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The Priestess

Prior

He’d been settled in for about a week. This village wasn’t much but Tanner kept the tavern relatively quiet and clean. He got a bath every other day, never a guarantee in the desert.

He’d ridden out to a rock formation today, there was no further evidence of dragons, but there were rumors of clouds forming that never became a storm and he knew what that meant too. He stop to take a break and got off his horse and closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Hello Prior,” the voice that greeted him, made him laugh. He opened his eyes and standing in front of him was a Wyan Tribeswoman, cloaked in a black robe and her head wrapped in a veil. She had a long nose, and sharp face, brown skin and nearly amber eyes. She was leaning against a staff.

“Hello Nika,” he said back. She grinned and jumped into his arms. “It’s good to see you.” So she was actually here, not just projecting herself, among the Priestess of Amina’s many talents.

“It’s good to see you too,” she said. “Though a surprise.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Did my brother in law send you out into the wilderness to investigate something?”

“Livestock and shepherds have been disappearing,” he said. She nodded. “And apparently there’s been a rumor of dragons.”

“Perhaps the dragons have been eating them, and it’s nothing to do with the settlers,” Nika said. “Harran has grown paranoid.” Prior sighed and shook his head. Either was possible. But Harran wasn’t paranoid, that wasn’t his nature.

“He worries about the boy,” he said. “Something about his aunt not yet meeting him to bless him.” Nika frowned. “Why haven’t you been to the keep?”

“Why aren’t you in Dovetail?” She answered back. He looked away. “Mm, hypocrite.” He laughed. “My sister doesn’t want to see me, she made that clear while she was pregnant.” He nodded. “Why aren’t you in Dovetail?”

“I have work to do out here,” he shrugged. She cocked an eyebrow. “Nika,” he exhaled.

“Prior,” she echoed back to him. They looked at each other and she smiled sadly. “How is she?”

“I haven’t seen her in a while,” he said gently. “They’ve been spending a lot of time in Pharras.” Nika nodded.

“Revolution?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Not just yet, as far as I know,” he sighed, “but shoring up their allies for it.” She snorted. “You don’t approve.”

“She’s sacrificing her destiny to his,” she shook her head. Prior smirked. “What?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t realize your still cared,” he said. She scowled at him. “I’m not avoiding Dovetail because I don’t want to see Annalise.”

“No?” She crossed her arms. He shook his head. “So who are you avoiding? Your uncle? Tristan?” He frowned at her. “Oooh, it’s not Annalise, of course.”

“He doesn’t like me being there,” he said, “and it makes things difficult for her. So, I stay away.” She nodded and they both sat down. “There’s this woman in town, she’s involved with a local merchant.” Nika looked at him. “I don’t trust him, and she’s,” he exhaled, “she knows more than she’s telling me.”

“Prior,” Nika said, her voice full of warning, “if he is on the level.” Prior groaned and stretched. “Do you want to burn that particular bridge.”

“I’m not lighting any matches,” Prior grinned. “What’s the worst case scenario? I piss off an apprentice in the middle of nowhere and I have to spend a night smiling and eating shit with Carland Dumanis to smooth things over? I have a feeling I can handle it.” Nika frowned. “Are you going to stay?”

“I’ll go where the Goddess leads me,” she said enigmatically.

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “And The Goddess led you here?” She grinned. “Right, so mysterious,” she giggled. “Well, do try to tell me before you leave, Nika.”

“I will,” she smiled. “I am glad to see you.” He nodded. “Two years is a long time to chase something Prior.”

“I’m meant for this,” he said. “I know it.” She smiled. “Like you knew.” She sighed and stretched. “How is Her Eternal Evilness?”

“Amina is not evil,” she said.

“Debatable,” he said, she whacked him in the shoulder. “You need to forgive yourself Nika.” She exhaled. “Marina’s forgiven you and Brea will get there.” She looked down.

“Rian can’t forgive me,” she whispered. He exhaled. “And Brea will never forgive me for that.” He hugged her and then got back on the horse and rode into town.

He glanced at the tavern and then at another building across the way. A pretty young woman sat out on it’s porch. A man approached her, slid her hair behind her ear, offered her a small bag and she smiled, took his hand and led him inside. He tied his horse off and walked into the tavern. Tanner was behind the bar.

“Hey Commander,” Tanner said with a smile. He liked the man. He poured a beer from a dark brown bottle and Prior took it. “Rough day.”

“Interesting,” Prior shrugged. “Across the way, it’s a pleasure house?” Tanner laughed and nodded.

“Jade’s,” he said. “She’s good at her job, her girls are well taken care of, and know how to take care too, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Prior nodded.

“You don’t consider it competition?” He teased. Tanner snorted.

“Nah,” he said. “If I even considered keeping girls, both my mother and Danna would stop speaking to me.” Prior laughed. He would have to visit, not necessarily for sex, though if he saw someone he liked it wasn’t out of the question, but to see if Jade displayed yellow roses, the sign that some of Carolina’s “friends” were in residence and if he had to collect a report.

The past few years, sex had been strange for him. After Annalise, when he’d sleep with someone else it had felt empty, he’d long for her, and it wasn’t fair to the women he’d been with. That had faded in time, but he hadn’t been in love again. Sometimes he wondered if he ever would be.

The door opened and Cole walked in, flanked by three other men, who, over his time in town Prior had noticed were his flunkies. Tanner’s back straightened, and Prior put on his amiable courtier face.

“Tanner,” Cole said, Tanner nodded tersely. “Commander Chastain, nice to see you.” Prior nodded at him. “I came for Danna.”

“She left early,” Tanner said simply. “Probably went home.” Prior was still holding Cole’s eyes. He didn’t like or trust this man. He was trying to take Nika’s advice.

“I realize I’ve been remiss in my hospitality,” Cole said, Prior smirked. “Why don’t you come home with me, Commander, I can welcome you properly.”

“Happy to,” Prior said. “I’ll see you later, Tanner.” The Wyan man nodded and Prior followed Cole out. “I appreciate the invitation.”

“I was a little worked up when you first arrived,” Cole sighed. “But it would be an insult to my clan and our queen to not extend you what I can.” Prior nodded and they both rode off, towards a large white stone house on the edge of town.

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Lying

Danna

She’d slept a short enough time that she’d made it back to the house before Cole awoke. She made him his breakfast and kissed him before he rode off and she sat down.

She wasn’t his wife. She’d never be. He’d probably import some little girl from Dorin eventually, he was a merchant and that was their way. Whether he’d keep her or not was something she tried not to think much about. For now, Cole meant security, no matter how many little pieces of herself she had to trade.

She rode into town and got to the tavern, Tanner wasn’t behind the bar, or in the main room, so she wandered bak to the kitchen where he was fighting with a pot of porridge.

“Let me,” she said softly. He sighed and looked at her and nodded. “About last night,” she started.

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t interested in watching Cole get into it with a Ranger anyway,” Tanner said. Danna nodded. “He took a room.”

“Because you love complicating my life?” Danna groaned. Tanner grinned. He was her oldest friend, the closest thing to family she had left, and the only person who could consistently get under her skin.

“He’s good looking,” Tanner said.

“I didn’t notice,” she muttered.

“Bullshit, you didn’t notice,” he snorted. “You were damn near twinkling at the man.” She frowned at him. “Cole took it OK?” She shrugged. “Danna,” he said softly. She thought of the black eyes, the time that Tanner had ridden to the house and told Cole if he laid on a hand on her again he’d kill him. Cole was careful with her face after that.

“Tanner,” she said back.

“You’re alright?” He asked. She nodded. “Good, you can talk to the Commander when he comes down then.” She groaned.

“Tanner, this isn’t a fairy tale,” she reminded him, “the handsome aristocrat from Cammadan isn’t going to sweep in and save me. I’m doing fine on my own.”

“First of all, no you aren’t, you’re selling yourself to a man who hurts you for far less than you deserve,” he said. She bit her lower lip, “And, second, I don’t think he’s like that.”

“Who’s like what?” They both jumped at the deep voice from the doorway. The Commander had finally made his appearence.

And, alright, maybe she could admit that he was attractive. Certainly the bath he’d clearly had and sleep in a bed had done their work. He was tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair that grew just past his ears, and fell in a pair of stunning blue eyes. He was smiling and it was an inviting and genial look.

“Oh, I was saying you won’t want to eat Tanner’s cooking,” Danna said pleasantly and Tanner pinched her. The Commander laughed. “But if you’re hungry now it’s all we have.”

“I can wait,” he said. She nodded. “I’m glad to see you again, Mistress Finn. I hope you had pleasant evening.” She blinked.

“Pleasant enough,” she said and squared her shoulders. He nodded. “I’m sorry I had to run out.” He was looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite define, some combination of curiosity and lust.

