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not worrying about attacks by Raemon’s men.
    “Staying abed won’t make you feel any better,” Oran grumbled next to me. His snout ducked under the blanket, and I jumped when his cold nose pressed against my hip.
    “No,” I mumbled, “but it certainly doesn’t make me feel worse.”
    The wolf grunted, standing up to shake his fur before jumping from the bed. His paws had barely hit the floor when Reenah entered the room. Prince Cadeyrn’s consort was as radiant as always, her long blonde hair twisted into a complicated fountain of curls on top of her head. Her tresses were covered by a gauzy light blue scarf that traveled down her back like a train. It fell over a darker blue dress with lighter beading. It was the color of the Sadeemian royalty. Blue on blue. Today, the consort represented her country, her sovereign.
    She saw me staring and grinned. “No gawking, little bird, you’ve a similar dress to wear today. After all, it is a wedding. No cloaks or tunics. It won’t be allowed. Even the mages and scribes will be required to dress for the occasion. No robes.”
    Eyeing her, I whispered, “I won’t wear blue.”
    I may be taking refuge in Sadeemia, but it wasn’t my country. Not really.
    Her grin widened. “I didn’t expect you would. Your dragon insisted on green. Red, he said, was Raemon’s color, but green would suffice for the rebels.”
    My lips quirked. “ My dragon?”
    It was an interesting choice of words. Oran chuckled. Lochlen belonged to no one except himself.
    Reenah winked, her hands busy unfolding a gauzy jade scarf. Draping it over a forest green dress, she held it up to me.
    “It’s a good color for you,” she said. “Now up! There’s much to do. First a double wedding, and then an extravagant consummation feast.”
    There was something wrong; I could feel it in the air. The trees whispered things from beyond the castle. “Trouble,” they wept.
    My eyes slid to Oran. His mane shook.
    “What will this mean for you?” I asked Reenah.
    Sliding from the bed, I picked up the dress, eyeing it thoughtfully before slipping it over my shift. It was surprisingly comfortable, the material hugging my hips before cascading to the floor. There was no ornamentation, no beading, just a cascade of green satin. It had a round neckline that didn’t hint at curves, and yet it suited me.
    Reenah’s gaze slid down my frame. “If Gabriella meant to make you look lesser, she has failed.”
    I glanced down, my gaze catching the silver pendant at my neck. Reenah noticed it, but she didn’t comment. Her knowing blue eyes found my face.
    “I will remain a consort. I have been in the palace since I was a child. Even with two wives, neither the prince nor his father will dismiss me. You worry for naught,” Reenah whispered, her elegant fingers finding my chin.
    Heaving a sigh of relief, I straightened. It should be awkward standing here with Cadeyrn’s former lover, but I liked Reenah. If truth be told, I liked her a lot.
    “Come,” she insisted, “the day doesn’t grow any younger.”
    With those words, I followed, the gauzy scarf pinned to my head and left to drape down my back. It was meant to be worn over the face if preferred, a concession to the Henderonian women who had accompanied Catriona to Sadeemia, but I left mine back, my face open.
    Under my skirts, I secured a dagger to my thigh. Reenah didn’t comment.
    “Trouble,” the trees sang.
    The word traveled down my spine, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Oran’s fur bristled. It was hard with the trees. Sometimes they saw something that worried them, but often they just felt it, their leaves shaking with grim horror.
    It put me on edge, my gaze searching the shadowy hallways as we moved downstairs. Ryon followed us, his face grim and his jaw set. It was a sober day for a wedding. Even the sky seemed reluctant to celebrate. It was grey; low hanging clouds thick and full of moisture. The wind was sharp, leaving a tang of salt on the