Heart of the Summer Queen by Holly Rose EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Holly Rose
- Language: English
- Genre: Fairy Tale Fantasy
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Last night, I tried to kill my husband.
And I failed.
Now I sit alone in these icy chambers, while my sister’s death goes
unavenged.
I draw my knees to my chest and pull my furs around me, shivering
though I don’t feel the cold. I haven’t since my first night in the Crystal
Palace, when the Winter King chose me as his bride. He visited my room in
the dead of night and kissed me, breathing winter into me. Only through the
burning hatred within did I overcome his magic.
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After that, he claimed I was his Summer Queen and insisted on marrying
me for a purpose. One I’ll now never know.
But regardless of what he needs from me, surely a wife who tried to
assassinate him can’t be suitable? And if I’m no longer useful, it’s only a
matter of time before he comes to kill me.
I’ve thought about running. Of course I have. But I can’t. After the king
threw me onto my bed, he raised his hand and conjured a wall to seal the
passage into his chambers. When he left, I stayed where I was for a long
while, chained in place by the weight of my failure, until sense penetrated
the numbness. I leaped to my feet and raced across to the doors on the
opposite side of the room—my only other exit.
But they were locked.
I pushed down on the handles as hard as I could, and when that didn’t
work, I dug my nails into the gap between the doors, pulling and pulling. I
even tried to dismantle the comb on my vanity, intending to use its tines as
lock picks, but none came loose. And I have no weapon inside my room.
Nothing I can use to defend myself. The dagger I thrust into the king’s chest
is in his chambers. Perhaps still on the floor, coated in his blood.
My hands tremble as they recall the weight of the blade, the way it sank
into his flesh. The blood which soaked my fingers. The clink as my dagger
reached his frozen heart. Unable to fracture it.
Tears flood my cheeks, as they have a thousand times this night. My eyes
are raw and gritty, as if sand scrapes them.
If only my dagger worked.
If only I didn’t try to kill him.
I don’t know which I wish were true: whether the Winter King was dead
or whether I never needed to kill him. My mind is too weary to process all
the chaotic emotions of tonight.
I lift my head and look toward the window across from my bed, where
moonlight pours into my room. Setting aside my furs, I tiptoe across to it,
and my steps are weightless, as if I’m treading on air.
Shaking, I reach for the latches and push open the window as far as it will
go. I lean out and stare at the gardens.
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