The Frost Queen's Blade (The Iceblood Duet, #1)

by Meg Smitherman

“There is no shame in grief.”

Rune shook a finger. “Now, now, Majesty. I don’t see you smiling yet. Haven’t you ever wondered what sort of life I lead back in Slödava?” She had, but she’d never admit it to him. Elma shrugged. He grinned. “In the city, I’m known for my taste in fashion.” Elma stared. His grin widened, and he struck a casual pose, hand draped over the pommel of his sword. “Are you imagining it? Whatever you’re envisioning, add at least a dozen more silver buttons, a handful of tassels, and — yes, velvet. Scads of it.”

I love him

“I can’t talk about this here. You’re dressed, and I’m not. There is a head lying on my floor.”

“but… there’s more. Another banner was raised alongside yours. Your men confirmed it this morning, based on description. The banner belongs to Lord Godwin.”

I fucking knnneeewwww it

“Do you—” “I was—” They spoke at the same time, their words colliding and tangling in the air between them. Elma’s cheeks burned. “Sorry,” she said.

Cuuuttteee

You were kind enough to tell me how Rime Ice worked, that it could only be wielded by monarchs. And there was no point in delaying, so…”

Oh thats bullshit. Boooo godwin