Ruined
By Amy Tintera
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New York Times bestseller
Amy Tintera’s YA fantasy trilogy blends the romance of Kiera Cass’s Selection series and the epic stakes of Victoria Aveyard’s Red Queen in a story of revenge, adventure, and unexpected love.
Emelina Flores has nothing. Her home in Ruina has been ravaged by war; her parents were killed and her sister was kidnapped. Even though Em is only a useless Ruined—completely lacking any magic—she is determined to get revenge.
Her plan is simple: She will infiltrate the enemy’s kingdom, posing as the crown prince’s betrothed. She will lead an ambush. She will kill the king and everything he holds dear, including his son.
The closer Em gets to the prince, though, the more she questions her mission. Her rage-filled heart begins to soften. But with her life—and her family—on the line, love could be Em’s deadliest mistake.
Amy Tintera
Amy Tintera is the New York Times bestselling author of the Reboot and Ruined series. She earned degrees in journalism and film and worked in Hollywood before becoming an author. She lives in Los Angeles, California, where she can usually be found staring into space, dreaming up ways to make her characters run for their lives. Visit her online at amytintera.com. Twitter: @amytintera Instagram: @amytintera
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We learn a lot about Emelina, her family and Ruina in RUINED. Em is useless in the eyes of Ruina's people as she has no magic. Just because she doesn't have any magic doesn't mean she can't take care of herself and kick ass. She definitely can and proves it time and time again throughout RUINED. I found Em to be pretty fierce and I really liked her determination. Having said that, after learning all that is revealed I was shocked with Em's determination to save her people and her sister from Lera. I don't want to go much into it because learning is part of the story, but I don't know if I would be so gun-ho to fight for these people if I was in her shoes.Prince Casimir is nothing like I was expecting. I found him to be loyal to those he considers worthy, caring and genuinely willing to listen to all sides of an issue before making a judgment on something—which was surprising after seeing and hearing about his mother and father. The romance between Em and Casimir is turbulent but sweet. There original relationship is built on lies, but there are true feelings and after Casimir learns the truth he still cares deeply about her. They have a lot to work through though.RUINED is fast paced and full of action. I'm not usually a fan of multiple POVs but both characters were interesting and Tintera made the transitions nice and smooth. I honestly can't even begin to put into words how I feel about Emelina's sister. I can't believe Em sees her as Ruina's future. I know there will be some epic issues with her and the way she handles things in book two when it comes out next year. I definitely want to see where things lead, so book two is already on my wishlist.* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53/5 stars
So I really enjoyed this story. It was fast paced, made my heart race and such a fun read. I came to really care about the characters and what would happen to them.
The plot wasn't the most original thing I've ever read, but the enjoyment factor was there - I read this in basically one sitting. The badass-ness of Em is there but then quickly gets sidestepped by romance and Em being a terrible imposter. She is really bad at trying to pretend to be someone else and not give away her entire plan..and Cas just isn't smart enough to catch on...but I still liked it. This book is like many others and follows the lines of recent popular reads..but it's been a while since I've read any of those, so while it wasn't a refreshingly new book, it was familiar in a good way :)
The writing was alright, but good in the sense that I cared about Em and Cas. I rooted for them and even squeed at the romance - and I am not a fan of romance in novels (being a main part of the plot). It somehow worked for me though. The way it came together was cute and fun, even if it was pretty tropetastic.
