my blood.
King Jerrick’s black shoulder-length hair is tied back, framing his face and highlighting the long scar over one of his glacial-blue eyes. A sharp jawline and commanding aura add to his striking features, making my own stare linger.
“King Bernard, Princess Vivienne, and Princess Marian. We are pleased to see you’ve arrived safely,” the King of Palaena greets us, voice refined and respectful.
Marian and I curtsy as my father speaks. “We wouldn’t have missed the celebration. Especially with news of a future heir soon to grace these lands.”
Queen Tove turns bashful, touching her flushed cheeks before King Jerrick takes her hand. She beams at her husband, a silent exchange between them filled with love and adoration.
The king’s gaze never leaves hers, a softness slipping through his features. “Yes, another celebration of many we intend to have.” He pulls his wife close, kissing her forehead.
The raw vulnerability and openness they share stirs a longing in my chest, a craving so desperate—so needy. I want it for myself withmyperson.
A lump forms in my throat.
Queen Tove’s attention drifts to my sister and me.
I blink rapidly, ignoring the stuttering of my heart, and smile. “We are grateful to visit for a few nights—and thank you for your hospitality for the festival.”
“Yes, I, too, am excited to sit and discuss new trade,” Papa adds.
“Might we discuss these sensitive topics behind closed doors?” King Jerrick suggests.
Queen Tove chimes in. “Yes, we will send for refreshments and can meet before the festivities this evening.”
My father clasps his hands. “Wonderful! We appreciate it, Tove.”
Prince Jonas stops us and holds up a piece of paper. “Before you settle in, I wanted to give you this letter we received to deliver upon your arrival.”
Papa tilts his head before taking the note and opening it. His eyes roam over the words, and he scoffs.
“Is everything alright?” Queen Tove asks as my father scrunches up the message.
He waves off her question. “My advisors wanted to report an animal attack in one of our villages. But rest assured, they are helping the townsfolk while we are away, and we will hold court for the citizens to ensure we resupply anything damaged or lost.”
My eyes widen at Marian, and she shrugs.
It’s not uncommon for animals to linger near villages in the winter month, seeking food and shelter. But I can’t help the unease crawling up my spine.
It couldn’t be related. Could it?
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Queen Tove says. “Should you need anything, don’t hesitate to let Jer and I know.”
“Thank you,” Papa replies.
Prince Jonas clears his throat. “Yes, we have plenty of resources to offer. We can discuss it further in our meeting if you’d like.” He extends his hand down one long hallway toward a set of stairs.
I grimace.
There will be at least three more staircases we will have to climb before we reach the guest wing. I fucking hate it. I’d much rather go up one stairwell versusfour. Not to mention I’m already exhausted from sitting up in the carriage for most of our trip.
It’s only for a few days, Vi. You’ll be fine.
I bite back my complaints before anyone can notice.
