“I can sleep on the ground if you happen to’d like. I do know that is all very sudden. We didn’t have a lot time collectively earlier than…and now…nicely, I’d perceive if you happen to’re not snug sharing a mattress tonight.”

It could’ve been simpler if Cyrus was a horrible man. However he was light and sort. He deserved somebody who beloved him. My coronary heart pounded in my chest, figuring out that would by no means be me. My coronary heart belonged to another person. To his brother.

“I’m sorry. I don’t assume I’m prepared for that but.” My throat was so dry, it was almost unimaginable to swallow.

Cyrus was stuffed with understanding. “Don’t fear about it. I can put together a spot on the bottom for myself. I need you to be snug.” He reached out to the touch me, however then should’ve thought higher of it. “You’re protected now, Emilie.”

“Thanks.”

“Um, I’m going to vary first. I really introduced a few of your objects as nicely, if you happen to’d like contemporary garments.”

I felt genuinely delighted by that. He handed me a bag, and I pulled out just a few objects of clothes. A protracted sleeve shirt and unfastened pants to sleep in. We each modified with our backs to one another after which I returned to the cot. Cyrus dimmed the hearth till it was solely a delicate flicker after which he laid down on a sleeping pad beside my cot.

A king sleeping on the bottom. I questioned if he’d be so type to supply me the cot if he knew every part that occurred between Ladon and I.

I turned to my facet, dealing with away from him. As I listened to the sound of his rhythmic respiratory, tears stuffed my eyes. I bit again a sob and coated my mouth with one hand. I’d by no means felt so alone within the presence of one other.

After a wholly unrestful night, the camp sprang to life once more. I woke as much as discover Cyrus slipping out of the tent.

“The place are you going?” I requested earlier than the flap may shut behind him.

He reentered, and I famous that he gave the impression to be stuffed with power.

“To satisfy with Ladon and the opposite squadron leaders.”

“I’m coming with you,” I stated, flinging again the blanket and leaping to my toes. I grabbed my bag and looked for applicable apparel. Comfy and sensible. One thing I may simply transfer in.

“I’m unsure that’s one of the best concept, Emilie.”

“Why not?” I requested, nonetheless rummaging for one thing to put on. I sighed with aid after I additionally discovered a pair of smart boots.

“I simply don’t assume you need to be preventing.”

“Ladon is preventing,” I stated, motioning for him to show round so I may change.

He did, dealing with the wall of the tent. “Sure, however Ladon has had in depth coaching. That is his job.”

I completed swapping garments at file velocity and headed towards the tent’s exit. I glanced up at Cyrus. “Effectively, then I had a wonderful instructor.”

He frowned however appeared to understand I wasn’t going to take no for a solution. He pushed apart the tent, permitting me to step exterior.

We met the leaders of Osavian’s military in the identical tent we’d been in final evening. Ladon was the very first thing that caught my eye as I stepped inside, pointing to the map and speaking to a different soldier.

He was wearing black preventing leathers, his muscle tissues tense beneath. Gods, had he at all times been that sizzling when he was in chief mode? I shivered and hoped Cyrus hadn’t seen.

“Good morning,” he greeted the room.

Ladon briefly glanced up at his brother after which did a double take when he seen me. He straightened, and I used to be in awe of the best way he commanded a room. Even along with his brother, the king, Ladon was probably the most putting particular person along with his shimmering silver eyes and elegantly brushed-back white hair. I wished to run my fingers via these locks, simply to tousle them the best way I’d grown accustomed to seeing.

He tilted his head in a proper greeting. “Your Highness. Miss Emilie.”

I flushed on the sound of my title and I may’ve sworn I noticed a smirk on his face.

“Comfortable, Brother. Any information from the evening scouts?”

Ladon stuffed in Cyrus, glancing over at me once in a while. I busied myself speaking to a different soldier, who recognized herself as Lucia, the one feminine captain within the room. Most of what she stated went in a single ear and out the opposite. I used to be too preoccupied with watching Ladon in his prime.

His confidence combined with the sheaths of weapons was sexier than something I’d ever witnessed.

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