Queen Aurora (preview)

It had been years since Philip's kiss woke her from her slumber. Now they ruled as King and Queen, but something changed in Aurora as she slept, a pawn in her father's war against the Fae. But it was a change she kept to herself, her own secret.

The castle’s oldest wing held its secrets as well. Every night for months, Queen Aurora slipped away, golden hair loose over her bare shoulders, lace clinging to every curve. This night was no different. She shut the bath chamber door behind her, heart pounding, the air thick with lavender and steam.

She perched on the edge of the tub in her finest white lace bra and panties, the fabric nearly transparent, cool tile brushing her thighs. Candlelight flickered across her body, painting her in shadow and skin. Aurora’s fingers played absently along the scalloped hem of her panties as she waited. The big painting—a shadowy forest full of thorns—loomed on the far wall.

It swung open without a sound.

Aurora didn’t flinch. She smiled, slow and wicked, blue eyes blazing as her secret visitor slipped through the hidden doorway, shrouded in black velvet, face half-hidden by shadow.

“You’re late,” Aurora teased...

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