“I don’t mean to be too nosy,” he said. “But your,” he paused, “friend. What’s his surname?” She blinked. He meant Cole.

“DuPrentar,” she said. He nodded. “Is there a reason why you need to know?” She crossed her arms.

“I’ve spent some time in Dorin,” he shrugged. “I thought I might have crossed path with some of his family.” She opened her mouth to say something but them thought better. “We’ll speak soon.” He disappeared again. Tanner was grinning.

“Not a word,” she said. He held up his hands. “He wanted to hear about dragons, why is he asking about Cole?”

“Yes, there’s absolutely no reason why anyone from your girl queen’s army would be interested in Cole,” Tanner said, his voice laced in sarcasm. “A loud wealthy merchant apprentice who’s decided to make himself the big man of this glorious village we call home isn’t suspicious at all.” Danna sighed and pulled out some dough and began kneading it.

“If he asks too many questions,” Danna frowned. “It could end badly.” Tanner looked at her.

“Danna,” he said softly. “Do you love him?” She blinked at her friend. He’d never asked her that before. He’d lectured and cajoled her, comforted her, eventually accepting that she’d made her decision, even if he didn’t like it.

“Yes,” she said. Tanner nodded. “And he loves me too, in his way. He does take care of me Tanner.” She could keep telling herself that. But Seshi’s words from the night before echoed in her mind. How much of herself was she giving away for this?

Prior

He sat in the small room staring the candle flame, he’d chanted the small spell required and sent the note off.

Ran into an apprentice, a miner. Claims to be DuManis clan. Cole DuPrentar. Invited me for dinner, he’s out west of the temple gap.

He set it into the flame and waited for an answer. Carolina’s candles didn’t work instantly, but they were quick enough. And he’d known he’d need to know how careful he had to be around the man.

A paper fluttered into the flame, Carolina’s perfect script present on it. He smiled softly, he could almost hear her controlled careful, low voice as he read the message.

I know the name. I debuted with his sister. Ask for his charter, there is some mining out that way. I’ll ask Trey for more information.

And then another flutter.

Chase says he misses you. Tristan and I do too. He laughed and leaned back. He did miss them, but they were busy and if he were in Dovetail, he wouldn’t be. There was nothing for him to do there. And there was the small needle stabs of watching Annalise and Eric.

He didn’t love her anymore, but it didn’t make watching her happiness easy. Busy was easy, and there was no business for him in Dovetail.

He rubbed his face. But it had been two years with very little to show for it. He’d found The Wheel of The Gods, and he had barely found evidence of the dragons. It was disheartening. Meanwhile, Tristan’s son, who he’d sworn to help train and guide, was growing up without him.

But he’d watched them fly off into the desert and his heart had sung. He was meant to do this. He couldn’t stop until it was done. He walked back down into the bar and saw Danna Finn balancing on a box to reach a shelf.

“Is there breakfast now?” He said. She looked at him.

“There’ll be bread in a few minutes,” she nodded. He smiled and walked over and settled in.

“Your father told you about dragons,” he said. She met his eyes, they were an almost golden shade of brown, and her fiery red hair framed her round face.

“My father told me many things,” she said. “He told me my family rode dragons for Queen Anessa. He said that if we tried to go back to Cammadan, Brayton would kill us and drink our blood. He said that when Queen Annalise rose we’d go back.” Prior looked at her.

“Seven years is a long time to delay,” he said. She shrugged. “Also as far as I know Brayton never drank blood. I could ask Duchess Marina, seems like something she’d know.” Danna blinked at him. “Why didn’t you come back?”

“He died eight years ago,” she said softly. Prior inhaled.

“I see,” he nodded. “I won’t bother you about it again.” She nodded. “There were riders with Queen Anessa.”

“It was an age ago,” she said. “How could you know?” Her voice was playful now, challenging him. He could answer a challenge. Gods, she was stunning.

“I’ve read her brother’s journals,” he said. She cocked an eyebrow.

“In Dovetail?” She asked. “I thought Brayton purged the libraries of that sort of thing.”

“Not in Dovetail,” he said. He remembered the night he and his friend Nika Averran had found the library in Amina’s Temple, the moonlight streaming over the texts. The stories he’d never known, none of them had. The secrets of his kingdom, and home, the gifts the gods gave to their chosen, that put him in even more awe of his queen, her general and the Duchess who sat her right hand. The ones that had given him hope that things taken from him might be restored.

“Even so,” she said, “that doesn’t mean my family were riders.” He looked into her eyes. She was lying. He didn’t know if she was lying to him or herself.

“I think a lot more families had secrets around magic than we ever knew,” he said softly. “Thank you, for talking to me.” She nodded.

“Of course,” she said. “Anything for our queen.” Prior smiled. Words he’d said himself so many times, vows he’d taken, whispered in the dark while Annalise whimpered and moaned in his arms. Anything for you. Until she stopped taking and he wasn’t sure if he had anything left to give.

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The Rider

Danna

Cole rolled off of her and she exhaled running a hand through her hair. He hadn’t wanted to talk tonight, which was both a blessing and surprised her, since he’d nearly gotten into a pissing match with that ranger. If she couldn’t see that he was marking his territory with the stranger she would have argued with him to stay at Tanner’s.

But she didn’t want a fight.

“Swear to Cornan, that gets better every time,” Cole exhaled. She laughed and rolled over and rested her chin on his chest. “The boys wanted to go to Jade’s to celebrate tonight. I told them they could but I had better waiting at home.”

“What’re you celebrating?” She asked. He played with her hair.

“Found a cache of the glass,” he shrugged. She nodded. “Bad timing for a ranger to come through, but it is what it is.” She exhaled. The brightly colored and easily workable glass made from dragon fire was a closely guarded secret at the moment, and Cole was trying to be the merchant to bring it out. “You haven’t seen that beast around have you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Not in years, you know that.” She’d have to talk to Seshi again. To try to convince him to leave. Maybe the presence of the Ranger would do it. Seshi was distrustful of anyone linked too closely to Queen Annalise, and Bel, his mate, humans in general. Cole nodded and kissed her temple. “The ranger was asking about them too. Maybe you should lay low for a bit.”

“He’ll move along, they always do,” he chuckled and stretched. “Why was he asking you?” Danna felt her heart speed up a little.

“Tanner mentioned my da’s stories,” she yawned, but her heart fluttered. The ranger, Commander Chastain, she reminded herself, had looked at her with the kind of interest she’d always gotten, which was flattering, but once he found out that she knew something about the dragons, his whole face and demeanor had changed. He’d wanted to hear what she had to say. That she wasn’t used to.

“Well, if he bothers you, let me know,” Cole pulled her close. “I don’t need some green coated city boy thinking he can take what’s mine.” She whimpered as she felt him get hard again.

“Cole, wait,” she muttered as he pushed his leg between her thighs to part them. He shushed her and pushed in and she whimpered.

“That’s a good girl,” he mumbled into her hair, “you can take it, honey, come on.” After two years, she should have been used to this, and she mostly was. He liked to hurt her, and it came without warning or even threat. So she waited for him to finish, feeling where the bruises would be in the morning and then waited for him to fall asleep before slipping out of bed, pulling her dress on and grabbing a shawl and riding out past the high dunes to her family’s old barn and stepping inside.

Settled in the hay was Seshi, Lord of Dragons, only slightly smaller than the barn itself, deep violet in color, with amber horns and yellow fiery eyes, that had just opened to look at her. He squeezed himself in here with some magic and was refusing to leave until Danna left with him.

“It is late Danna Finn,” he rumbled. She exhaled. “Did he harm you again? I will eat his heart.”

“No,” she said and shook her head. Seshi huffed, he knew she was lying. “He did find more glass, though, and there’s a new ranger here, looking for you or at least your kind.”

“Ah,” he said, “you have come to try to convince me to leave again. I see.” She nodded. “Danna, you are my rider, descended from the oldest of rider lines. I will not choose another or leave you behind.” She sat down and leaned against his leg. “Jersa is young, and she was probably playing, that’s what made the glass. I will speak to her again.”

“Alright,” Danna said. “What about the ranger? He said he’d seen dragons before.” Seshi let out a soft and thoughtful rumble.

“Perhaps he was there when Appan went to the capital,” he said, “or when The Dovetail Queen freed us.” She exhaled. “Why do you stay here, Danna Finn? Is it only because of your father’s grave? If we went to Cammadan we would be among your ancestors, surely he would want that.”

“Cammadan isn’t my home, Lord Seshi,” she said, “I was born here, lived here always, I don’t want to leave it.” He hummed again.

“This is the same defense you give that man of yours,” Seshi said. “One can be settled into a place that is harmful for them.”

