Kairi paused at the threshold and let herself take it in.

  The greenhouse was a room she hadn’t seen yet. Light spilled through tall panes of glass and softened everything it touched, turning the air into something warm and living. Rows of winter-green plants climbed trellises and shelves. Lemon blossoms. Ivy. She recognized a line of herbs by smell more than sight. And much more she would like to learn.

  And in the center, Serenity had arranged the gathering like a small, elegant battlefield.

  Tables dressed in linen. Tea set out in gleaming rows. Biscuits, small cakes, and cookies laid out with the kind of care that said: this is hospitality, and it is also a test.

  Kairi’s fingers curled lightly at her skirts.

  Maybe later she could come here with Kylar. If they could steal a moment for themselves without the palace noticing and deciding to remember it. Maybe she could show him the flowers she loved most.

  A warmth tugged through her at the thought, quiet and private.

  She hoped it would reach him. Even faintly.

  He had been concerned about today. The previous nights in the meadow he’d given her tips about each lady, as if names and faces were weapons, she could learn to hold.

  He would be concerned now.

  Kairi glanced over her shoulder at Darius. He raised a brow in question.

  She smiled at him with a little bit of teeth.

  His expression shifted into immediate concern, but before he could ask what that meant, she turned and walked in like she belonged here.

  Her place was already marked.

  Serenity did her gatherings well. Delicate name cards, careful script, little flourishes at the corners to show the care and dedication for this event.

  Darius pulled out Kairi’s chair for her.

  She sat with practiced grace. “Thank you,” she murmured.

  Darius nodded once and moved away, taking up position off to the side near Tamsin, where the guards and escorts stood like statues, pretending they weren’t listening.

  Serenity beamed, her fan fluttering.

  “I look forward to our discussions today,” she said brightly. “The ladies have been absolutely ecstatic that you were able to get away from your holy duties.”

  Kairi kept her smile polite. “I’m pleased to be here as well, Lady Serenity.”

  Serenity waved the title away with a flick of her fan. “We will be sisters. Please. Just Serenity.”

  That tugged a real smile from Kairi, unguarded for a heartbeat.

  The other ladies filtered in over time, their escorts moving to the edges with the other men. Kairi found herself noticing the arrangement, the way it separated the room into voices and witnesses.

  In Tearia, there would have been benches. There would be chairs for everyone. Space for guards to sit without looking like they were being punished for loyalty.

  She made a quiet note to request it later. Small comforts mattered. Small comforts were how you made a household feel like home instead of a cage. That small comfort may also gain sway into the servants of the households because of her generosity and kindness.

  The gathering began the way all gatherings began: harmlessly.

  Small talk mixed with gentle laughter. Admiring comments about the ceremony. Dramatic sighs about how lucky Kairi was to be betrothed to Prince Dato. Several women swore he looked smitten.

  A true love match, they declared, with the relish of people who wanted romance to exist because it made the rest of the world easier to take.

  Kairi found herself amused.

  Gossip had its worth here, it seemed, just as it had in Tearia. You didn’t always learn truth from it, but you learned what people wanted to be true. That was its own kind of weapon.

  Lady Celeste sipped her tea with careful elegance.

  “Lady Kairi,” she said sweetly, “the next tea party, could you acquire some foreign tea for us? I’m curious what type you enjoy.”

  The question was polite.

  The intent wasn’t.

  Kairi glanced down at her cup. The tea she enjoyed now was common Naberian tea. She had grown to love it, partly out of necessity and partly because it reminded her of ordinary life, which was the only life that had kept her alive for years.

  But what had she enjoyed before?

  She could still picture Tearian blends. Citrus. Spice. Smoke. Things her mother favored. Things that tasted like palace corridors and childhood she no longer trusted herself to touch.

  Kairi lifted her gaze back to Celeste, smile still in place.

  “I can see about collecting some,” she said evenly. “I’m unsure it could arrive before the next gathering, but I will try.” She dipped her head with perfect courtesy. “Thank you for your interest, Lady Celeste.”

  Celeste’s smile tightened, almost imperceptible.

  Not quite a win, but not quite a loss.

  A marker placed on the board.

  And in the quiet that followed, Serenity clapped her fan shut and leaned in as if to save the room from sharpening.

  “Oh,” Serenity said lightly, “before we continue, I did want you to meet a few ladies who have expressed a… genuine interest in supporting you while you settle into Carlbrin.”

  Kairi’s posture remained relaxed.

