“But—” Vhalla’s protest was interrupted by Elecia.

The dark-haired woman turned, looking Vhalla up and down. “He’s right,” she corroborated.

That gave Vhalla pause.

“The major is old West,” Elecia explained when Aldrik’s attention had retreated within his own thoughts.

“I’m a lady of the West though,” Vhalla observed.

Elecia snorted. “Look at you, Miss Lady.” A wicked little smirk told Vhalla this was how the Western woman teased.

“He’s the wrong sort of West.” Aldrik had finally returned, whatever he was mentally working through resolved for the moment. “Old West, Vhalla. Not like my uncle.” Her prince regarded her thoughtfully. “Like the sort that still holds the banner of the dead King Jadar and seeks to bring back the days of xenophobia toward the South, the monarchy of the West, enslaving Windwalkers and using them for their own nefarious purposes ...”

Vhalla paused, the cloak suddenly feeling very heavy on her shoulders. The Burning Times, the genocide of the Windwalkers, had been almost one hundred fifty years ago. It was inconceivable to her to think the sentiment still lingered on in anyone.

But Vhalla remembered the Crimson Proclamation that Lord Ophain, Aldrik’s uncle, had given her. He had said it was to heal old wounds and move toward a new future between East and West. Vhalla had thought it a hollow symbolism. She’d never thought it truly had modern day meaning.

Jax returned with food, picked up on the mood in the room, and set his burden silently on the table.

“I’m not afraid,” Vhalla said finally, sitting next to Aldrik. “I’m just one Windwalker, and it’s been a long time.”

Aldrik was about to disagree when Elecia cut him off. “You need to eat more than that.”

“I should think I can decide how much food I can eat.” Aldrik glanced sideways at the young woman.

“Right,” Elecia snorted and grabbed another root vegetable for Aldrik. “Seriously, cousin, why do you bring me if you’re not going to listen?”

“How long have you studied healing arts?” Vhalla asked around the resigned prince.

Elecia paused, thinking.

“All her life.” Jax sat across the table. “

Really?” Vhalla was impressed.

“Natural talent is nothing if you do not hone it.” Elecia never missed an opportunity to brag.

“For her age, Elecia is one of the best healers in the world,” Aldrik boasted.

Vhalla thought Elecia’s face was going to explode from all the pride that lit it up. As annoying as the other woman could be, it was nice to see someone so fond of Aldrik. Considering this, Vhalla began to begrudgingly reevaluate all of Elecia’s actions, viewing them from the place of a protective family member—someone who seemed more like a little sister than a cousin.

“Good morning, all.” Baldair yawned from the entry into the back hall, a disheveled Raylynn at his side.

“You two at it again?” Jax japed. “You must show me sometime how you keep getting the Heartbreaker Prince to invite you to his bed.” Jax leaned away from the table to speak to Raylynn behind Baldair’s back.

To her credit, Raylynn held her composure well. Vhalla was almost envious of how the woman seemed to be able to not care what others thought about her pursuits of pleasure and companionship. “Skills you will never learn.”

“But then how can I get Baldair to invite me to his bed?” Jax whined playfully.

“Mother, Jax, it is too early.” Baldair buried his face in his palms.

Infectious laughter suddenly overwhelmed Vhalla.

“What’s wrong with you?” Raylynn turned up her nose at

Vhalla as she reached for one of the steaming root vegetables. “Oh, my dear prince.” Jax sighed dramatically at Aldrik. “I fear the girl has lost her mind.”

“This is crazy,” Vhalla snorted with laughter.

“The only thing crazy is you.” Elecia rolled her eyes.

“I’m eating breakfast with half the royal family, Golden Guard, and a Western noble, at the siege of Soricium,” Vhalla wheezed. “And it feels perfectly normal.”

Aldrik’s deep chuckle harmonized with hers. “Well, I am glad you could find some ease.”

“The most backwards family you could ever meet.” Baldair grinned.

“But a family nonetheless.” Jax nudged Baldair, and the prince chuckled, giving him a nod. Vhalla remembered Daniel and Craig both praising the Golden Guard as being more like kin than soldiers.

Baldair turned to Aldrik, pausing. He took a deep breath, and Vhalla held hers for the younger prince’s words. “Then again, I suppose we always were. We’re hardly what could be called conventional. Do you remember those awful dinners your uncle would take us to when we visited the West, Aldrik?”

Elecia scoffed at the notion.

“Speak for yourself,” Aldrik said haughtily, bumping his side against Elecia’s in silent agreement.

“No, no, there was the one ...” Baldair hummed. “The one when we got into that alley fight.”

“An alley fight?” Vhalla couldn’t imagine the princes brawling like thugs in the back streets.

“Oh, that.” Aldrik’s voice was flat, but not with displeasure. His younger brother grinned wildly. “Ophain thought it’d be good for us because there were boys somewhat near our age.” “When was this?” Elecia interjected.

“You were still a child,” Aldrik elaborated. Vhalla used the information to envision a thirteen year old Aldrik in the story.

“Those two boys were so full of themselves,” Baldair explained to Raylynn. “They were completely asking for it.”

“Why do I have a feeling this ends up being your fault?” Vhalla covered her mouth to hide her half-chewed food when she spoke.

Baldair gripped his shirt over his chest. “You wound me, Vhalla! Why would you assume it was my fault?”

“I can see why you like her,” Jax snickered to Aldrik, tossing his head in Vhalla’s direction.

Aldrik smiled smugly at Baldair, doing nothing to object. Vhalla ran her greasy palms over her loose-fitting pants. She saw Baldair roll his eyes at his elder brother before continuing the story, but Vhalla was momentarily lost.

Was she accepted among this group? Was she accepted at Aldrik’s side?

“... but if they hadn’t said Solaris was a dumb name, I wouldn’t have needed to take them out back,” Baldair was speaking.

“So then I find him, bruised and bloody.” Aldrik’s eagerness to continue the story betrayed his forcefully uninterested tone.

“And he says,” Baldair interjected while pointing at Aldrik, “‘No one can beat my brother but me!’ and charges! He punches the bigger of the two in the face!”

“You?” Vhalla and Elecia gaped in unison.

“A crown prince must demonstrate that he doesn’t tolerate others questioning his command.” Aldrik took another nonchalant bite of his food, which sent Vhalla into more pearls of laughter.

“I don’t think anyone has ever questioned your command.” Baldair rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him. It was a smile Aldrik shared, and both brothers paused. The other four at the table were forgotten. “Brother, when was the last time we talked like this?”