The ending just tore apart my insides though. I will definitely be reading the next book when it comes out to see what happens! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A fantasy novel, Ruined is a novel of violence, war, strategy, betrayal, and love.Em and her two friends, Aren and Damian, stop a coach carrying the Princess Mary to Lera where she is to marry Prince Casimir as a treaty between the two countries against Ruina, Em’s home. They kill everyone and Em takes her place. She plans to go into the heart of the kingdom who ordered her family’s deaths and plan to completely destroy every Ruina. Em’s sister was not killed but captured, so the plan is to discover where her sister is being held and then attack.Once Em arrives, she has a hard time not killing everyone. Within two days she is married to Cas. The country with whom she is working send representatives to help her. All the pieces are in place. Now, Em just needs to bide her time, ask questions, and then save her people. Cas, however, is not like his father. As she gets to know Cas, her situation becomes more tenuous.I don’t know if I was just in the mood for a good fantasy novel or what, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading the novel, telling everyone to go away so that I could read. A lot happens in the novel, so it progresses pretty quickly and, of course, doesn’t end. I’m not sure what is planned as far as a trilogy or series, but this novel is book one. If you liked The Selection, Kiss of Deception, and/or Winner’s Curse, you’ll like this novel as well.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Review courtesy of Dark Faerie TalesQuick & Dirty: An excellently written story with fantastic characters, a gripping plot and forbidden love.Opening Sentence: The wheels of the carriage creaked as they rolled across the dirt road.The Review:It’s been quite some time since I’ve rated an ARC five stars but Ruined managed to creep over the 4.5 line!Let’s begin with the characters. One word: mind-blowing (is that two words?!). From the sadistic kings and queens, to fierce Emelina and kind-hearted Casimir to the stubborn but funny Aren, loyal Galo and sweet Damian; they each contributed towards making this story a brilliant reading experience. Heed my warning, though. Don’t become too attached because just like Game of Thrones, Tintera does not hold back when killing them off! Without revealing any spoilers, I cannot believe how many main characters died in this story. I understand that it’s centred around revenge and war but seriously, give someone a break!“Good luck,” Galo said, then frowned. “Is that the appropriate thing to say in this situation?”Cas lifted one shoulder. There wasn’t much to say to someone who was headed out to meet the woman he’d been ordered to marry. Try not to vomit might have been the best choice.The romance was simultaneously adorable and heartbreaking. Prince Cas is forced to marry Em (thinking she’s Princess Mary) and although Em herself orchestrated the entire plan, she’s not too pleased about marrying her enemy. The story shows that even in the worst circumstances, if it’s meant to be it will find a way. Yes, I’m a hopeless bookish romantic but I’m a stickler for forbidden love and in this case, there could be nothing worse than Em and Cas falling in love; perfect.She hadn’t just planned to kill Cas. She’d imagined smiling as she sank a sword into his chest. “I don’t think this is who I want to be,” she said, her voice shaking.“You did what you had to do,” Cas said.“I did wat I chose to do.” Tears spilled over her cheeks, staining his shirt.“Then choose better next time.”I enjoyed the banter and the poor attempts to dampen their growing feelings. Some of their arguments were too funny, especially when everyone underestimates Em and she shows them up.“Well, I’m apologizing anyway!” she yelled, making everyone turn around and stare at them.He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry if I doubt the sincerity of an apology screamed at me.”“I tried being nice. That just seemed to make you more angry.”“When were you being nice? Was it somewhere between you taking me hostage and yelling at me?”“I saved your life.”He snorted. “Your bar for nice is awfully low.”Strong female protagonists out to change the world are the best and Em is stronger than most because despite being born in a powerful family, she has no Ruined magic. Considered ‘useless’ by other Ruined, she manages to prove how powerful she really is even without magic.Aside from Cas, one of my favourite characters was Aren. As well as Em’s bodyguard, he’s her best friend and I admired his loyalty, despite having lost almost everyone he cared about. At least Em found love, Aren didn’t have anyone apart from her and Damian. I hope something blossoms between Aren and Iria because they’d make an interesting couple.“Anxious, then. Not everyone is as tough as they appear, you know.”“And not everyone is as weak as they pretend.”An excellently written story with fantastic characters, a gripping plot and a forbidden love.Notable Scene:Em lifted her head, fixing her gaze straight ahead.No one feared Emelina Flores, the useless daughter of the most powerful queen Ruina had ever known.But they would.FTC Advisory: HarperTeen provided me with a copy of Ruined. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Very good book! I like Amy's writing style a lot and the way she wrote her characters was also lovely. I do wish the chapters were longer and that there was even more to the story, but otherwise it's quite wonderful!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Good characters, but no dragons
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Ruined - Amy Tintera
ONE
THE WHEELS OF the carriage creaked as they rolled across the dirt road. The noise echoed through the quiet forest.
