Mina

The silk lining of the carriage felt less like luxury and more like a gilded shroud.

Princess Aurelia pressed her palm against the frosted glass of the window, watching the jagged pines of the Borderlands blur past in the twilight. She was supposed to be heading to a political betrothal—a sacrificial lamb offered to a distant ally to secure her father’s crumbling throne.

Instead, she was about to become a prize.

The violent jolt of the carriage tearing to a halt flung her across the velvet bench. Outside, the synchronized rhythm of her royal guard’s horses dissolved into a chaotic symphony of terrified shrieks, clashing steel, and the heavy, sickening thud of bodies hitting the muddy earth.

"My Lady!"

Aurelia’s head snapped toward her maid, Elspeth, who was trembling in the corner, her face drained of all color.

"Quiet, Elspeth," Aurelia commanded, though her own heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

The ambush was too fast. Too clean. This wasn't a band of desperate highwaymen. Through the small gap in the silk curtains, Aurelia caught a glimpse of the attackers. They wore obsidian armor etched with silver wolves-the crest of the Night Kingdom.

King Malakai. The Butcher of the North.

Panic, cold and sharp, flooded Aurelia’s veins. If Malakai captured the Crown Princess of Solaria, her father’s kingdom would fall before the week was out. He would use her as a psychological weapon, breaking her to break her people.

She looked down at her heavy, sapphire-encrusted gown, then at Elspeth’s plain, gray wool dress.

"Take it off," Aurelia whispered, her voice suddenly steady with an adrenaline-fueled clarity.

"W-what?" Elspeth gasped.

"Your dress, Elspeth! Take it off right now!" Aurelia tore at the intricate laces of her own bodice, spilling the pearls stitched into the fabric onto the floor. "We are switching. If they think you are the princess, they will keep you alive for ransom. If they know it's me, we are both dead or worse."

With trembling hands, they traded lives in the dark, cramped carriage as the screams outside died down to an eerie silence. Aurelia crammed her golden hair beneath Elspeth’s stained linen cap, smearing a handful of soot from the carriage's small foot-warmer onto her own pale cheeks and jawline. She had just forced Elspeth into the sapphire gown when the carriage door was ripped off its hinges.

The cold night air rushed in, smelling of pine, ozone, and fresh blood.

A man stood in the doorway. He was colossal, blocking out what little moonlight filtered through the canopy. His armor was splattered with crimson, a massive greatsword slung casually over his shoulder. But it was his face that made Aurelia’s breath catch. He was terrifyingly beautiful sharp, angular features, eyes the color of a winter sea, and a cruel, calculating mouth.

King Malakai.

His gaze swept over the interior of the carriage, instantly dismissing Aurelia, who had shrunk herself into the shadows, her head bowed, her hands trembling realistically in her lap. His eyes locked onto Elspeth, who was weeping silently in the fine silk dress.

"Princess Aurelia," Malakai murmured. His voice was a low, gravelly purr that vibrated right through the floorboards. "Your father sends you to a weakling’s bed, while your kingdom rots. I think you will serve a better purpose in my capital."

"Please," Elspeth choked out, playing her part out of sheer, unadulterated terror. "Don't kill me."

Malakai offered a cold, humorless smile. "Kill you? No, little dove. You are far too valuable."

He stepped back, gesturing to his men. "Take the princess. Burn the carriage."

"Wait!" Elspeth cried out, instinct taking over. She pointed a trembling finger at Aurelia. "My... my maid. Please, she is all I have. Don't leave her to the wolves."

Malakai’s piercing blue eyes snapped back to Aurelia. For a horrifying, breathless second, Aurelia felt as though he were looking right through the soot and the wool, peeling back her skin to see the royal blood beneath. He stepped closer, his heavy leather boot crushing a stray pearl from her discarded gown.

He reached out, his gloved fingers catching Aurelia by the chin and forcing her face upward. His touch was shockingly warm against her freezing skin, but his grip was unyielding.

"A pretty thing," Malakai mused, his eyes scanning her features with a dark, predatory curiosity. "A bit too delicate for a servant. What is your name, girl?"

"M-Mina, Your Grace," Aurelia stammered, pitching her voice higher, letting her lower lip quiver. She dropped her gaze, praying he wouldn't notice the aristocratic posture she was desperately trying to suppress. "Please, I only serve Her Highness."

Malakai let go of her chin, tossing her away as if she were an afterthought, though his eyes lingered on her for a beat too long.

"Toss the maid on one of the baggage horses," Malakai ordered his captain. "If she slows us down, cut her throat."

Hours later, the raiding party stopped at the edge of the jagged northern cliffs to rest the horses. Aurelia sat on a cold stone, her hands bound loosely with hemp rope. Her thighs ached from hours astride a rough stallion, and the thin wool of Elspeth’s dress offered no protection against the biting northern wind.

Across the clearing, Elspeth sat in a tent, guarded heavily but treated with the begrudging respect due to a royal hostage. Aurelia was left in the dirt with the soldiers.

"Cold, little mouse?"

Aurelia flinched as a shadow fell over her. Malakai stood above her, a silver flask in his hand. He had removed his helmet, and his dark hair was windblown. In the firelight, he looked less like a king and more like a mythic monster.

"I am fine, Your Grace," Aurelia whispered, keeping her eyes glued to his muddy boots.

Malakai knelt down, bringing himself to her eye level. The scent of leather, winter mint, and the faint, metallic tang of blood enveloped her. He reached out with a silver dagger, and for a terrifying moment, Aurelia thought he was going to slit her throat. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, he severed the ropes binding her wrists.

"Drink," he commanded, pressing the warm flask into her numbed hands.

She hesitated, then took a small sip. It was spiced wine, burning a trail of warmth down her throat. "Thank you."

"Do not thank me, Mina," Malakai said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning her cheek. "I keep my property taken care of. And make no mistake, everything in this camp belongs to me."

He reached out, his thumb brushing a streak of the soot from her cheek, his rough skin scraping against her soft flesh. His eyes darkened as a patch of her pristine, porcelain skin was revealed beneath the dirt. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips.

"You play a dangerous game, little mouse," he murmured, his voice laced with a terrifying amusement that told Aurelia he already knew exactly who she was. "Let us see how long you can survive it."

Before she could speak, he stood up, turning his back on her and walking away into the darkness, leaving Aurelia shivering not from the cold, but from the realization that she hadn't escaped the trap at all. She had walked right into it.

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