“The longer you stay in the area the more dangerous it is,” she said softly. The dragon chuckled.

“And you claim to not be my rider,” he answered her. “Your concern betrays your heart, Danna.” She laughed, and he circled his wing around her, drawing her closer. “He did hurt you tonight.”

“Not badly,” she whispered, feeling the steady beat of the dragon’s heart, and the heat of his fire in his belly.

“Perhaps not your body,” Seshi said. “But I worry he will continue to rip at your heart and soul until it is gone.” She inhaled deeply and fell asleep. She dreamed of her father, asking why she wouldn’t look him in the eye.

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A New Start

Prior

Prior walked into the tavern with slight hesitation. He didn’t like that he was traveling alone, but he understood why. Coming into a place like this with even a pair of rangers would draw too much attention. At least on his own he appeared to be simply passing through, needing to rest his horse for a few days.

He’d been out for nearly two months now chasing a wing and this was the first time anything new had come up. He’d seen several nests as he came up on this village and then they’d stopped. Nika had mentioned this place had magic in it, though he hadn’t felt it.

It wasn’t as though Prior was particularly magically sensitive. But even he knew what strong magical places felt like, he’d been in Dovetail, the capital of Cammadan enough times to know that feeling and this place was humming with magic.

“What can I get for you?” The man behind the bar said. Prior looked at him and smiled with a shrug. He had long dark hair tied back, and tawny brown skin.

“Whatever’s brown,” he shrugged. He learned long ago not to trust clear liquors in places like this. The browns were usually safe. The man nodded and filled a glass. He glanced around the room.

“You’ve got business here, Outlander?” Another man said, his voice was even but not friendly. Prior held up his hands.

“Only passing through, Her Majesty likes to have her eyes where she can,” he said. The man grunted and stepped aside. Beside him, now visible was a girl, woman, really, in a threadbare white dress, with red hair brushing her shoulders. She was a really red head, too, not auburn like most of the women of Cammadan. Really, fiery red, pale skin, and green eyes. She looked incredibly beautiful, and then she smiled at him.

Oh no.

“You alright Danna?” The barman asked. She nodded. “Then I can say you’re late” She scoffed and rolled her eyes and walked around behind the bar.

“Really, Tanner, you seemed to be managing” she said. She looked at Prior again. “Who’s this then?”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled and leaned across the bar. “Commander Prior Chastain,” he offerred his hand. She smiled and took it.

“Danna Finn,” she said. She glanced at his uniform. “You came from the Border?” He grinned.

“Dovetail,” he said. Her eyes widened. 

“Long way,” she said. He nodded.

“It is,” he said softly, “Can I buy your drink?” She smiled at him again, what a smile, it lit up her green eyes, this one was more wry, though. 

“Best not,” she said. He frowned. She was probably married, a girl that pretty out here, no chance she was free. “How long are you here for?”

“Not sure,” he said, “I was planning only a few nights, rest a bit before moving on,” she nodded. “But I could be persuaded to stay longer.” She bit her bottom lip.

“I bet you could,” she threw her hair back and laughed. The line of her throat was even entrancing. Prior could not fall in love right now, or even get himself infatuated. Certainly not with some girl in a backwater on the wrong side of tribal lands who was likely spoken for. 

Unfortunately for Prior his heart and his stomach never listened to reason. The place quieted down as the doors swung open and four men walked in. One was clearly the leader, he was white, with dark blonde hair, trimmed fashionably, a little too fashionably for being so far out, and he was wearing a clean brown coat over a blue silk vest. What the hell was a Dumanis apprentice doing out here?

“Danna,” the leader shouted, as they took a table. She looked at the man behind the bar who shrugged and she grabbed four bottles and walked over. He grabbed her by the waist and she pulled back, then he grabbed her wrist. Prior stood up.

“I wouldn’t get in the middle of that, if I were you,” Tanner shook his head. Prior frowned.

“He’s merchant?” Prior asked. Tanner shrugged. “What clan?”

“Dumanis, so he claims,” Tanner said. “Cole talks a big game, has plenty of money and is working a mine a few miles out. He’s been here about six years, maybe?” Prior nodded, he’d have to write to his friend Tristan Dugarry to verify, if someone was working a mine for the Dumanis, Tristan’s family, he’d know. “You really just passing through?” He asked. Prior sighed. The man was sharp, he’d give him that.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I think the tribe chiefs have been getting sick of finding their young men dead,” he said, “and I think Harran’s got The Queen’s ear, which is bad news for men like Cole.” Prior grinned. “And I know that you lot have been chasing stories for two years.”

“Not stories,” Prior took a long sip, “dragons. I’ve seen them, from a distance, but they’re real.” Tanner shook his head. “And yes, Harran asked me to look into the killings. What tribe are you from?”

“My mother’s Wyan,” Tanner said, “my da is settler though.” Prior nodded, when he was a child, his homeland had been ruled over by dangerous wizard Tyrant, Brayton Dovetail, Brayton had then been overthrown by his cousin, and the rightful queen, Annalise. During Brayton’s reign many people had fled into the desert. Settlers and their children were hard people, they’d had to be. “How is the Chieftain?”

“Very well,” Prior smiled, “Lady Brea too, they’re both glowing in the light of their son.”

“Gods bless the Prince Rory,” Tanner smiled and they clinked drinks. “Do you need a room?”

“Do you have any?” Prior asked. He didn’t mind sleeping under the stars but it had been weeks since he’d had a bed.

“Can probably scrounge up a bath too,” Tanner winked. ” And you can ask Danna about dragons,” he said as she walked back over. She looked alarmed.

“Why would he ask me?” Danna said quickly. Prior raised an eyebrow. That was an odd response.

“Because your da yammered about the damn things every day for as long as either of us can remember?” Tanner said.

“Oh right,” she shook her head. “I have plenty of old stories, don’t know why they’d interest you Commander,” he smiled at her again.

“I’ll hear any story you want to tell,” he said. He glanced back at the merchant, who was glaring at him. “He’s yours then?” She straightened her shoulders.

“What’s it to you?” She crossed her arms. He smiled and held his hands up.

“I don’t want to step on any toes,” he said. She narrowed her eyes at him. “But any information would be appreciated, by our queen.”

“You’re so sure I’m Cammadie?” She tossed her hair. He smiled. “Maybe my allegiance isn’t to Queen Annalise.”

“If you’re Failon or Rastani, forgive me,” he teased back. “Consider it diplomacy,” she laughed. The merchant marched over then.

“Danna,” he said. “We’re going.” She looked at Tanner, who shrugged. “Tanner.” He nodded coolly.

“Cole,” Tanner’s voice was sharp like a knife. “It’s not busy, Danna, it’s fine.” She nodded. Cole looked at Prior who stood up and met his eyes.

“Just arrived?” Cole said. Prior nodded. “How are things back home?”

“All was well when I left,” Prior said, keeping his voice even, waiting for a challenge. Cole nodded.

“Come by,” Cole said, “Tanner knows the place. I’d never want Her Majesty to think those of us out here have forgotten our manners. The Clans remain her loyal subjects.” Prior nodded. “Danna, now.”

“What’s your rush?” She teased as she walked over to him. “Nice speaking to you Commander.” Cole pulled her close and kissed her. Then they walked out. Prior watched them with a bit of a pang.

“She’s his?” Prior asked. Tanner exhaled.

“Unfortunately,” Tanner mumbled. “She deserves better, but it’s not as though better’s to be had in these parts.” Prior didn’t notice jealousy in his tone. “I’m assuming you have a horse?”

“Yes,” Prior said. “If I need to stable him elsewhere,” he drifted, Tanner waved a hand.

“Take him around back, I’ll get the room set,” he said. Prior smiled and nodded. Twenty minutes later he was leaned back in a warm tub with his eyes closed. Nika had been right. Something was happening in this little village, and he was going to figure out what it was.

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Interlude: Elsewhere, Magic Awakens

The Wolf King

King Raniere of Rastan dismounted his horse and slung his bow over one shoulder, and checked his knife on his hip. He hadn’t hunted in a year and it felt good to be back to it. The stag was near, he could feel it, in his bones, the way he always could, the way his brothers always could.

He’d gone out alone this time though, he needed time to think. Kristoff had asked to go to Phania, again, but he still had no word from Daniel on an invitation. He hated keeping his brother from the woman he loved, but Kristoff’s stormy mood wasn’t worth snapping the fragile string of their alliance with Phania. Rila was nagging him about Gregor, who’d gotten into another brawl in the school room, while Richard and Mikhail had sent a tenth governess in fourteen months packing. His sister mothering their youngest brothers was soothing her, for the moment, but he could feel her about to shatter, she’d soon tire of it, and he knew it. A restless Rila was bad for all of them. Nikolai had disappeared into an affair with a trader from Failon and they hadn’t seen him in a month. He was tired, and his family was wearing on his last nerve.

