Estrella

Anwen’s pale eyes reflect the stars back at me. My body hums with pleasure. In the wake of enjoying him, I feel the buzz of the healing during my coronation again, the guiding hand of the Goddess and Her whispered assurance that I stride the right path. Having him here feels nearly as good. I am half-drunk on his presence, so nearly out of my mind that I almost forgot why I left in the first place.

King Kieran stands accused—credibly—of orchestrating Father’s murder. There is a note in his hand, a dead messenger who met a dead assassin at a time that makes King Kieran impossible to prove...