Em crouched behind a tree, tightening each finger individually around her sword. A squirrel darted across the road and disappeared into the thick brush. She couldn’t see the princess or her guards yet.
She glanced over her shoulder to find Damian hiding in a squat behind the bush, his body perfectly still. He didn’t even appear to be breathing. That was Damian—incredibly fast or incredibly still, depending on what the situation called for.
Aren was in a tree on the other side of the road from Em, precariously perched atop a branch with his sword drawn.
Both boys stared at her, waiting for her signal.
Em pressed her hand to the tree trunk and peered around it. The sun was setting behind her, and she could see wisps of her breath in the air. She shivered.
The first guard rounded the corner on his horse, easily spotted in his bright yellow-and-black coat. Yellow was the official color of Vallos, the princess’s home, but Em would have made them wear black. She would have insisted that several guards scout the area around the carriage.
Apparently the princess wasn’t that smart. Or maybe she felt safe in her own country.
Em barely remembered what safe felt like.
She shivered again, but not because of the cold. Every nerve in her body was on high alert.
The carriage rolled down the road behind the first guard, pulled by four horses. There were five guards total. One in front, two on either side, and two in back. All of them were perched on top of horses, swords dangling from their belts. The princess must have been inside the carriage.
Six to three. Em, Damian, and Aren had faced much worse odds.
The guard in front said something to one of the men behind him, and they both laughed. The spot of blue on their chests wasn’t clear from this distance, but Em knew what it was. Soldiers who had killed at least ten Ruined wore blue pins. For every ten killed, they received another pin.
The man in front had at least three.
She looked forward to wiping that smile off the guard’s face.
Em returned her attention to Damian. She barely nodded.
He stood slowly, a dagger in one hand and a sword in the other. He lifted the dagger and narrowed his eyes at his target.
The blade sailed through the air.
Em jumped up. Damian’s dagger sank into the throat of the guard at the side of the carriage; a scream ripped through the air. He toppled off his horse, and the other guards quickly dismounted, swords drawn. The horses neighed loudly, and one of them ran, hooves clomping as it disappeared into the trees.
Aren jumped from his tree and landed on top of two guards, his sword cutting through the air and finding his target.
Damian sprinted for the man trying to block the side door of the carriage. The guard’s face was twisted in horror, his fear palpable.
That left only one man—the one in front—and he was staring straight at Em. She clenched her sword tighter as she raced toward him.
He grabbed something off his back. She barely had time to process the bow before the arrow was hurtling straight for her. She darted to one side, but the arrow sliced across her left arm. She gasped at the quick shot of pain, but she didn’t have time to let it slow her down.
She broke into a run as he reached for another arrow. He aimed and she dashed out of the way, narrowly missing the second one.
Damian appeared behind him. He drove his sword into the guard’s back. The man gasped and fell to his knees.
Em whirled around to find Princess Mary jumping out of the carriage, sword in hand.
A burst of relief exploded in Em’s chest as she surveyed the princess. They had the same dark hair and olive skin. Mary had green eyes while Em’s were dark. And Mary had small, delicate features, making her pretty in a way Em never would be. But from a distance, most people wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.
Em lifted her sword as Mary rushed toward her, but the princess stumbled back suddenly, pulled by an invisible force. Her fingers sprang apart, her sword clattering to the ground.
Aren stood behind Mary, his gaze fixed on her as he used his Ruined magic to keep her in place.
Em had no magic. But she was better than almost anyone with a sword.
She shook her head at Aren, and he released his hold on Mary. She didn’t need his help. Em took a small step back, allowing the princess to retrieve her sword.
