ruling such loyal subjects." Only a half-truth and something Tarik will also detect. Despite the curiosity that registers on his face, he says only, "They are honored to have you as their queen."

As we make our way to the Lyceum, I'm haunted by thoughts of not living up to Theoria's blind loyalty. And what they would think of me were they to learn of my Forging—and the fact that I refuse to supply them with spectorium.

TARIK

After visiting the Middlings and the Lyceum, and spreading baskets full of gold and silver to each venue, Tarik is disgusted with himself for feeling a sense of pride in impressing King Eron and Queen Hanlyn, and most of all, the stunning creature standing beside him, whose outward composure would have impressed eventhat."

Tarik blinks. "Well, I wouldn't say everyone."

The king bellows his laughter. "Your servants drink with my servants, who drink inside the palace and out. It is the talk of the kingdom. Plus, Queen Hanlyn was to marry her off to Prince Bahrain. That kingdom was already prepared for your attack, if it came. Hanlyn was not indirect in implying your affection for the Princess Magar, and the blow it would be to your honor."

"And you thought the whole thing was fair? That I should stand by and allow my future queen to be married to someone else?"

Hujio purses his lips. "I did not know you, friend. And it was not my kingdom negotiating these things, nor did they affect my kingdom whatsoever. They were rumors. Rumors that were,