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jousting tourney at least, and that was a good thing. She knew he could never face Sir Reginald the way Niall was feeling now.
    She paced across the tower room, reserved especially for any of the royalty who dared disobey the queen. It wasn’t used very often—mainly because her mother usually didn’t learn about Serena’s shenanigans—but the room was nicely furnished, thank the goddess.
    Lilac cushioned chairs were seated near a high window that let in light, when it wasn’t night out. Softly padded, burgundy velvet benches were situated around the room for visitors who wished to visit with the incarcerated royal. Even a wardrobe sat against one wall for storing clothes, should the prisoner have to stay for more than a couple of days. Serena had left a couple of her favorite gowns in there for the occasional stay.
    A curtained bed cloaked in burgundy took up one whole wall, the curtains and covers pulled aside just for her. A maid must have been alerted to take care of the task before Serena had been brought up to the tower. A warm fire also glowed at the stone hearth, and the chamber had been aired out.
    So the chamber wasn’t that bad a place, certainly not like the Denkar dungeon Serena had been manacled in, except confinement was confinement. Understandably, the tower room was warded to prevent fae travel from it.
    As the day waned and the night took hold, she realized no one was coming to speak with her. No ladies came to visit to let her know just what was being said among the courtiers, the guards ignored her entreaties to send a message to one of her lady companions, and the queen did not call on her either.
    Serena could just imagine poor Niall waking and discovering she’d disappeared. She hadn’t given him the antidote and had made him miss the tourney. She was certain he would be furious with her and no doubt believe she’d left him on purpose out of fae spitefulness or some such thing.
    Sir Reginald, for all his blustering about besting Niall in the joust, wouldn’t come near the Mabara castle. She had met him at the Renaissance fair during one of her forays to the human world in search of fun where she could still fit in while showing off her wings. She and the knight only met there because she was certain her people would never discover she was with him since the dragon fae had claimed it as their own territory. Rarely did anyone cross them.
    The first time she had arrived at the fair in Texas, Reginald had immediately shown his interest in her, despite that she wasn’t a dragon fae, and that she had wings. She loved being treated as someone special outside of her own kingdom.
    Now she wondered if Niall, when he woke, would search for her. She hoped not, fearing it would go badly for him if he was found wandering around in the dark meadow or woods, searching for her. And then of course she would be questioned as to how he knew her and why he was looking for her. And who had drugged him and why.
    She groaned and paced across the room some more, her stomach grumbling, and realized she hadn’t eaten in ages. She called out to the guards. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday at nooning meal. Will you have a platter brought up?”
    Neither guard said a word. She really didn’t think she could eat, not with worrying about Niall. What if her people found the dark fae wandering through the meadow and put him in prison?
    She couldn’t ask about him. If they didn’t know he was out there, they wouldn’t send search parties. Hopefully, he’d return home to reveal to Queen Irenis what he had learned about the winged fae, although Serena was certain he wouldn’t tell the queen about the kiss.
    “Food?” she asked again, with a more appealing tone than a demanding one this time. She hoped she could scribble a message to one of the cooks who sneaked chocolate bars to her anytime she needed a fix. If she could only get word to Niall…
    “Does the queen want her only daughter to starve to death?” she