Ice Kissed (Kanin Chronicles #2)

2. Concession

The King stood with his back to us, warming his hands over the crackling fireplace. A cold snap had descended on the kingdom, and even in the palace, we could hear the icy wind beating against the stone walls.

None of us said anything as we waited for King Evert Strinne to take his seat at the head of his table next to his wife, Queen Mina. The Queen sat rigidly in her seat, and Ridley and I sat across from her at other end of the long table. Though she looked in our direction, her gaze seemed to go right through us.

Normally, she had a softness to her, in the way her body leaned toward you, as if she really cared about what you were saying, and her grey eyes had a warmth in them. But it was as if the cold had somehow gotten deep inside her, and she sat frozen in her chair, with a white fur cape draped over her slender shoulders.

"So." Evert finally turned away from the fireplace. His dark blazer had a bit of a shimmer to it, making the light from the flames dance across it as he walked over to his high back chair. "I take it from Bryn's injury that things did not go well in Storvatten."

I lowered my head, hoping my blond hair would fall forward enough to cover the bruise on my temple, but it was an awful dark purple and extended to my eyebrow. It was hard to hide. Fortunately, the worst of my injury was back behind my hairline. Stitches mended the nasty gash, and my waves of hair helped to mask the swelling and discoloration.

"It could've gone better," Ridley admitted. "But overall, it wasn't terrible."

"Evert spoke with Prince Kennet on the phone yesterday before you arrived back in Doldastam," Mina said, and her voice lilted with a subtle British accent she used on occasion, usually to impress visiting dignitaries or other royals. "We know exactly how everything went on in Storvatten."

I stiffened in my chair, instinctively pulling my shoulders back, but I kept my expression even. While I was disappointed in my own performance, I also knew that all the failings in Storvatten weren't entirely my fault. The Skojare had inadequate guards and security, not to mention a weakly protected prison.

King Evert held up his hand, the gaudy diamonds on his platinum rings catching the light, and silenced his wife. "I want to hear how you think it went in your own words."

"Well." Ridley shifted his weight in his seat and cleared his throat. "We were tasked with trying to locate the missing Skojare Queen, but all our efforts for gathering information were stonewalled. The Prince refused to tell us anything or let us speak to any possible witnesses."

Mina raised her chin haughtily, and her eyes were hard. "I didn't realize the Prince had that much power."

"He got his orders from the King, but we were almost solely in contact with the Prince. He was the one that directed us," Ridley elaborated. "We went out to search the area for possible clues as to what happened to the Queen, and that's when Bryn and a Trylle ambassador managed to apprehend Konstantin Black and Bent Stum."

"You overpowered Konstantin?" Evert appraised me and appeared impressed for a moment.

"Yes," I said. "I subdued him and brought him back to the palace, where he was placed in the dungeon, along with Bent Stum."

"It's my understanding that Bent killed himself?" Evert asked.

"Yes, we believe he took his life shortly after being placed in the cell," Ridley answered. "Later, Bryn went down to question Konstantin further, and he'd gotten free from his cell. He assaulted her and knocked her unconscious, and then he fled."

"That..." I took a deep breath, steeling myself for their reactions. "That's not entirely accurate."

From the corner of my eye, I could see Ridley turn to look at me, but I refused to look back. I kept my gaze fixed on the King.