Santok's Wares

The waves crashed against the shore, its sound reverberating into the distance. To be fair, the road they had taken winded along the outskirts of the kingdom; this was a beautiful natural lullaby that Cordelia had known all her life.

Moonlit Cove wasn't too far from the palace, and it made travel very convenient. 

Thank god it did. If Jonah had to sit in the same carriage with Princess Cordelia for a second longer, he thought he might actually combust and die on the spot. He hated thinking this, but Atticus was right. He couldn't handle this.

Not when Cordelia was staring at him heatedly every once in a while, her gaze scanning him up and down as though he was a piece of meat for sale at the butcher's.

And Jonah had the strangest longing to be eaten.