  Her mind did not. Supporting could mean help.

  Or it could mean access.

  Serenity began introductions like she was laying down threads that would be hard to cut later.

  “Lady Elowen Harrowvale,” Serenity said first, indicating a woman with a soft smile and eyes that looked too calm to be accidental.

  Elowen dipped her head. “Your Highness. I hope you’ll forgive how eager we are. We’ve been waiting for a woman worth admiring to return to the palace.”

  Kairi returned the smile, warm but controlled. “Then I hope I prove worth the wait.”

  Elowen’s gaze flicked, quick, toward Celeste’s cup. Then back. The smallest tell: I see what she’s doing.

  Next came Lady Maris Wrenford, who looked far more comfortable with a teacup than the politics around it. There were faint ink stains on her fingers, as if she’d tried to scrub them off and failed.

  “Princess,” Maris said with a grin that felt genuine. “If you ever need someone who knows where to find anything, including the stubborn staff who pretend they can’t hear requests… I’m your woman.”

  That made Kairi’s smile soften. “That’s a dangerous offer. I might take you up on it.”

  Lady Sable Carroway followed, posture straight, expression honest in a way nobles rarely allowed themselves to be.

  “I won’t waste your time with flattery,” Sable said, voice calm. “You’re in a court that will smile while it measures your weaknesses. If you want someone to tell you when you’re being tested, I will.”

  Kairi held her gaze. “That’s also a dangerous offer.”

  Sable’s mouth twitched. “Good. I meant it to be.”

  Lady Linnet Ashmere spoke next, her laughter light but her attention sharp. She had the easy charm of someone who could drift between groups and come away with secrets no one realized they’d shared.

  “I’m simply delighted you’re here,” Linnet said brightly, then tilted her head like she was studying Kairi’s face with harmless curiosity. “And I’m delighted the palace is pretending it won’t talk about it for weeks.”

  Kairi’s lips curved. “It will talk about it regardless.”

  “Exactly,” Linnet said, pleased. “So, we might as well decide which stories we prefer.”

  And finally, Lady Rowan Edevane, who carried herself with quiet devotion, that didn’t feel performative. She dipped her head with a kind of seriousness that suggested temples mattered to her, but not in the way Celeste used tradition like a cudgel.

  “If you ever need a bridge between court and temple,” Rowan said, voice gentle, “I would be honored to stand beside you. Not to speak over you. Only to make sure they cannot pretend you were unsupported.”

  Kairi’s throat tightened, just slightly.

  Because she understood what that really meant.

  You won’t be alone in rooms full of men who call it holiness when they take your voice.

  Kairi nodded, slow and grateful. “Thank you.”

  And as the introductions settled, Kairi felt it clearly:

  This was the beginning of an inner circle.

  Not formed yet, not quite trusted yet either.

  But offered.

  And Celeste’s gaze sharpened at the edges of her smile, because she understood it too.

  The introductions settled back into the room like sugar dissolving into tea.

  Serenity guided the flow with practiced ease, steering conversation toward harmless topics first. Winter fashions. The greenhouse herbs. Which baker in Carlbrin made the best honey cakes. A safe current to let everyone float in before anyone tried to drown anyone else.

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  Kairi listened and smiled and filed away the smallest things.

  Who interrupted. Who waited. Who watched hands more than faces. Who flinched when the word Phoenix was said too directly.

  Celeste didn’t wait long to sharpen the air again.

  She set her cup down with a soft click and turned her smile on Kairi like a ribbon tied too tight.

  “Your Highness,” she said sweetly, “it must be overwhelming. Coming from… such a different court. Tearia has always sounded so passionate in the stories.” Her gaze dipped briefly to Kairi’s gown, lingering. “Less structured.”

  A compliment on paper.

  A warning underneath.

  Foreign. Untrained. Unfit.

  Kairi kept her expression warm. She had survived worse than this woman’s polished teeth. She lifted her cup, took a calm sip, and let the silence stretch just long enough to make Celeste feel it.

  Then Kairi spoke lightly, like she was answering a curious child.

  “Tearia had structure,” she said. “It simply wasn’t built to punish a woman for breathing.”

  A few ladies made small noises behind their cups.

  Celeste’s smile didn’t crack. But her eyes sharpened.

  Serenity fluttered her fan as if laughter might fall out of it. “Oh, I do adore honesty,” she said brightly, as if she hadn’t just watched a dagger slide across the table.

  Kairi’s fingers loosened around her cup.

  And then the world… shifted.