She wanted to beat the princess, in every sense of the word. She wanted to see Mary’s face when she realized Em had bested her.
The anger trickled in at first, hesitant, like perhaps fear was the better emotion right now. But Em embraced the anger, let it swirl and grow until it tightened around her chest and made it hard to breathe.
Em attacked first, and Mary raised her sword to block Em’s. The princess kept watch on Damian, but Em knew neither of her friends would jump in to help again unless it was absolutely necessary. They knew she needed to do this herself.
Em lunged at Mary again, spraying dirt into the air. Mary raised her sword and Em ducked, letting the blade sail above her head. She bolted to her feet, slicing her sword across Mary’s right arm.
The princess gasped and stumbled, and Em took advantage of the moment of weakness. She launched her sword against Mary’s, knocking it out of the princess’s hand.
Em took a step forward, aiming the tip of her blade at the princess’s neck. Her hands shook, and she gripped her sword tighter. She’d imagined this part of the plan a hundred times, but she hadn’t counted on the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Do you know who I am?
Em asked.
Mary shook her head, her chest heaving up and down.
I believe you knew my father?
Em said. You killed him and left his head on a stick for me to find.
Mary pressed her lips together, her eyes darting from Em to the blade at her neck. Her mouth opened, a squeak coming out before she spoke. I—
The princess cut herself off and ducked, grabbing for something on her ankle. She bolted upright, a dagger in one hand. She lunged for Em.
Em dove to one side. Panic seized her chest for a moment. If Mary killed her or escaped, the entire plan would crumble.
Mary swung at her again, and Em grabbed her wrist, yanking the arm with the dagger to the sky.
With her other hand, Em drove the sword into the princess’s chest.
The blue pins hit the ground with a soft clink. Em counted as Damian and Aren ripped them off the coats of the dead Vallos guards. Nine pins total between them. Ninety Ruined killed, just by these five men.
She leaned down and scooped up the pins. The two interlocking circles symbolized the union of two countries—Lera and Vallos—in their fight against the dangerous Ruined. The sword that cut across the circles symbolized their strength.
Em dropped five pins into Aren’s hand. Put them on your coat.
But—
The Lera guard will respect you more. Actually—
She added one more. Six. You’ll be a star.
Aren’s mouth twisted like he’d eaten something sour, but he put the pins back on one of the coats without protest. He slipped one arm through the yellow-and-black coat, then the other. He buttoned the five gold buttons and ran his hand down the front, straightening the material.
Do I look like a Vallos guard?
He grabbed his sword. Wait. It’s more realistic when I swing my sword around like I have no idea how to use it. Now I look good, right?
He grinned too widely, showing off dimples on both cheeks.
She snorted. Perfect.
She pointed to where blood dotted his dark skin above his eyebrow. You’re bleeding.
Aren swiped at his forehead as Em dropped the remaining three pins in Damian’s hand. Get rid of those. We don’t want hunters finding them and getting suspicious.
Damian slipped the pins into his pocket. I’ll burn them with the bodies.
Em’s gaze slid to the wagon behind him, where the princess and her guards were piled. A piece of Mary’s long dark hair stuck out from beneath the blanket at the back of the wagon, almost touching the dirt.
She looked away from the wagon. Her mother had always said that the only way to find peace was to kill everyone who threatened it. But the tight feeling in Em’s chest remained.
I should take care of the bodies as soon as possible,
Damian said quietly.
Em nodded and turned to face Damian, then quickly focused on the ground. He had that expression, the one that made her heart squeeze painfully. It was a mix of sadness and hope and maybe even love.
He stepped forward and she wrapped her arms around him, the familiar smell of him enveloping her. He knew she wasn’t capable of returning his feelings. Not now. Revenge swelled and twisted and burned inside of her and left room for nothing else. Sometimes it would simmer down for a while, and she would think it was gone, but it would always return. She would be back in her home, her lungs filled with smoke and her eyes watering as she peered around a corner. Staring as King Salomir pulled his bloody sword out of Em’s mother’s chest. Hearing her sister’s screams as his soldiers dragged her away. Finding her father a few weeks later, after Princess Mary killed him.
