Touch of Power (Alythian Legacy #1)

I feel odd knocking on his bedroom door, especially because of how nervous I am. I have to face the fact that there definitely is something between us - obviously Kit already admitting his feelings for me - but I'm not sure what to think and I don't know how long he's going to wait for me to answer.

After what seems like forever, Kit opens the door and lets me in. I scoff at the size of the room as its so much better than mine and bloody hell the bed is big. "If I didn't already know you were royalty, this room alone proves it," I say as I stand in the center.

Kit watches me as he leans against one of the large bed posts. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and crossing his leg over the other, he says, "My parents stay here a lot when they go on their many trips around the kingdom. This room is always reserved for them or our family, hence the name." Celeste did call it the Royal Suite and that would explain how Kit and Celeste seemed familiar to one another.

Something catches my eye on the other bed post. As I head there, I can't help but smile. My hand gradually moves over the notches in the wood, marking the heights of the royal siblings throughout the years. "You were my height at fifteen?" I note as my eyes look at the notch. "I've been this bloody height since twelve."

When I turn to Kit on the other side of the bed, there's a glow behind his eyes with a dumb smirk on his face. "I was a late bloomer. I was always shorter than everyone else." He pauses and motions towards the notches again. "I didn't stop growing till I was twenty."

"Bloody hell," I say, blinking at him. "Your parents must've spent a fortune on altering your clothing."

His one eyebrow raises and makes his way towards me. Pointing at the post, he says, "Especially when I grew three inches in seven months."

"Bloody hell," I repeat. This earns a large grin from the prince. That fluttering in my stomach returns at the sight of it and it takes everything in me to turn away from it. I suddenly go to the table in the room which has platters for our dinner sitting there already with maps on the ready to go. At least he's keeping his promise to me. "I'm bloody starving," I say as I take a seat, not waiting for Kit. Thankfully I've spent so much time with Kit, I know he isn't going to be offended by my actions.

Kit pours us both glasses of wine but I opt to just drink water. As I dig in to venison smothered in gravy with a side of roasted potatoes, beets, and carrots, I look at the maps and notice where the council is setting up their own points. "I know it's only been only a couple hours since we met with Louis," I say with a mouth full of food, "but has there been any word from anyone?"

Kit, leaning back in his chair with the wine in his hands, shakes his head. "We can take the night off, Freya." I stare at him for a long time until he adds, "But to answer your question, no."

As I cut my meat I say, "You promised we would talk about our strategy going forward. I'd like to know where everyone is and how we're going to deal with Scarlett taking Conjurers."

He scoffs into his glass. "Allegedly, Freya. Allegedly taking Conjurers." Frowning at his comment, he takes a sip of his wine. "Look... the strategy right now is for Louis to get information and wait until we get to Glasswood. Until then there isn't much left to do unless you want to go back to find Scarlett and ask her directly."

As I chew, I can't help but to worry. I know he's right, but I still want to do something. Since leaving Glasswood, I feel like I'm not doing anything. I've finally found a spot in life worth something and I don't want to give it up for any moment. But I listen to Kit and relax as I fill my stomach. "We should ask Celeste to join us," I say as I gesture with my fork. "I feel bad that you two haven't seen one another for a while."