  Not the room or the air. Something inside her.

  A sudden, sharp flare of anger lanced through her chest like she’d stepped too close to a flame that wasn’t hers.

  Kairi’s breath caught. Her mind stuttered.

  Kylar.

  The anger wasn’t her own. It didn’t match the calm mask on her face, the steady rhythm of tea and conversation. It felt like a fist closing around a blade.

  Kairi’s gaze flicked downward, unfocused for half a heartbeat.

  Why are you angry.

  No answer.

  Only a second sensation, smaller but worse.

  Pain.

  A quick spike, bright and sudden, like the bite of steel or the sting of an old bruise being pressed too hard. It was gone almost as quickly as it came, but the echo lingered in her ribs.

  Kairi’s fingers tightened on her cup until the porcelain protested.

  She forced her hand to loosen.

  Forced her smile to stay in place. To keep breathing like a princess with nothing wrong.

  Across the table, Lady Elowen Harrowvale tilted her head slightly, eyes soft and observant. Not prying. Not obvious. Just aware in the way a woman learned to be when she survived court long enough.

  Elowen’s voice slid in like a velvet curtain.

  “Lady Celeste,” she said gently, “I heard the Temple gardens are reopening to the public after the ceremonies. Isn’t that wonderful? So many children have been waiting to see the phoenix mosaics.”

  Celeste blinked, caught mid-needle.

  A redirect. Clean. Polite. Impossible to object to without looking petty.

  Maris Wrenford followed it with a practical, cheerful add-on, grinning as if the subject had always been meant to be harmless.

  “And the gardeners are already panicking,” Maris said, delight in her voice. “They’ve been told the Crown Princess prefers Tearian herbs, so now half of them are trying to learn which plants smell like home.”

  That earned a ripple of soft laughter.

  Kairi latched onto it gratefully, using the shift like a stepping stone back into her own body.

  “Rosemary,” she offered, warm. “And citrus. And… anything that survives winter out of stubbornness.”

  Maris’s grin widened. “Perfect. The palace has plenty of stubborn.”

  Sable Carroway’s gaze stayed fixed on Celeste for a moment longer than polite, then shifted to Kairi with blunt honesty softened just enough for company.

  “Your Highness,” Sable said calmly, “if you ever want to walk the city without your ankles being chained to court expectations, say the word. Some of us remember what it’s like to breathe without being watched.”

  It was too direct for a tea party.

  Which made it feel like truth instead of performance.

  Kairi’s chest eased, just a fraction. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

  Linnet Ashmere laughed softly, tapping her fan against her palm like she was weighing her next words.

  “You’ll forgive me,” Linnet said, voice bright, “but I am dying to know what you think of our masquerade.”

  The word masquerade made Celeste’s eyes glitter again.

  Of course it did.

  Kairi kept her smile steady. “I’ve never attended one.”

  Linnet’s brows lifted, delighted. “Tragic. Then we must make it memorable.”

  Rowan Edevane, who had been quietly listening, spoke with that calm devotion that didn’t feel like theater.

  “And safe,” Rowan added, voice gentle. “Memorable is easier when no one is allowed to be cruel.”

  The sentence landed lightly. The meaning didn’t.

  Celeste’s fingers tightened around her cup.

  Serenity’s fan paused mid-flutter, then resumed, as if she’d decided not to show surprise.

  Kairi’s pulse steadied. She breathed again, slow and deliberate.

  Then Celeste tried one more time, as if she couldn’t help herself.

  “And your betrothal,” Celeste said, tone airy. “It must be… very sudden. The gods, the ceremonies, the court. I can’t imagine being tied so quickly to someone you’ve only recently met.”

  There it was.

  The true bite.

  Kairi’s smile held.

  Because she couldn’t correct that without revealing too much.

  She couldn’t say: I’ve known him for six years in the only place I could breathe.

  She couldn’t say: He’s held my hand in dreams longer than you’ve held your own pride.

  So she chose a third option.

  She leaned slightly forward, eyes warm, voice calm as poured tea.

  “You’re right,” Kairi said. “It is sudden for the court.”

  Celeste’s eyes sharpened, expecting weakness.

  Kairi continued, unbothered.

  “But not for me.”

  A beat of silence, the room catching on the edge of that statement.

  Celeste’s smile strained.

  Serenity’s eyes flicked to Kairi with something like approval, quickly hidden.

  And Kairi felt, distantly, a faint ebb of Kylar’s anger, like the tide drawing back.