And none of that addressed what the hell he was going to do about Annalise, and the way her marriage to Eric would place her in a greater position of power he was fully comfortable with, especially without a strong alliance.

He glanced up at the moon and took a deep breath, and saw the stag standing before him, too far to shoot, he ran rather than go back to the horse, his feet padding against the snow and his body moving swiftly, he smelled it, heard it’s heart, his body lengthened, his hands fell in front of him and he ran, feet and hands gone, they were paws now, his senses heightened, and he leapt as he caught his prey by the throat.

The Handmaiden

Talia Warwick sat on the back deck of the villa on the beach, a parting present from Prince Eric, much better than the gowns or jewelry her other “suitors” presented her with. His way, she’d realized, of letting her know that what was between them had mattered to him as much as his forthcoming marriage did.

She gasped as rising out of the seafoam in front of her were two women. No, not women, though they were female, naked, their skin shimmering between green and blue, with large silver wings that matched the color of the foam, they regarded her, one nodding solemnly, and the other raising her hand in greeting.

“Hail sister,” she said, her voice sounding like an echo.

“Hail,” Talia said, terrified, and in disbelief that her voice worked at all.

“We go to serve and save our queen, now,” the other said with a wild smile, “you will do the same?” Talia nodded.

“Until my last breath,” she said. They nodded, and flew off.

Talia knew that didn’t mean Elana. She’d never sworn herself to Elana.

Talia had been born to see Karina crowned and to serve her.

The Serpent & The Princess

Jaden Larsen stood in the crow’s nest scanning the horizon. He glanced down at the deck and saw Princess Karina arguing with the Admiral again.

“We will go where I say,” Karina said. “I want to go to Dovetail.”

“I don’t take my orders from you,” Franz growled and Jaden climbed down to meet them. “Your father is indulging you even allowing you on this ship.” The Princess glared at the Admiral.

“I haven’t heard from Lady Katrin since she arrived in Brightcoast,” Karina hissed. “I want to know why.”

“You haven’t?” Jaden said. She looked at him. He hadn’t heard from Kat either, but Karina not hearing from her was more troubling. She shook her head.

“Princess, I cannot invade Cammadan on your whim,” Franz said. “Lieutenant, explain to her.” Jaden nodded and he marched away.

“Something is wrong,” Karina said. Jaden nodded. “Something has shifted, I can feel it, and I need to see Kat, I need to.” He took her hand. “Kristoff is in pain, I can feel that too. It’s too much, and it hurts.” Karina had always seen and understood things that she maybe shouldn’t. He and Kat had talked about it, if something had shifted she was feeling even more and from at a distance, he didn’t know how to help.

“It’ll be alright,” he said gently, “I promise, Kari, I do,” she nodded and they heard a shout from the edge of the deck.

“Living gods!” The sailor said, they ran to the edge and saw it. A gigantic golden serpent had risen out of the waves.

“Goddess,” Karina mumbled. Jaden looked at her. “They did it.”

“Who?” He asked. “And what?”

“Annalise and Marina,” Karina whispered, “they freed the gods, magic is back.”

“Magic never went anywhere,” he frowned. Karina smirked at him.

“Old Magic did, my family’s,” she exhaled. Jaden shuddered. The thought of that chilled him, though it seemed to comfort the Princess.

The Shadow Queen

Delia Bettencourt sat quietly in the dark room, the shadows she’d commanded all her life, dancing around her. They were playful today, excited and a little wild.

“Delia,” the door opened, Lord Andrew Bryant, the man who’d raised her walked in. His dark hair was combed and he was dressed in finery. “What is this?”

“They’re unruly,” she sighed. His blue eyes met her grey and she pulled the shadows in. “What is it?”

“They would like to speak with you Princess,” he smirked. She nodded and followed him outside the room. “Has something happened?”

“I haven’t seen anything since that evening I was pulling to Annalise,” Delia shook her head. “Why?” They entered the parlor and Wyatt and Morgan Allred were sitting. Of course.

“Princess,” Count Allred smiled at her.

“Count,” she said coolly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We’ve been told that Annalise is in Westran,” The Count said. “And she is bringing the Phanian prince with her.”

“And this means?” Delia raised an eyebrow. Gods, Allred was tedious.

“Delia,” Andrew said gently, “It means your time is coming.” Her shadows danced on her finger tips.

“My time?” She said. “I thought you wished to crown the other one,” Allred cleared his throat as she made her shadow dance around him. “What made you change your mind?” The count swallowed, and Lady Morgan’s eyes were wide. “My darling niece seems to have accomplished her goal. Perhaps you should adjust your plans.” She circled the black shadow around his neck.

“N-no, Princess,” Allred stuttered, “I am your servant.” She smirked and pulled the shadow in.

“Good,” she rose. “Get me my crown, then.”

The Dragon Rider

The girl in the shabby brown dress, her red hair tied on top of her head in a messy knot, heaved the bucket into the water into a trough when she heard the wings beating above her, a sound like thunder and rain, but steady in a way they didn’t get out here.

“Living gods,” she whispered as the four creatures, scaly like the lizards that sunned themselves on the rocks in the desert, but large bat like wings and four legs, and long tales and claws flew by. Three flew off into the sun but one, a deep purple like a quartz, and horns the color of amber, with glowing yellow eyes to match landed before her.

“Hello Danna Finn,” it’s voice boomed loud and deep. “I have slept for centuries and was glad to wake and know you were here.” She blinked.

“You know me?” She asked. The beast bowed it’s head.

“I have waited for you since I was hatched,” it said, “and dreamt of you while I slept,” she exhaled, “and known you since you took your first breath.”

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head. Her Da had told her stories of such creatures, and the brave folk who rode them, but those people were heroes, magicians and kings. She was most certainly not any of that. “I’m no one.” It snorted, as if amused.

“You are Danna Finn,” it said simply, “and you are mine. I am Seshi, Lord of Dragons, and I have claimed you, at last.” She looked at the dragon and reached out and stroked his nose. “We will speak again soon.” He purred and then took off into the sky.

“Danna,” the angry male voice called from inside. “What’s taking so damn long?” She exhaled. She’d spent too long in the sun, she was hallucinating. That had to be it.

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Interlude: Lefty

Damian Lestoff exhaled and gripped Nikolai’s hair as the Prince of Rastan took him into his mouth. They were leaving in the morning and Lefty had dodged Nicky’s sister to make this rendezvous occur.

He’d enjoyed Rila during this visit and he knew the royals saw him as little more than a shared toy, but he’d play back.

“Gods, Nicky, that’s good,” he mumbled before letting out a groan, pulling away and finishing with a grunt. He fell back against the bed.

“Couldn’t let you leave without having some fun,” Nicky laughed sliding up and kissing him.

“I’ve had plenty of fun,” Lefty smirked. “Your sister is very accommodating.” Nicky huffed.

“Please don’t talk about my sister while I’m holding my cock,” he said, “you could stay.”

“Eric has orders,” Lefty shrugged. “He’s supposed to marry Annalise.”

“Mm,” Nicky kissed him and pulled close, “then he and Raniere will both be kings and can sit around all their lives comparing their crowns.” Lefty laughed and kissed him and wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking. “Unh,” Nikolai exhaled.

“What’s your stable boy going to say about tonight? Hm?” Lefty teased.

“Ash isn’t,” Nikolai grunted, “a servant. He’s the best damn breeder and racer in Rastan.”

“As you say, Your Highness,” Lefty laughed and kissed him. “But you didn’t want him tonight? He could have joined us.”

“I don’t want to share you,” Nikolai growled. That was bullshit. Lefty had felt it while his lover tossed him to his sister. Nikolai got off on the idea that Lefty was desired by others in his orbit but would always come back to him. “I want to be in you, Damian.”

It had been a mistake to invite Nicky to call him by his first name. It was too intimate, it made him melt. He rolled over, rose up on his knees and Nikolai came behind him and kissed his neck.

They’d arrived in Cammadan, in Dovetail. Navigating the river into the dug out lakeside port had at least been a challenge but Lefty already felt like the city was cutting off his air. He needed to see the south sea, breathe it in, and bathe in it.

“Dress uniform,” Eric said walking into his cabin. Lefty raised an eyebrow at him.

“For you and Raymond, certainly,” he shrugged. “I’ll stay here.”

“Lefty,” Eric met his eyes. “Please, I need you for this. I have no idea what I’m doing.” Lefty smirked.

“Are you asking for help, wooing, little brother?” He sat up.

“No,” Eric said flatly. “I’m asking you to put on the damn uniform and stand next to me.”

