Wildest Dreams Page 44

And I could see this even in the night for all along the front of the Palace there were big drums with roaring fires probably every six feet and closer to the building was a row of tall torches only maybe a foot apart and there were a vast number of torches that were affixed on a slant on the Palace itself, all of them bearing cages around the fire and all of them lit.

It was freaking magnificent. Every inch of it and there were a lot of inches. The place was huge.

I was frozen in awe but my awe slid away as I saw on the wide, stone steps that swept down and widened gracefully as they ran from top to bottom there were a bunch of people standing and waiting.

For us.

And the two people at the very top, right in front of the huge, lancet arched, square-paneled, wooden double doors were my parents.

Eek!

I stared at them and deep breathed wondering why I was so freaked out.

I didn’t know why and had no time to figure it out. Oleg drove the sleigh off to a side and the other men fell back but Frey rode Tyr straight to the foot of the massive flight of step and stopped. He did not delay in dismounting nor did he delay in reaching up, grasping my waist and pulling me down. Further, he did not delay in engulfing my gloved hand in the hugeness of his and guiding me up the steps.

Nervously, my eyes took in the people standing along the steps and I noticed there were at least thirty of them, none of them in the fine clothes my parents wore. These included the four girls who had been there that first night, all wearing cloaks of the same colors their dresses had been that night, all of their eyes on me.

Frey stopped us two steps down from my parents and directly in front of them. I tore my eyes from the girls and looked into my parents’ blank faces (though, Mom looked kind of peeved for some reason, then again, my Mom of this world had so far only looked peeved) but as I took in their expressions, I watched my father lift a fist to his chin and at the same time my mother’s chin dipped to the side and into her neck.

Both of these gestures were for Frey.

How weird. Seriously, I wondered what that meant and had to find some way to find out.

When my father dropped his hand and Mom’s chin righted, Frey suddenly bowed at my side. I looked at him to see his bow was not deep, but shallow, just a slight bend of his waist and his head was tipped back, his eyes on my parents but his hand still in mine squeezed then he gave it a gentle jerk.

Oh shit. I was supposed to curtsy.

Crap.

I dropped into an awkward curtsy, seeing as I was doing it on a step which was deep but not deep enough to execute a curtsy, something I’d never done before in my life. I pulled it off, thankfully, without falling over or something equally embarrassing and I bowed my head.

“Rise, my daughter and new son,” Dad muttered, Frey straightened and his hand held mine firmly so I could use the strength of his arm to pull myself up.

I tilted my head back to look at my parents while my nerves jangled but before anyone could say a word, Frey spoke.

“My Ice Bride has been travelling long and she is chill. We must get her inside.”

Then he didn’t wait but led us up another step, I saw both my mother and father jerk in some surprise then when Frey kept right on going and was about to bowl through them, they turned toward the doors. One of the people standing around rushed to them and pushed both open and Mom and Dad strode through, Frey and I following close and some of the people from outside followed us in while others disappeared to places unknown.

The doors barely closed behind us when Frey let my hand go and turned to my Dad.

“Atticus, we must talk. Now.”

Dad blinked up at him then I turned my head to blink up at him too. His voice sounded firm, fierce and maybe a little ticked off. I didn’t get that. He didn’t seem ticked off while we rode.

Dad rallied and replied, “Of course, Drakkar. My study.”

Frey turned to my mother and ordered, “The princess does not leave the Palace unless she has my leave.”

I blinked again.

Uh… what?

Mom looked up at him and nodded.

Frey wasn’t done. “You will attend my conversation with my king.”

Mom’s eyes flashed to me then to Frey and she nodded again.

Frey turned to the four girls hovering close. “See to your princess.”

Then, without looking at me, he stalked away.

I stared at his back, stunned at his tone, behavior and more bossy than his normal bossy commands.

Dad followed Frey.

Mom came straight to me, her fingers curled around my arm tight and she leaned into my ear to hiss, “Now what have you done?”

I didn’t get to say a word before she let me go and hurried off in the direction Frey and Dad had disappeared.

What on earth?

Before I could ask, the four girls surrounded me and started herding me toward the carved stairs.

One who was close to my side and had her hand on me, peered at me and whispered, “Sjofn?”

I looked at her, shook off that strange, weirdly troubling scene and whispered back, “No. Finnie.”

She blinked then she smiled slightly and pulled me up the steps as she introduced herself, “I’m Alyssa.”

The girl walking close at my other side grabbed my hand and squeezed.

“Jocelyn,” she whispered.

“Esther,” one of the girls at our backs said and, still mounting the stairs, I turned to smile at her.

“Bess,” the last one peeped and I smiled at her too.

“Gods,” Jocelyn breathed, giving my hand another squeeze as I turned to face forward because even though they were guiding me, I was climbing stairs and I didn’t want to fall flat on my face. “We’re so glad you’re back.”

We alighted the stairs and they started leading me swiftly down the hall.

Alyssa got even closer to my other side and whispered, “We’ve been so worried.”

“Yes, we didn’t have time to tell you a thing,” Bess said quietly from behind and another glance back showed she and Esther were right on our heels.

“We’re so sorry about that,” Alyssa stated, “but the switch was supposed to happen ten minutes earlier. I don’t know what caused the delay but whatever it was, we lost our opportunity to warn you what was to come.”

Hmm. Seems it was not so good that Claudia and I prattled on when I should have been transporting. If we hadn’t, things might have gone better for me, apparently.

Crap.

We stopped at a door but just barely before it was opened, we were through it and I was back in the room where I’d started my adventure. It was again lit up, it now had a roaring fire in the grate and it was still freaking gorgeous.

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