  Not gone. Just quieter.

  Good.

  Kairi set her cup down carefully and let her gaze move over Elowen, Maris, Sable, Linnet, and Rowan.

  Five faces. Five possibilities.

  She didn’t offer them a declaration. She didn’t crown anyone in a greenhouse full of listening ears.

  She simply spoke with the kind of gentle authority that sounded like courtesy and functioned like selection.

  “I would like to see you again,” Kairi said, smile soft, voice warm. “In a smaller gathering. Something quieter. Less… formal.”

  A pause.

  Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she added:

  “I am still learning this palace. I would rather learn it with women I can trust.”

  Elowen’s expression softened, the faintest satisfaction there.

  Maris looked pleased, like she’d just been handed a task.

  Sable’s gaze sharpened with approval, as if trust was something earned and she’d just been allowed to start.

  Linnet’s smile turned fox-bright. “A quieter gathering sounds divine.”

  Rowan dipped her head, solemn. “Whenever you wish, Your Highness.”

  Celeste’s cup clicked faintly as she set it down a touch too hard.

  Serenity’s fan fluttered again, faster now, like she was pleased and annoyed all at once.

  And Kairi, sitting in a greenhouse that smelled like citrus and warm soil, realized she had done it.

  She may have found five possible hands to hold the line with her.

  Still, under her ribs, that echo of Kylar’s pain lingered like a warning.

  Kairi kept smiling.

  But her mind, sharp as a blade under silk, whispered:

  After this, I’m finding him.

  Darius and Kairi left the greenhouse quietly and headed back toward the west wing.

  After several minutes of silence, she felt his touch at her left elbow. Light. A signal, not a grab. Kairi stilled and looked back.

  Darius’s face held something complicated for a heartbeat before he flattened it into guard-neutral.

  “You did well today, Princess,” he said low.

  The praise hit harder than she expected. Her throat tightened, the urge to cry rising fast and inconvenient, so she did what she always did.

  She smiled with her teeth.

  Darius’s expression shifted immediately, concern flickering, and Kairi exhaled softly through her nose.

  “It was nice,” she admitted, voice barely above the corridor’s hush, “to hear that from someone other than Rush and Kylar.”

  The smile came easier after that. She reached over and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

  Darius nodded once and covered her hand briefly with his own, a steadying touch. Then he let it fall back to his side, fingers resting near the pommel of his blade.

  “To your rooms?” he asked, gaze forward, scanning as he spoke.

  Kairi walked three more steps before she answered.

  “…I want to check on Kylar.” A pause. “Do you have any idea where he might be?”

  Darius cocked his head slightly. “Sparring, probably. Around this time.” He angled them toward the training yard. “Let’s go.”

  Kairi’s smile returned, smaller now, threaded with intent. “Do you think he’d let me train?”

  Darius considered it, eyes narrowing as if measuring Kylar’s mood like weather. “Maybe after the excitement dies down.” Then, almost grudging: “He mentioned he taught you a lot.”

  “He did,” Kairi said, watching servants pass with linens, eyes down, steps quick. “He’s a good teacher… when he wants to be.”

  Darius barked a laugh before he could stop it. “And stubborn when he doesn’t.”

  Kairi’s mouth curved, pleased.

  “You speak about him like a guard,” Darius added, amusement still in his voice. “You’d fit in with the rest of us.”

  Kairi glanced at him sidelong. “Good.”

  By the time they reached the training yard, the sound of practice had changed.

  Not the broad noise of many men at once. Not the usual rhythm of shouted correction and sparring blades.

  Kairi slowed before stepping fully into view and let the sight of them settle.

  Kylar and Jayce were finishing a bout in the center of the yard, shirts damp with sweat, practice blades flashing in the pale afternoon light. Tessa stood a little off to the side, arms folded, still as a spear planted in earth. A few others lingered nearby, but the shape of the space made it clear who mattered in this moment.

  Jayce moved well.

  Too well, Kairi thought at first. Crisp. Controlled. Fast in that way that made it seem like his body had forgotten the idea of hesitation.

  Kylar met him with his usual steadiness, the almost casual grace that always looked easier than it was.

  Then Jayce hesitated and Kylar didn’t miss it.

  Not off entirely. He recovered too quickly for that. But Kylar struck along Jayce’s thigh clean enough that even Kairi could hear the wooden crack of contact from where she stood.

  Darius’s head tilted.

  “Jayce is still off,” he murmured quietly beside her.