“The secret,” Lefty grinned, “is to listen. Pay attention, make her feel as if she’s the only woman in the world. That you would die for her.”

“Annalise is a queen not a tavern wench,” Eric said with a sigh, “and she needs a husband not an orgasm.”

“Dunno,” Lefty said with a shrug, “thinking how frustrated Elana gets and how frosty your other brother is, she might need both.” Eric stared at him placidly.

“Are you done?” Eric raised an eyebrow. Lefty shrugged and stood up. “Don’t disrespect Elana that way, first of all, and second of all, if you really plan to seduce the Dugarry girl, you’d at least better try to look your best.” Lefty laughed and Eric turned to leave.

“Eric,” he said and his brother stopped. “It’s going to be fine.” Eric smiled softly, and nodded.

Lefty dressed and came above board quickly. He looked to the dock and saw her a froze. A daughter of Tumona, undeniably, her dark curly hair pulled off her face in a knot, dressed in a simple blue gown, standing beside a handsome white man with red hair who’d made her laugh.

That must be her. Eric’s queen. And Lefty wanted her, more damned him.

He’d never been happier to be wrong. Not that it changed much. No matter how much he wanted Duchess Marina SanPierre he couldn’t have her. But at least he wouldn’t have to watch her with his brother, wed him, bear his children.

At the ball that night he watched her, twinkling and flirting, her white gold gown revealing her neck and shoulders. Goddess, he wanted to kiss that neck, strip the gown off her and run his hands over her body and make her coo and sigh, melt into him and beg.

Two guards watched her every move, Dugarry, with some kind of leery protectiveness, and another, dark haired and soft looking with a sort of pained longing. She’d argued with him earlier, on the balcony and it had been subtle but he’d noticed.

He’d managed some conversation, perhaps even to flirt, but when her bright brown eyes fixed on him, in a sort of confusion he felt himself shrink. Her confusion was kinder than disgust, but she surely knew who he was and considered him well beneath her notice. Even if she weren’t the single most beautiful woman he’d ever lain eyes on, she was a duchess. He was the spawn of a ferryman and a whore.

After the ball he made his way back to the apartment where they’d put him, Eric and Raymond. Raymond was sitting on the balcony his feet kicked up.

“So,” Lefty leaned against the door, “what do we think?” Raymond looked at him sardonically, resembling his sister more than made Lefty comfortable.

“The queen is hiding something,” Raymond said. Lefty nodded, he’d gotten that sense too. Annalise had been friendly, but was clearly keeping Eric at arm’s length. Raymond eyed him. “The Duchess was involved with one of the guards but it apparently has ended.”

“Tristan Dugarry?” Lefty tried. Raymond shook his head.

“The name being gossiped about was Santino,” Raymond shrugged, “Dugarry is with the queen, apparently.” That was a complication.

“Do you think that’s the secret?” Lefty said. “She has a lover?” Raymond shrugged again. “Eric won’t like that.”

“No,” Raymond agreed, “he won’t.” He looked down. “What else do you want to know about her?” Lefty grinned at his friend.

“What else were you able to find out?” He asked. He wanted to know everything about her.

He’d made her laugh, when he’d asked to kiss her, she hadn’t said no, he watched her, something was happening with Dugarry, but he wasn’t sure what, and now, she was asking to dance with him, and flirting and gods, he wanted her so badly.

“Were I to compare the light I’ve seen in your eyes to the stars,” he whispered seductively, “the stars would be found woefully in adequate,” Marina swallowed and met his eyes. He wasn’t exaggerating, she was so bright, so stunning, he lips curved up into a smile, and she burst into a laugh. He blushed.

“And this works with most girls?” She said incredulously. He smirked.

“Yes,” he admitted, “but as I said, I’ve never been with a politician.” She paused then and leaned close. Too close, so close. Rana save him, let him have this, even if it was only this, as she kissed him. “Well then, perhaps I should stick to the stars,” he managed to mutter when they parted. She giggled again and kissed him again. He gathered her into his arms. It was enough, this moment, it would be enough, he swore.

She could never be his. He knew this. But he could have this moment with her, innocent, perfect.

She’d been standing on the dock like one of the Glora and he’d brought her on board, below decks, to his cabin.

“Have you had a lot of girls here?” She asked. Her voice light and teasing. But something was wrong, her eyes were heavy, the light sharp.

“Here,” he said, “you’d be the first.” She smiled and settled on the bed. “You seem preoccupied.”

“Distract me then,” Marina said. A challenge. He crawled on top of her and kissed her deeply.

“I’m in deeper trouble with you than I’ve ever been in my life,” he admitted.

“I’ve known this kind of trouble before,” she whispered back. “It’s the other thing for me.” They kissed again hard. “Be patient with me?”

“Forever,” he cooed. She nodded and they kissed more, hard, fevered, “Marina,” he said as he slid his hands over her thighs. The heat between them rose, unbearable, but also impossible to resist.

“Love me, please,” she whimpered. They kept kissing. “Love me, touch me, I need you.” It was too much.

“I do love you,” he whispered, “forever, I need you, love you.” It was a vow, he realized. There was no one and nothing else, just Marina.

“How tedious,” Brayton Dovetail smirked pushing him aside. Damian felt himself choking as the shadow consumed him. A laugh, distant, female, soft, and then sharp, like a needle.

“Who do you think you are Damian Lestoff?” The Dark Lady appeared before him. “To stand in the way of those that I ordained be together.” He gasped.

“I love her,” he whispered. “She chose,” Amina laughed.

“You can do nothing for her,” she said, “even now, she dreams of leaving you for another of mine.” He swallowed. “You cannot protect her from her destiny.” He fell back and light bloomed in front of him.

“Don’t let go of my hand, Dami,” his mother’s voice said. “Don’t you dare.”

He jolted awake and Marina was sitting beside him and wiped his forehead.

“Hello my love,” he whispered. She smiled softly. Already she dreams of another one of mine, he wanted to hold her close, to shelter her. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t hold her back, even if it destroyed him.

Marina was lounging, naked in the apartment in Rastan. He looked at her as he rose to get dressed. His relief these past few weeks at being near her again was starting to subside and he was starting to notice her. How she’d changed and how she hadn’t. She’d grown more beautiful, her body softening into irresistible curves and the light in her eyes playful and sharp. Her shyness was almost completely gone, though he watched her deploy it strategically with Rastani courtiers, and even with the royal family. When he’d first fallen in love with her he’d seen that side of her, political, intelligent, cunning. And yet it was still tempered by her unending kindness, that light of compassion that lit everything she did.

“You don’t have to go yet,” Marina whispered. He looked at her and smiled.

“You have to get ready,” he said sadly. “Raniere is waiting.” She sighed and played with the cover.

“You’re upset about it,” she said. “That I like him.” He sighed and sat with her.

“I never expected you to not like him,” he said, “I don’t like this. You’re not safe. I hate that Brayton is always watching you, that you ever have to see him, and I hate how he looks at you.” Her smiled curled, cat like, a little devious.

“And how does he look at me?” She asked.

“Like he wants you,” Lefty sighed. “Which he does.” She shrugged. “That doesn’t bother you.”

“Most men want me,” she said, “I’m used to it.” It wasn’t arrogance, he realized or even confidence, just fact. “They look at me, and they want my body, my beauty, my magic, my position,” he sat down and pushed her hair off her face. “Even you, my love.”

“Of course I want you,” he said, “I’ve wanted almost nothing else since I saw you for the first time.” She smiled. “It isn’t the same, I love you.”

“What if I told you I’d never lift a finger to help Pharras?” She said softly, “or my power threatened Kat? Or I’d been a good little girl and married Kieran Franz to ease the way for Annalise and Eric?” He drew back. “You wouldn’t love me then, but I bet you’d still want me.”

“I’d still love you,” he whispered. “That’s never changing, Rina, you could never do anything to make me stop loving you.” She kissed him again and pulled him close. “Marina,” he groaned. “Raniere will be waiting, Brayton,” she kissed him deeply.

“Let him wait,” she mumbled, “let Brayton tear his hair out trying to figure out where I am. I’m with you, this is us, nothing can touch us.”

He stared dumbfounded at the spot in the ice garden. Gone, simply gone, as if they hadn’t been here at all. He’d been so close, he should have struck, should have killed them, should have saved her.

She’ll never be safe with you, a voice in his mind, the one that had haunted for years, who are you to protect her? If you’d let her be she’d have been safe, her queen, her witch, they would have protected her.

“Lefty,” Eric was calling through his stupor, “Lefty,” he turned to his brother, “come on, we have to make decisions.” He stared straight at him.

