Trick (Foolish Kingdoms, #1)

by Natalia Jaster

Still, my wit is sharper than a blade—and even lovelier than a fuck. And ah, that is the greatest triumph, because it brings even the most artful of this kingdom to their knees.

The Dark Seasons, the gift of a ribbon symbolized a person’s esteem for someone they admired. But this didn’t feel like a gift. It seemed like a tease. Or something more dangerous—like a target.

And a transgression. Treat one another with dignity, but do not stray from your class. Marry within your station and Season. Live and die there.

“She leaves her throne. She leaves her home. At night, she roams. The dark, her own. Alas, Princess. You’re not alone.”

Poet. I shouldn’t. I can’t do this. So stop me. Please, just stop me. I squirmed, got my