Maybe when she killed the king and his family, she’d be able to feel something else. Maybe then she’d be able to look at Damian the same way he looked at her.
She tried to smile at him. A lump had formed in her throat, and the smile probably came out more like a grimace. She watched as Damian said good-bye to Aren.
I should make it back to the Ruined camp by tomorrow evening,
Damian said, stopping next to one of the horses pulling the wagon. He glanced at Em. Are you sure you don’t want me to tell them you’re trying to find Olivia? They should know there’s a chance their queen may return.
Em shook her head. Not yet. They voted you as their leader, and they need someone to depend on now. Let’s not get their hopes up yet.
Regret flashed across Damian’s face at the word leader.
He was a good one, despite his young age. But he only had the position because the Ruined had turned their backs on Em. She might have been heir to the throne with her mother dead and sister missing, but she was useless. Powerless. Not fit to lead, a Ruined had said when they demanded Damian take over a year ago.
Keep them safe,
she said. I’ll wait to hear from you.
Damian climbed into the wagon, putting his right fist to his chest and tapping it once. The fist tap was the official Ruina salute to the queen, and something no one but Damian and Aren had ever done for her. Em blinked away tears.
She lifted her hand, waving good-bye, and Damian did the same. The Ruined marks on his hand and wrist were visible, a reminder of why he couldn’t even consider coming with them. The marks let the world know he was a Ruined with power. Em lacked power, so she also lacked Ruined marks.
It was completely dark now, and Damian’s figure disappeared quickly, the clomping of hooves echoing through the night.
She turned back to Aren, who was pulling his collar away from his scarred neck. Aren had barely escaped the burning Ruina castle alive, and much of his upper body told the story. They also hid the story of his Ruined magic, as the fire had burned away all traces of his Ruined marks. His marks had been beautiful—white against his dark skin, the thin lines twisting together and creating spirals all over his arms and back and chest.
Ready?
he asked quietly.
She grasped for her necklace and rubbed her thumb over the silver O. No. She’d been planning this for almost a year, but she’d never be ready.
We should be able to make it to the Lera border by morning,
Aren said as he walked to the carriage and climbed up. He gestured behind him. Do you want to ride in the carriage like a real Vallos princess?
Em headed for one of the horses. Not yet. I’ll ride a bit ahead and scout the area. I’ll get in when we approach the Lera border.
She swung one leg over the horse and settled onto the saddle. She glanced over at Aren to see her friend watching her, his head cocked to one side. What?
Your mother would be proud, Em.
He bowed his head slightly at the mention of their dead queen.
I hope so.
The words came out as a whisper. She was certain her mother would be furious that Em had allowed her younger, powerful sister to be taken by the Lera king. Em was supposed to protect Olivia, and she’d failed.
But she would make it right. She would save her sister, and kill the man who had taken her and murdered their mother.
Make people fear you, Emelina. Her mother’s words echoed in her head. Stop worrying about what you don’t have and start focusing on what you do. Make people tremble when they hear your name. Fear is your power.
Wenda Flores had never known the days when the Ruined were feared for their powers and revered as gods, but she longed for those days. She wanted nothing more than to make the humans bow down in terror.
Em lifted her head, fixing her gaze straight ahead.
No one feared Emelina Flores, the useless daughter of the most powerful queen Ruina had ever known.
But they would.
TWO
CAS LEANED BACK, barely avoiding the sword aimed for his neck as he spun away from his opponent. His foot caught on a rock and he stumbled, throwing his arms out to keep from falling on his face.
His opponent’s sword poked his chest. That was unfortunate.
Dead.
Galo grinned as he withdrew the dull blade. Feeling tired, Your Highness?