“You do whatever you must,” he marched past him to his room and began packing. Carolina tried to calm him down, it didn’t work, but he heaved his sack onto his shoulders. He would prepare the ship, let the rest of them dither. Nika and Annalise would know what to do, he had to keep her safe, it was all he could do.

“Where is she?” Raniere’s voice was sharp, as he blocked him in the hallway. Lefty sneered at the king. “She did not simply disappear.”

“She did actually,” Lefty bit back. “With your advisor, in fact.” He laughed darkly. “Are you so blind, Your Majesty?” Raniere blinked at him.

“She wouldn’t,” he said, “he wouldn’t. I trust Braga with my life, and Marina.” Lefty barked out a laugh.

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought,” he muttered, “Brayton Dovetail has been spilling poison in your ear, and now he’s taken her.” Raniere stared at him.

“I have tolerated your presence in my home, and the disruption of it,” Raniere said, “because of my brother and sister’s fondness for you, but I will not tolerate,” Lefty stepped closer.

“Tolerate it or not, Your majesty,” he hissed, “I am going to find the woman I love and bring her home.”

“The woman you love,” Raniere said. Lefty glared at him.

“You’re blind, Raniere, and I will not waste a minute I could be helping her forcing you to see,” he shouted. “He tricked you, and lured her here with an offer she could not refuse for the sake of her home.” Raniere glared at him. The fight continued, but he wasn’t speaking rationally, he needed to get to her.

He sat by her bedside as she thrashed and screamed. He wanted to touch her, hold her comfort her.

“If she comes back from this,” Nika said gently appearing in the door, “it will be because you’re here.” He looked at her.

“I tried a million times these past four years to hate you,” he whispered. She smiled. “But from her letters she seemed so happy.” She exhaled.

“She wasn’t,” Nika whispered. “She ached for you every minute. She tried to hide it, I tried to ignore it.” She looked at her. “She loved me as much as she could, but her heart ceased being her own a long time ago.” He exhaled. “She won’t ever give Tristan up.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“I couldn’t accept it,” Nika said, “you were different, but him.” She looked down. “I don’t know, it seems silly right now.” He inhaled. “What will you do about the child?” He pressed his hands together and leaned his face into them.

“When my mother died,” he whispered, “and my father married Aimee, I became hers, because she loved my father and so she loved me.” Nika nodded. “I love Marina, the child will be hers, so I will love the child.” It was that simple.

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Interlude: The Parting Of The Ways

Olivia

She groaned in pleasure as Anton finished and the collapsed against her. She giggled as he rolled over and exhaled and looked at her.

“Gods, that was wonderful,” he said. She smiled and rolled onto her stomach and kissed him.

“It really was,” she said and stood up.

“Are you going somewhere?” He said. She looked over her shoulder at him, and went to the table and poured a glass of wine. “Get me one too.” She smirked and poured another and walked back to bed and handed it to him. “You should move in here.”

“My father would love that,” she said and kissed him. “He’s already taken to grumbling about this whole situation whenever it comes up.” Anton smirked.

“Does it come up often?” He asked. “Or just when he does ridiculous things like try to marry you off to Caleb Pantona?” She laughed.

“Caleb isn’t so bad,” she shook her head, Anton kissed the spot between her shoulder and neck. “Tom wrote me,” Anton pulled back.

“Did he?” He said. She nodded. “And what did he have to say?” She looked at him.

“He was promoted,” she said. Anton nodded.

“Livvie, not to denigrate what I’m sure was a fantastic letter, but you do realize that I am the Crown Prince, and I was present, when the decision to promote Tom was made?” He teased. “He’ll be a fantastic Commander, probably general someday.”

“It means more money,” she said, he nodded, “And a house on palace grounds. So he’s asked me to marry him,” Anton rolled onto his side and looked at her, “I’m saying yes.”

“Alright,” Anton said. “May I ask why?” She frowned.

“I love him,” Olivia said. He smirked. “People do fall in love, Anton. Tom and I have.”

“Maybe I’m in love with you,” he said. She barked a laugh. “It’s not a ridiculous notion. You’ve been my mistress for a year.”

“It is a ridiculous notion,” she said, “you’re asking me now because you’re jealous, not because you want to, you’ve had a year to ask.” He looked at her. “I have to marry, Anton,” he pushed her hair off her face. “This has been fun, really, but,” he kissed her.

“You sound like my mother,” he whispered, “you’re having your fun, but you must get serious at some point, Anton,” she looked up at him. “I don’t see why you marrying Tom means we have to end things.” She pushed him off.

“You don’t mean that,” she said. “It would kill him.” He sighed. “He loves you, he’d die for you.”

“And you love him,” Anton said, “and I love you, even if you don’t believe me,” she looked at him. “Seems like we all love the wrong person, Livvie.” She frowned at that. She and Tom never discussed it. What his feelings for Anton were. If they were anything beyond friendship, she was afraid to ask. But she couldn’t explain what being in love was like to someone who wasn’t, who hadn’t been. Her mind was constantly occupied by Tom, even when he was away, even during her nights with Anton. And when he was near, it took everything in her to not touch him, not talk to him.

She never felt that way with Anton. She loved their time together, the sex was mind blowing, but it wasn’t the same feeling at all.

“Why?” He asked. Olivia looked at him. “You said you have to marry. Why?” She looked at him.

“I don’t want to live with my father forever,” she frowned. Anton took her hand and kissed it.

“I’ve offered you a way out of that,” he pointed out. She smiled.

“I want children,” she said. Anton sat back. “And there it is.” He exhaled.

“I could give you children,” he said.

“Not without marriage,” she said, with a raise of her shoulder. “I won’t end up like Allison Bettencourt, shuffled off to some country retreat because ‘Dovetail bastards aren’t kept in the capital.'” He frowned. It had been a long time since they had discussed his father’s former mistress, a girl not much older than them, who’d fallen pregnant and subsequently been banished from court. Olivia had been disturbed by the whole episode, and Anton had spent a lot of time reassuring her that she had nothing to fear, he’d never let such a thing happen to her.

“I’m not my father, Livvie,” he whispered. She looked at him.

“No,” she said, “you aren’t.” He looked at her. “I understand if you never want to get married, Anton,” she whispered. “I can’t imagine looking at your parents it seems particularly appealing,” he nodded, “but in that case, you should spend more time with your cousin.” He groaned.

“Brayton is not the answer to this problem,” he shook his head. Olivia shrugged and pulled a robe on.

“He’s next in line after you,” she said, “if you’re not going to marry and have children, he’ll be king eventually.”

“Gods,” Anton muttered, “that’s troubling.” She laughed. “If this is a ploy to get me to marry you, it might work.” She sighed.

“It is not a ploy,” she kissed him softly. “I don’t want to marry you. I wouldn’t mind it, but I love Tom.” She pressed her forehead to his. “I think I’ll do better at Madame Martin than I would as Queen Olivia.”

“So this is goodbye, then?” Anton asked. Olivia nodded. He stood up and went and pulled a rope, that she knew called a servant or guard.

“What are you doing?” She giggled.

“You rang?” John Dugarry walked in. “Cornan save me, Anton please cover yourself. Hello Livvie.”

“Hello,” she giggled.

“Lady Olivia and require something very luxurious to eat, and some of that sparkling wine from Brightcoast,” Anton said. John sighed loudly.

“I’m not your butler, get your own damn wine,” he said. “And you should both know that toasting her engagement right after whatever you two just did is in terrible taste.”

“Oh, John, you don’t mean that,” Olivia pouted. He looked at her. “How did you know?”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes. Anton had pulled pants on. “Tom has been asking me for months what I thought your answer would be.” Olivia looked at her friend.

“Really?” She blushed. Anton sighed. “Oh you’ll find someone else, stop being dramatic.”

“I won’t like her nearly as much,” Anton shook his head. “John, I was serious about the wine.”

“Anton, I was serious about not getting it,” John smirked.

“And what about you?” Olivia asked sitting down with him. “Are you going to Dorin soon?”

“Sometime this year,” John said. “My father is eager for the business to be done so he can wash his hands of Dumanis. He doesn’t trust him.”

“With good reason,” Anton shook his head, “Carlton Dumanis is merciless, my father calls him a thug in a velvet jacket.” John shrugged.

“Unless his daughter is also heartless, I doubt I’ll be through with him for most of my life,” John shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine.

Twelve Years Later

“I was so worried,” Olivia said opening the kitchen door and letting Anton in. He was holding Annalise against his hip, her little head leaned against his shoulder as she slumbered, “oh darling thing,” she whispered and took her. “Where is Marie?”

“We got separated,” Anton said, his voice cracking. Olivia looked at him. “I’m just telling myself that he wouldn’t hurt her, it’s the only thing keeping me sane.” Annalise stirred.

