Orphan's Blade. Aubrie Dionne

unscathed. At present, they are distracting my forces and causing dissent in the city when we need unity to present a strong front. Do not fret, I will send a retinue of men to protect them on their journey back.”

      “They are here to preside at the wedding.” Valoria stood as if she had iron in her back. She couldn’t order the minstrels home now after they’d traveled all this way and survived such a brutal attack. Besides, she wasn’t ready to be left alone with these warriors. The minstrels gave her a semblance of community. If Brax thought he could take that away with a single order, then he didn’t know the princess of the House of Song.

      “The wedding must be postponed.” Not one sliver of emotion crossed Brax’s thick nose, thin lips, and wide chin. He could have been remarking on the weather.

      Relief flowed through her, and she pushed it back, ashamed of her own weakness. Father’s words from her childhood came back to haunt her…watch what you wish for. “Surely the king and queen disagree.”

      Brax shook his head. “They have given me full authority on the matter.” He walked toward her and placed a finger under her chin, bringing her face to meet his. “Do not pretend you are not pleased.”

      She pulled away and eyed him defensively. “I am not pleased. I am…” She struggled to find the most diplomatic word. “Surprised.”

      He turned toward the window, and whatever openness he’d shared closed like a steel door in her face. “The king and queen are on their way to speak to your retinue. The minstrels who are able will leave tomorrow at first light.”