Cas took a step back, running a hand through his hair. The sun beat down on them in the castle gardens, and his hair was damp with sweat. I am a bit tired. It must be from winning the first four times.
The guard spread his arms wide. He was still breathing heavily from the fight. I like to lull you into a false sense of security first. Then I really start trying.
Cas laughed, transferring his sword to his left hand to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt. His jacket lay on the ground, covered in dirt they’d kicked around while sparring. His mother wasn’t going to be pleased.
Let’s go again,
he said, lifting his sword.
Perhaps you should rest a moment.
Galo placed his palms on his thighs, letting his sword dangle from his fingers. He let out a long breath. You look exhausted.
"Yes. It’s me who looks exhausted."
Galo straightened, glancing back at the castle. The white stone building loomed large next to them, casting a shadow across the gardens. Arched windows lined the rear of the castle, and a maid stuck her head out of one on the second floor, giving a rug a quick pound against the wall.
Maybe we should stop.
Galo gestured at the dusty jacket on the ground. You’re going to smell like dirt and sweat when your new bride arrives.
Cas dropped the sword on top of his jacket, messing it up further. She’s been traveling for days. I’m sure she’ll smell as well. We’ll be even.
How very considerate of you, Your Highness.
Galo only called Cas Your Highness
when he was making fun of him. Cas shot him a mildly amused look. Galo was two years older than him, and in his three years on the guard had become more of a friend than someone who should call him by his formal title.
Did you hear that Olso warriors are coming to visit after the wedding?
Cas asked.
I didn’t hear that,
Galo said, pushing a hand through his dark hair. Why?
Negotiations. They have some issues with a treaty that gave Lera control of their main port after the last war. But I think my father agreed to the visit so he could show off.
Show off what, exactly?
After I’m married, Lera will control Vallos as well as Ruina.
Cas laughed. It is impressive. He can’t stop bragging that he’s leaving me with two more kingdoms than his father left him. Of course, one of them is Ruina. That one isn’t really something to brag about.
Not unless you’re a fan of dead crops and gray skies.
I asked him if I could visit Ruina, see the mines, but . . .
Cas shrugged. Maybe it’s still too dangerous.
It’s definitely too dangerous,
Galo said.
Casimir? CASIMIR!
Cas turned at the sound of his mother’s voice from inside the castle. She swept out onto the patio of the second-floor library, the skirts of her light-blue dress swishing around her ankles. She planted her hands on her hips.
She’s been spotted at the end of the road,
she said.
His heart dropped. All right.
You could at least pretend to be excited.
I am simply alight with excitement and anticipation. I can hardly contain myself, really.
He flashed a big fake smile. How was that?
Galo covered a laugh with a cough. His mother let out a deeply annoyed sigh and strode back inside.
I’d better go,
he said, grabbing his sword and handing it to Galo. He snatched his coat from the ground, shaking the dirt out.
Good luck,
Galo said, then frowned. Is that the appropriate thing to say in this situation?
Cas lifted one shoulder. There wasn’t much to say to someone who was headed out to meet the woman he’d been ordered to marry. Try not to vomit might have been the best choice.
He gave Galo a tight smile and hopped up the steps, grabbing the handle of the tall wooden door. He threw it open, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting in the staff dining room. To his left, a boy backed out of the kitchen door, the sound of clanging pans and yells drifting in from behind him. He held a tray of pastries, and he came to an abrupt stop when he spotted the prince.
Cas nodded at the boy, striding past him through the far door and into the hallway. Sunlight streamed in from the wide windows to his right, and the walls in this corridor were almost pink in the afternoon light. Later, they would look red. Every corridor was painted a different color, and when he turned a corner he found two staff members arranging bunches of yellow flowers against the bright-green walls.
The castle buzzed with noise as he walked into the foyer. More flowers lined the banister of the staircase, and a staff member was wrapping blue ribbons around them. The air was full of anticipation and excitement as the castle staff prepared for the arrival of the new princess. Their bright faces just filled Cas with more dread.