“I’ll send word to Trey first thing, he’ll find her,” Olivia said as they walked upstairs. Annalise stirred and woke up, her wide grey eyes stared into hers.

“Papa? Where’s Mama?” She asked. Anton cupped her face.

“She’ll be here soon, my love,” he whispered.

“For now let me take you to the nursery and you can sleep with Viscount Aaron,” Olivia said. The Princess stretched and yawned. “Sleep well, dearest,” Olivia kissed her. She hated this separation for Marie and Annalise. The idea of even a few nights away from Aaron made her feel itchy.

“Thank you,” Annalise said, “where’s Thena?”

“In Dovetail,” Olivia said softly, “looking after Mama.”

“Good,” Annalise said before snuggling and falling back to sleep. Olivia went downstairs and saw Anton sitting with Caleb.

“Did she fall back to sleep?” Anton asked. Olivia nodded.

“She asked for Athena,” Olivia sighed. Anton nodded.

“Are the Dugarrys coming?” Caleb asked.

“Not until we get Marie out,” Anton shook his head. “Alexia won’t leave her and John won’t leave Alexia and the twins,” he sighed. “Tristan is frightfully serious for a little one and Athena barely leaves Annalise’s side, I don’t think the separation will be good for anyone.”

“What about Anne and Les?” Caleb asked. “Last I heard they were leaving, but surely Marina’s a useful hostage, he would have tried to hold them back.”

“They got to Brightcoast,” Anton sighed. “Thank the gods. Marina can’t even crawl yet, I’m sure it was slow going.” Olivia smiled. “I shouldn’t have left the city.”

“She’ll be safe,” Caleb said. “You’re right that Brayton won’t see her harmed. Locked away maybe, but between John, Alexia and Trey we can work with that.” Anton nodded. Olivia always wondered what her former lover and her husband thought of each other. They hadn’t really ever been friends. But Marie and her brother adored Caleb, which covered a large swath of awkwardness. “Your son is growing well.” Anton snorted a laugh.

“Don’t even joke about it,” Olivia shook her head. Caleb looked at her indulgently. “They’ll use it against Annalise.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Anton said, “even if Aaron were my son, which is obviously impossible, Annalise is my child, born with my wife, she’d be ahead of him in line.”

“She’s a girl,” Olivia said. “And half Phanian. If anyone were to take it seriously that Aaron might be your son,” she exhaled, “it’s been enough this time.”

“None of this is your fault, Livvie,” Anton said. She looked at him.

“We were reckless,” she said. “I was,” she picked at her skirt.

“That’s your father talking,” Caleb said. She looked at him. Reckless little slut, she could still hear him yelling, feel the sting of a paddle or whip or belt. “This will all pass, Olivia. Aaron won’t be a weapon.” She smiled at her husband, always knowing what to say.

“I know you won’t sleep, Anton,” Olivia said softly, “but you should try.” He nodded and left the room. “Something terrible is going to happen.”

“It’s already happened,” Caleb said, “we’ll find Marie, Olivia, I swear it.”

Six Months Later

“Olivia,” Caleb walked into the nursery where she was stroking the sleeping Annalise’s head. “Everyone’s here, we have to talk about it.”

“We can’t send her away,” Olivia whispered. He kissed her head gently. “She’s his.”

“I know, my love,” he said softly. “But it’s not only up to us.” She stood up and walked down to the study. Tom and Alexia and John were sitting waiting. Les and Anne had just arrived, Anne holding baby Marina in her arms.

“Livvie,” Tom whispered and she ran to him. Maybe it was wrong, Caleb was right here, but she wanted to hold him. Only he would understand. “I’m so sorry, my dearest.”

“Me too,” she whispered. “She’s staying here.”

“Just like that?” John said. “It’s an awfully final decision to make.” Olivia stared daggers at her old friend. “We all lost them, Livvie, not just you.” She suddenly felt terribly guilty, why did John have to see everything so clearly?

“Anton and Marie are buried here,” Les whispered, “that matters.” Anne squeezed her husband’s hand. “And Brayton trusts Caleb, or at least doesn’t distrust him.”

“What about your cousin?” Alexia asked. Les looked at her and inhaled.

“Elana has offered us safety,” he shrugged, “and I’ve written two letters. One accepting her, and the other saying that Annalise disappeared with Anselm.” Anne frowned.

“We don’t necessarily trust her, or Daniel,” Anne explained. “Especially since Cyrus has been failing, and the little prince died.”

“Not Aimee’s son?” Alexia asked.

“No, Elana and Daniel’s,” Anne said gently. “Stillborn, poor thing. Eric is thriving, which is almost more worrying.”

“They’ll want a betrothal,” John said. “Especially if she’s living there.” Alexia snorted derisively. “Oh, do you have an opinion on it, Lexi? Please enlighten us, you’ve never mentioned it!” Olivia almost wanted to smile, she knew it was grief and exhaustion fueling John’s mood but at least he was acting like himself. That was a comfort.

“Children shouldn’t be pawns in power games,” she said sharply to her husband. He looked at her. “We got lucky. Annalise and Eric may not.”

“Don’t let your father or Trey hear you talking that way,” Tom said. “They’re already cataloguing Athena’s dowry.” Alexia glared at him. “Annalise is already half Phanian and in hiding. I don’t think that being raised out of the country will help matters.” He lifted her face. “You want her?”

“Of course,” she whispered. He smiled gently at her. “She’s Anton’s daughter.” He nodded and looked at Caleb.

“Anything,” Caleb whispered. “Anything she wants.”

Olivia lay in bed that night crying softly. She had every night for a week. Caleb came in and sat down.

“Olivia,” he whispered, “you know I’ve never questioned you,” she rolled over. “I swore I never would,” she looked at him.

“Do you doubt me?” She whispered. He cupped her face.

“Maybe your heart, a little,” he whispered, “I’m not a saint, my love.” She smiled. “I’ve never doubted your faithfulness, and I’m not jealous by nature,” he trailed off.

“I loved Anton,” she said, “he was my dearest friend,” Caleb nodded. “And when we were together it was, well, it was like living in constant sunshine.” She kissed him. “But we weren’t in love, it wasn’t like that, between us. Nothing like this, like us,” he smiled. “But she’s Anton’s, she’s a part of him and I can’t have lost all of him, Caleb, I just can’t.” He nodded and kissed her again.

“Alright,” he said. “She’s ours then.” She smiled. “She’ll need a new name.”

“And a story,” she whispered. He nodded. “Is she yours?” He laughed.

“Years of you being unfaithful and suddenly I had a Phanian mistress?” He said. She smiled. “There’s a war, Olivia, there are plenty of orphans and everyone knows we wanted more children, an adoption wouldn’t be that strange.” She nodded. “It will be hard on Aaron.”

“To have a sister?” Olivia asked and snuggled into him.

“To have a secret,” Caleb whispered. She nodded.

“It is a little selfish of me,” Olivia whispered, “maybe Brightcoast would be better. Les is her uncle.” Caleb exhaled.

“That’s too dangerous,” he whispered. “She and Marina together,” Olivia exhaled. He was probably right about that. Caleb’s mind turned that way, it was remarkable, he always saw four steps ahead of her, and she usually saw six steps ahead of everyone else. “No, here is right, even with the bonus that it will make you happy.” She looked at him.

“I might still have another,” she said softly. He looked at hver.

“After Joseph,” he said softly, “I don’t know that I can do it again, Olivia.” She looked at him. “I love you, and we can keep trying, if you really want to, but,” he closed his eyes. “We don’t need it.”

“Poor Joseph,” she whispered, she’d at least gotten to hold him. Which was somehow better and worse than the miscarriages. He’d come too soon, he was too small, he could barely breathe. And she’d held him until he stopped. And then Caleb had held her. Had let her cry and scream and curse the gods, and then he’d wrapped their little boy in satin, and let her look away while they put him in the ground. But Caleb hadn’t looked away, hadn’t blinked, hadn’t faltered.

He never did.

“Lisette,” he whispered. Olivia looked at him. “Her name.”

“That came quickly,” she smiled.

“It was the one I had in mind,” he admitted, “if Joseph had been a girl,” he drifted off. “It’s like a part of Annalise, I thought it would be nice, to honor her,” she looked at him. The depths of this man.

“Lisette then,” she said. “She’s ours.” Caleb nodded.

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Interlude: The Ice Maiden

Rila

“I won’t,” Rila stamped her foot, her father’s cool blue eyes stared back at her. She was sixteen, and felt like a child. 

“I am your father and king,” he said simply, “you will do as you are bid, daughter. Alcott has done me a great service and I will reward him.” Her nostrils flared. Her father had sold her, and everyone knew it. A loveless marriage was expected, she was Princess and marriage for alliance was normal but Lord Alcott was twice her age and notorious for his rapacious appetite for drink and women. 

