Bryce casually rocked back on her heels. “Thank you.”
“And how’s your thigh?”
“No more pain. Also thanks to you.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Bryce sipped from her beer as the server brought over the queen’s pizza. She murmured to him, and the male brought the second slice out to Ithan, who grinned over at Hypaxia and held up the slice in a long-distance cheers. Still no sign of the dragon. Maybe that was a good thing.
When Hypaxia had taken a bite, Bryce said, “So, I, uh …”
“Ah. The reason you asked me here?”
Bryce sighed. “Yeah. My father—the Autumn King—visited today. Said that because I used his name for a few things, it meant I had accepted my royal title. I tried to refuse, but he’d already done the paperwork. I’m now officially a princess.” She almost choked on the last word.
“Judging from your expression, this is not good news.”
“No. I know you’re pretty much a stranger, and that you were born into your title and never had the choice to be normal, but … I feel like I’m drowning here.”
A gentle, warm hand landed atop hers. “I am sorry he did that to you.”
Bryce studied a stain on the counter, unsure if she could look at the witch without crying.
Hypaxia said, “Why do you think I came here this spring? I wanted to be normal. If only for a few months. I know what you’re feeling.”
Bryce shook her head. “Most people wouldn’t get it. They’d think, Oh, poor you, you have to be a princess. But I’ve spent my entire life avoiding this male and his court. I hate him. And I just walked right into his clutches like a fucking idiot.” She heaved a shuddering breath. “I think Hunt’s answer to all of this would be to go flambé my father until he reversed this bullshit, but … I wanted to see if you had any alternate ideas.”
The queen took another bite of her pizza, contemplating. “While I might enjoy the sight of Hunt Athalar flambéing the Autumn King …” Bryce’s mouth quirked up at that. “I think you’re right that a more diplomatic method is required.”
“So you think there’s a way out of this?” Marc had agreed to help, but hadn’t sounded hopeful.
“I think there are ways to manage this. Manage your father.”
Bryce nodded. “Ruhn mentioned you had some … drama with your coven.”
A soft laugh. “I suppose that’s a good way to put it.”
“He also mentioned that you had some unusual tutors growing up.” Ghosts, he’d told her on the phone this morning.
“Yes. My dearest friends.”
“No wonder you wanted to bust out and escape, if you had only the dead for company.”
Hypaxia chuckled. “They were wonderful companions, but yes. They encouraged me to come here, actually.”
“Are they with you on this trip?”
“No. They cannot leave the confines of the keep where I was raised. My mother’s summoning spell bound them there. It is … Perhaps it’s the reason I returned to my homelands again.”
“Not to be queen?”
“That too,” Hypaxia said quickly. “But … they are my family.”
“Along with the Hind,” Bryce said carefully.
“I do not count her as kin.”
Bryce was grateful for the shift in their conversation, even if for a few minutes. She needed time to sort through her raging feelings. “You look nothing alike.”
“That is not why I don’t consider her a sister.”
“No, I know that.”
“Our mother was as golden-haired and tan-skinned as she. My father, however—I take after his coloring.”
“And who was the Hind’s father?”
“A rich and powerful stag shifter in Pangera. My mother never told me the details of how they came to breed. Why she agreed to it. But the Hind inherited her father’s powers, not the witch gifts, and thus she was sent at age three to live with him.”
“That’s horrible.” When Bryce had been three … her mother had fought nearly to the death to keep her from the Autumn King’s clutches. Her mother had done all that, only for Bryce to wind up right here. Shame and dread filled her. She knew it was only a matter of time until her mom found out, but she couldn’t tell her—not yet.
“It was part of their deal,” Hypaxia explained. “Whatever gift Lidia inherited, that was where she would live. She spent the first three years with my mother, but when the shifter gifts manifested, his kin came to claim her. My mother never saw her again.”