His mother and father stood in front of the door at the main entrance, and he stopped next to them.
You’re all dirty,
his mother said, taking his jacket from him. She beat at it with her hand, trying to remove lingering dirt. "Did you have to spar with that guard before she arrived?"
The king clapped his son on the arm. He’s just nervous. Working off some energy.
I am not.
Yes, he was.
Maybe nervous wasn’t the right word. Cas had always known he’d marry someone his parents chose. He’d known, yet he hadn’t quite prepared himself for how it would actually feel. Like his stomach was going to drop into his feet and his head would explode from the pounding.
What was the word for that?
This is as good as it’s going to get,
his mother said, handing him his coat. He slipped it on.
"Try and talk to her? the king said.
It makes people uncomfortable when you just stand there quietly."
I don’t always have something to say.
Then think of something,
his father said, exasperated.
The queen walked to the door, gesturing for them to follow. Come on. Both of you.
She let the king slip past her and put a hand on Cas’s arm. Don’t worry, Cas. I know she will be quite taken with you.
He shook her hand off but tried to smile like he believed her. Quite taken with you. How ridiculous. It was a treaty marriage, and Mary knew as much about him as he did about her. Nothing.
They marched outside into the sunlight, Cas trailing behind his parents. About ten staff members and several members of Cas’s guard were waiting in two neat rows.
He walked down the castle steps and took his place next to his father as the gate began to open. He clasped his hands behind his back, then pulled on each finger of his left hand until he felt the knuckle crack. His heart was pounding so loudly it vibrated in his ears. He tried to fix his face into a neutral expression.
A dirt path ran from the castle to the front gate, flanked on either side by lush green grass and perfectly trimmed square hedges. Two guards pulled open the iron gate, scurrying out of the way as Lera’s royal escorts came through on their horses.
Behind them was a small carriage that had seen better days. Dirt and mud stuck to the wheels, though that was to be expected after the journey through the Lera jungle. The body was plain gray, with a glass window on either side. The windows were open, and the one closest to Cas looked like it might fall off its hinges at any moment. A curtain had been pulled over the open space, obscuring the inside from view.
A young man in a Vallos uniform sat on the seat at the front of the carriage, reins in hand. Cas expected several more guards to follow him, but he was the only one in Vallos yellow. Strange. Cas always took several guards with him when he traveled.
The Vallos guard pulled the horses to a stop and jumped off the carriage, tugging on the ends of his jacket. His hands were covered in scars, like he’d been burned, and Cas tried not to stare as the man opened the door to the carriage. He’d never seen flesh that mangled before.
A hand emerged from the carriage first, and the guard took it, stepping back as a dark head appeared.
Princess Mary jumped out of the carriage, disregarding the step and kicking up some dirt in the process.
She was tall with long legs and wore a yellow dress that stretched tightly across her chest. It was also too short, revealing a bit of ankle, and Cas wondered if she’d recently grown taller or just had a terrible seamstress. A few strands of her dark hair had come loose from their tie, giving her a wild, disheveled look.
Rumors of her beauty were . . . exaggerated,
his father muttered.
Cas actually had known one thing about Mary, as her parents had written before they died, saying she was beautiful
and lovely
and so pretty and delicate.
But the girl in front of them wasn’t any of those things. She was sharp angles and hard lines. Nothing about her seemed delicate at all.
The guard sort of waved his hand in Mary’s direction. He clearly wasn’t the one who usually introduced her. Princess Mary Anselo of Vallos.
Cas had thought they might refer to her as Queen Mary,
but technically she hadn’t ascended to the Vallos throne following her parents’ death. Vallos belonged to Cas’s father now.
Mary’s gaze immediately slid to Cas. She had dark, intense eyes, framed by long lashes. The skin beneath them was a bit dark as well, making her look either tired or angry. Maybe both.
Cas bowed his head slightly in greeting, then focused his attention on the trees in the distance. He was less likely to jump out of his skin