  Kairi looked up at him.

  Darius kept his eyes on the yard. “Jayce should have been able to stop that.”

  Kairi’s fingers tightened lightly on her skirts.

  She didn’t answer right away.

  She watched Jayce instead.

  He looked almost normal. Almost.

  But there was something too brittle in the set of his mouth after the hit. Something too distant in the half-second before he stepped back into himself again.

  Kylar said something Kairi couldn’t hear. Jayce answered. Tessa moved toward him then, nudging him in that blunt, quiet way of hers, and the two of them drifted toward the training yard wall.

  Kairi’s breath slowed.

  Her eyes stayed there a heartbeat too long.

  Tessa hopped up to sit beside Jayce, easy as a cat finding its usual place. They sat close. Not touching much at first. Just… near. And somehow the nearness itself changed the air around them.

  Jayce’s shoulders lowered. Only a little. But enough that Kairi noticed.

  Tessa turned her body toward him. He looked at his hands. Spoke. Stopped. Started again.

  Jayce.

  He wasn’t calm.

  Kairi’s brows drew together. She would have to check on him later.

  Kairi pulled her attention away before her mind could catch on the wrong hook and looked back toward Kylar.

  He’d already seen her.

  The moment his gaze found her, his whole face changed. Not dramatically. Not enough for the yard to notice. But warmth loosened something in him, and the hard focus of sparring gave way to that private softness he tried to hide from everyone except her.

  He came toward her with his practice blade lowered, sweat darkening his shirt at the collar, hair damp and wild from effort.

  “Kairi,” he said, and her name sounded like relief.

  She smiled despite herself. “I was told I might find you here.”

  His mouth curved. “Damon or Darius?”

  “Darius guessed. Damon would have made it sound more suspicious.”

  That pulled a low laugh from him.

  Kylar came close enough that she could smell sweat and clean air and the familiar, grounding scent of him beneath both. His eyes flicked over her face as if checking for hidden damage, hidden distress, hidden anything.

  “You survived?” he asked quietly.

  “For now,” she said, just dry enough to make him huff another laugh.

  Darius came to stand a little behind her shoulder, his gaze still cutting once toward the wall where Jayce and Tessa sat in that tense little orbit of their own.

  Kylar noticed. His expression shifted, only briefly. Sharper.

  Kairi’s attention almost followed again, but she dragged it back to him.

  Maybe what she had felt really was just the echo of sparring. A left-over ripple from a hard strike and too much tension in the air.

  Kylar reached for her hand without thinking, thumb brushing once over her knuckles.

  “You look like you’re thinking too hard,” he murmured.

  Kairi’s mouth softened. “I had tea with nobles. Thinking too hard was unavoidable.”

  Kylar’s lips twitched. “That bad?”

  She leaned closer by instinct; voice lowered for only him. “Celeste was Celeste. Serenity played hostess. And I may have accidentally started choosing my inner circle.”

  That got his full attention. His eyes warmed with something proud and a little possessive all at once. “Accidentally?”

  Kairi lifted a shoulder. “I’m very talented.”

  Kylar smiled then. A real one. “That you are.” He said low.

  And behind them, on the training yard wall, Jayce bent his head toward Tessa and finally, quietly, seemed able to speak.

  Kylar glanced that way and then back to her. “I need to freshen up and look my best for you.”

  Kairi tilted her head just a little with a smile as she took in his sweaty look. “I think I like you sweaty and real.” She reached over and ruffled his hair.

  He caught her wrist and gently brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. “That is all you have mostly seen of me all of this time.” A sly grin came then. “I do remember how you looked at me at the banquet. I felt a little happy with your expression.”

  Kairi blushed and Kylar grew smug with her reaction. He chuckled and then looked at Darius. “You have fifteen dances tonight. Start planning.” He gave a small salute and headed off to get cleaned up.

  Darius watched him go frowning as Kairi looked at him. “Fifteen dances? Do I have to dance a certain number of times?”

  “Probably.” He muttered. His mood had shifted. “You probably have fifteen as well. “

  Kairi nodded and started heading back to her rooms as Darius trailed.

  “Then…care to dance with me tonight?” She asked as she started trying to decide who to dance with.

  Darius looked at the back of her head and took a moment before he answered. Her innocence in just asking because she could. “...If you feel it would gain you a good reputation. These dance cards are usually a political game.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “It’s a masquerade…” Then a smile he didn’t like crossed her face.

  Darius internally wondered what was going on in her mind.

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