I was exhausted. The ride back to the city, the decision to imprison Brayton instead of execute him, and I still feel as though someone punched a hole in my chest and ripped my heart out over Caleb.
I want to go to bed, but as Olivia pointed out we even have to argue and decide over where that would be.
“Where do you all sleep?” I asked. She smiled.
“At Bano House,” she explained. I wrinkled me forehead. “The house my father left me, Lisette. Caleb and I never stayed in the palace, at least not once my father died.”
“Oh,” I sighed, “I can’t stay there?”
“No,” she said, “I suppose until it’s sorted our where in the palace you’ll live you could stay with your uncle and cousin.”
“I don’t want to impose on them,” I muttered, “where did my parents stay?”
“The reigning king stays in The Grand Apartment,” Athena chimed in helpfully, “but you’re not a king, so there’s the princess tower.”
“But she’ll only be Princess for a month or so longer,” Aaron said, “why bother moving into the tower only to move out again?”
“Did Brayton take the Grand Apartment?” I asked. Athena shook her head.
“No, like wearing the crown or sitting on the throne,” she said, “he knew he didn’t have a right to it.” I nodded.
“But I do,” I said simply, “I’ll go there.”
“One down,” Aaron smiled at me, and draped his arm over my shoulder, “something like a million to go.” I punched him in the side. “Very dignified your highness.”
“Shut up,” I said, “Have you seen Marina? This sort of thing is her job, isn’t it?”
“Officially?” Olivia asked. I shrugged. “If you’d like it to be. She’s a good choice for a Lady In Waiting. However, I think she’s gone to lie down.” I sighed.
“Of course,” I muttered, “I’d like to. But I suppose it will have to wait.” We walked into the throne room. It still felt eerie and haunted. Dark, but wrongly so. “Olivia,” I turned to her. “Were those tapestry always here?” She grinned.
“No,” she whispered. She gestured to a few guards, “please pull them back.” They nodded and did so, revealing large windows, which were murky but still shone light in. “Your father liked them too.”
“It’s much better,” I said and settled on the throne. It was too high, my feet barely touched the ground. “I suppose I should see them now?”
“If you like,” Athena shrugged, “I’d make them all sweat a few days if I were you.” I glanced at Tristan, who’d been so quiet, even for him.
“That would be cruel,” he said, “you’re going to pardon them, they should know.” I frowned, I wondered if he was talking about himself.
“Fine,” I sighed. Slowly a group of courtiers filed in. Older mostly, some even older than Olivia and Martin, who stood behind me. Each one of them stepped forward and bowed, introducing themselves, I nodded, assured them that they would not be prosecuted but were also free to come and go as they liked. I wondered how many had been compelled to stay like my Uncle and Marina had been. After it was through, Olivia whispered to me that my bed was ready.
“Alright,” I said, I stood up and walked out. Following Olivia so that I learned where I was going, Athena was chatting to me.
“Your highness,” A girl stepped in front of us. I heard Athena sighed loudly. She was pretty enough. Certainly fashionable, her light hair wrapped around her head like a crown. “My name is Mercy Graves, and my father, he,” she sighed, “he served Brayton, only, he didn’t know, so he didn’t come today.”
“Didn’t you hear her highness, Mercy,” Athena said through clenched teeth, Elodie glanced over from a corner, “every one is pardoned. Your father’s absence won’t change that.”
“Yes, but,” she stuttered, “you see, I don’t know if he’ll believe me, so perhaps, in writing?” I sighed.
“I will not be executing your father, Mistress Graves,” I said, “Or is it Lady Mercy?”
“Mistress,” she said softly. I nodded. “I’m a friend of Lady Marina’s,” Elodie walked over. “Is she alright?”
“Lady Marina is fine, Mistress,” Elodie said. Mercy looked at her and nodded. “And her highness was hoping for a nap, I believe?” I nodded, grateful to her. Once I got to the bed, I didn’t even bother to undress, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
“So he fell then?” the voice of a man, deep and full, filled a small room, lit with blue lit candles, he came into view from a doorway. He was dark, his hair long and pulled back. A woman was sitting on a stone floor, dressed in blue, breathing deeply.
“Alive still,” she said, “but fallen. Shall I write to my cousin? Welcome her back to the world?”
“Not yet,” he said, “though it’s a good development. Where is our brothers?” She smiled, a smile I knew well, it looked like mine and she stood up.
“North still, I think,” she said. “I could reach out to Raymond. Or would you rather simply write to Eric?” He sighed.
“I don’t know,” he said, “Lestat was a fool, we’d have had her by now.” She lit a long branch from a candle.
“The Goddess moves in her own time, my love,” she said. “Write to your brother, tell him to sail to Dovetail with as much haste as possible, without insulting Rainier if it pleases him, I don’t want to hurt Karina betrothal with rush.” He nodded and I woke with a start. I didn’t know who they were, the dream didn’t reveal them. But their use of “cousin” and “brother,” revealed them.
The King and Queen of Phania had plans for me.