The Crown's Game (The Crown's Game, #1)

by Evelyn Skye

“That is an impressive gown,” the tsarina said when Vika had risen. “The shimmering fabric gives the illusion of the snowstorm being real. Wherever did you have it made?” “I tailored it myself, Your Imperial Majesty. I am very grateful that it pleases you.” Vika cringed at her own words. She sounded like such a sycophant. But what was the appropriate thing to say when the tsarina complimented your magic, without knowing it was magic? There was certainly no etiquette manual to cover that. “Take care not to become too enamored of the tsesarevich,” the tsar said. “It will require more than a showy gown to be worthy.” Vika’s hand fluttered to her collarbone. She had charmed her scar to be invisible tonight, but it still burned. And even though the tsar was commenting ostensibly on her dress, his warning was clear: he was not impressed by the enchantments recently cast over the city by her and the other enchanter, Nikolai. They would have to do more to win the right to advise him. But at least it seemed that he would not end the Game tonight. He would give them more chances to prove themselves. A little of the tension leached from Vika’s shoulders. “Yes, Your Imperial Majesty,” she said. “I understand completely.”