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“And a smartass,” Vikter added.

My lips twitched as unwanted respect grew for the man. Something warned him to be wary of me. An innate instinct, which was spot-on. “You forgot to add wickedly handsome.”

He huffed a breath. “What I forgot was that you don’t know when to shut your mouth, but that’s something you’re going to learn.”

Biting back a laugh, I turned my head to face the end of the hall, where specks of dust caught in the fading sunlight coming through a small window. “You wouldn’t be the first to wish I’d learn how to do that.”

“Not surprised at all to hear that,” he said. “The difference with me is that you either learn the easy way or the hard way.”

A grin snuck free.

“You think I’m fucking with you?” Vikter sneered. “Accidents have a way of happening around here, even with Royal Guards—even with newly promoted Royal Guards.”

My head turned back to him. Was he actually threatening me? The burst of disbelief gave way to another ripple of amusement. “I’m not fucking with you, Vikter. You just remind me of someone I know.”

“Doubtful,” he muttered.

“Let me guess, the hard way involves breaking my jaw or worse?” A short laugh left me as Vikter’s eyes narrowed. “So, I’m right. He’s said the same thing quite a few times.”

Vikter was silent for a moment. “And who is this clearly astute person?”

“A father of a friend.” I met his stare, my humor fading. “Look, we don’t have to like each other. We don’t even really need to get along. You have your duty, and I have mine, and we share that responsibility. I will not fail her. That’s all you need to know.”

He held my gaze, then let out a low, gruff noise as his attention shifted over my shoulder to the door. A moment passed. “Is Tawny still in there?”

“No, she left a little bit ago.” I rested my hand on the hilt of the broadsword, assuming we’d reached some sort of understanding. “Will the Maiden remain in her chambers for the rest of the day?”

“If that is what she chooses,” he replied. “What did the Commander prepare you for in terms of your role?”

“The basics,” I answered. “As for her schedule, he didn’t go into that much detail on what’s prohibited and not.”

Vikter nodded. “We will alternate days and nights. That’s what we’ve always done,” he explained, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “There is something you should know—to prepare for when you guard her at night. Sometimes, she has…unpleasant dreams.”

The tautness that left him seized me. “Nightmares?” I thought of what I’d seen when she was unveiled. “What causes them?”

He just stared at me.

“Are they about how she was scarred?” I surmised.

Silence.

I pushed back the frustration. “Look, I get you’re protective of her. Even more so than I’d expect a guard to be,” I said, and his eyes narrowed. “But I need to know everything about her to do my job.”

“You don’t need to know anything to protect her other than what your damn job is,” he snapped, then cursed low. “She got the scars when she was a child. Six years old. In a Craven attack that killed her parents and nearly ended her life.”

“Fuck,” I rasped, rubbing my hand over my chin. I knew about the Craven attack, but I hadn’t heard this, and if I had, I must’ve forgotten it. “She was six? How the fuck did she survive?”

“She’s Chosen,” he answered.

I looked at him, shaking my head. “She must be,” I muttered, glancing over my shoulder. She’d been six years old? Good gods. “No wonder she has nightmares.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “You may hear her scream,” he said, each word stated slowly as if he were taking the time to choose them. “She will be fine, but I ask you not to bring it up to her.”

As someone who had spent way too many decades with unpleasant dreams, I quickly understood what he was saying. He didn’t want her embarrassed. I could respect that, except…

“How am I to know when a scream is due to a nightmare or her being under duress?”

Vikter snorted. “She won’t scream if she’s under duress,” he said, leaving me wondering exactly what the fuck he meant by that as he went on. “In terms of her schedule, she is not to be disturbed in the early hours of the morning. That time is for prayers and meditation. She normally takes her meals in her chambers.” He gave the rough times for when the staff served them, usually handing the meal over to whoever guarded her door. “Servants generally enter her chambers to clean when she is taking her lessons with Priestess Analia, which you will attend on the days you’re guarding her. Sometimes, she will be present when the servants need access. We try to avoid that, but…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “She is to be veiled during those times, and you will be required to enter her chambers if she is present when servants or any of the other staff are there. The only ones allowed to be in her chambers without you are the Teermans and Tawny. As far—”