“Father, maybe it can wait?”  Raniere, her oldest brother spoke up, Rila stared at him. “Rila is still so young. And Alcott has,” he swallowed, “specific tastes.” Rila looked at him. 

“This is not a conversation,” he said and stormed out. She sat on the couch and inhaled deeply. She wouldn’t cry. She simply wouldn’t. 

“I’ll fix this Rila,” Raniere said. She looked at him. 

“How?” She asked. “He’s made up his mind.” Raniere sighed. “Mama would have been able to talk him out of it, maybe. But it’s done.” 

“Rila,” Nikolai, her other brother said gently. She stared at both boys, her eyes burning with hatred. Nikolai cycled through his lovers with little thought. Raniere was going to have his choice of bride as a future king, and that didn’t stop him from more discrete liaisons with women at court.

It wasn’t fair and their pity was infuriating. 

“I’ll say just that,” Raniere assured her, “that Mama would never want to see you married to someone who would take you away. He knows Alcott rarely comes to court, stays up North with his hunting and his,” she bit her lip, “well, that’s not the point.”

“His women?” She said. “That’s what you were going to say. How is that different from any of you?”

“Well, I don’t have any women, to start with,” Nicky smirked.

“You and your boys then,” she scoffed.

“You aren’t helping, Nicky,” Raniere said. “I know it isn’t fair Rila, but I want to help.” She frowned at him.

“If what just happened is a display of your help, Raniere, you can keep it,” she said and stormed out of the room.

Rila lay in bed on her wedding night. Her husband had already come and gone, had his pleasure, and stumbled out into the night. For the first time in this whole ordeal she let herself cry. This was her life now, she realized, stuck in this stupid cold house, with a man who didn’t really want her at all, away from anything fun, or lively or interesting. 

In the morning she dressed and went to do what wealthy wives did, which was as far as she knew, write letters to people actually doing anything.

Rila,

Nicky says you’ll be lonely and so I wrote this note for you.

I miss you already and I want to see you soon

Mikail

She laughed, thinking of her sweet little brother, she flipped the note over and saw another one from Nikolai.

There’s one for every day of the year from one of us. Come back whenever you can, love.

-N

She smiled. 

1 year Later

Being back at court hadn’t settled her like she thought it would, though it improved things a little bit. She was worried, watching her youngest brothers, they seemed somewhat wild.

“Come on,” Nicky said one afternoon as she sat in her room reading. 

“Where?” She said. 

“Prince Eric arrived today,” he grinned. She looked at him. 

“Eric and his friends aren’t interested in me, they never were,” she went back to her reading. “Is that bear Kristoff wants to send to Princess Karina old enough?”

“You’re not fun anymore,” Nicky exhaled. She arched an eyebrow at him. “And yes, he’s very excited about the damn bear,” he plopped down next to her. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with Ash now that they’re here.”

“I thought you were in love,” she laughed and he flopped against her lap.

“Well,” he said, “I am, but now Lefty’s back, and I know you’ve decided that sex is worthless, and given your marriage I fully understand why,” he exhaled, “but let me tell you something, darling sister, it can be spectacular.” She looked at him.

“How do you know he’ll want you, hm?” She teased.

“He always has before,” he said, “Come on, come say hello. They might even cheer you up. And now that you’re married and no longer a threat, Eric might finally be interested.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, I’ll come,” she said and stood up. Since she’d decided to come back to court, Nicky had been pushing her to start taking lovers. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t imagine the distasteful act her husband performed on her every few months was at all worth the risk to her reputation and body. 

She was so very wrong, she gasped as Damian Lestoff kissed her neck and moved his hands under her skirts and up her thighs.

“Nicky’s going to be devastated,” she teased, pulling away. Lefty smirked at her. 

“I think he’ll survive,” he said, “where have you been, might I ask?” She kissed him again.

“What do you mean?” She asked. He shrugged. “You were too busy being dazzled by my brother to notice me, that doesn’t mean I was hiding.” He grinned and pushed her back into the bedroom and onto her bed, “Besides, I was a bashful maiden.”

“True,” he said, “I’ve never much cared for deflowering, messy business,” she giggled. “And now, you’re an experienced married lady,” he whispered, “and I am absolutely enchanted, Princess.” She blushed looking up at him, his amber eyes full of lust and adoration. No one had every looked at her like that before.

“Lefty,” she mumbled and he made love to her. After she giggled and stretched. 

“What do you have to drink?” He said, scratching his head and standing up. She looked at him.

“There’s some wine,” she said, “and tea, I think, though it’s cold now.”

“Hm,” he nodded, “no armis then?” She gaped at him.

“I’m not a dock worker, so no,” she said. He smirked and kissed her.

“My mistake,” he teased. She giggled. “You’re really lovely, Rila,” he whispered. She exhaled. “What’s your husband like, why haven’t I met him?” 

“Lord Alcott doesn’t care for court,” she said with a cynical shrug she didn’t quite feel to her bones. “Or me.”

“Impossible,” Lefty whispered and kissed her neck. 

“He married me to be a trophy against my father,” she sighed, “he won’t even give me children.” He kissed her. “Aside from the fact that he’s old and drunk and fat and thoroughly beneath me.”

“We are all thoroughly beneath you,” he teased, pulling her in a straddle onto his lap. “I cannot, in fact, think of a more appealing position.” She laughed and then gasped as she began to ride him. Maybe Nicky had been right, sex was worth it. 

Lefty wasn’t her last lover, it became something of a habit, indulging the same way that her brothers did. She occasionally received letters about her “humiliating behavior” from Alcott, but he never came, so she never worried. 

But her father’s health was declining and the whispers were impossible to ignore. And eventually he’d stopped seeing her, which was a dagger through her heart.

2 years later

“Rila,” Raniere stopped her one day as she passed her father’s rooms. She looked at him. “I wanted to speak to you.” She swallowed. “When he dies,” she shook her head.

“We don’t need to do this,” she said. He looked at her.

“When he dies, which seems imminent,” he whispered, “I’m annulling your marriage.” She blinked at him.

“What?” She whispered. He shrugged. “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t stop it,” he said, “but I can fix it.” She nodded and started crying. “Sweet one,” he said pulling her close. “I know how hard it’s been on you.” She nodded. “Do you want to see him?”

“Is he up to it?” She asked. Raniere nodded and she walked into the bedroom. “Hello Papa.”

“Hello little Rila,” he said. She glanced at the man standing in the corner. “Master Braga, have you met my daughter yet?”

“I haven’t yet had the honor,” he smiled. His voice was soft and gentle, somehow warm and invigorating, like a summer breeze. “Your Highness.”

“Master Braga is a healer,” Raniere explained. Rila nodded. “As you can see he’s working miracles for us.”

“I’m glad of it,” Rila said. Her father cupped her cheek. “We’ve all been so worried, Papa.”

“I know this,” he said softly. “Your brother tells me hourly.” She laughed. “You came home for the little ones?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “though they’ll fight like beasts if you call them little.” He smiled. 

“Your Majesty, you should rest more,” Braga said. Rila smiled and nodded walking out and wiping her eyes. 

That night at dinner Rila was dignified and quiet, not sure why her mind felt oddly clouded and dark, despite the respite of having seen her father hale and happy, if bedridden earlier. Her eyes and mind kept drifting to the Cammadie healer, seated beside Raniere, his dark hair clean and combed back, and his grey eyes fixed on her.

She stepped out into the ice garden holding a lantern and wandered, ending up in The Glen of The Maidens. Seven girls sculpted of ice positioned as if they were dancing.

“They are lovely, aren’t they?” She stopped seeing Braga beside her, as if he’d materialized out of thin air. “Rastan’s ice maidens.” She nodded, drawn in by his voice again

“I used to wish on them,” she said, “that’s what they taught us. You ask them for things,” he smiled gently.

“And what sorts of things did a princess have to wish for?” He said. She closed her eyes.

“I wanted to be like a storybook princess, not a real one,” she whispered. “Fall in love and live happily ever after.”

“And this has been denied you,” he said, “I quite understand.” She looked at him. “I was denied my hearts desire when I was young.” She swallowed and kissed him, not sure where the impulse came from, just knowing she must. “Are you sure, Princess?” She nodded.

A month later it was clear that whatever was between her and Braga was somewhat permanent. He had basically moved into her rooms and he was a particularly attentive lover. One night after she lay with her head against his chest.

“Braga,” she whispered.

“Yes Princess,” he whispered.

“Who were you, before you came to us?” She whispered. He laughed.

“No one of consequence,” he said, “my father was a drunk who beat my mother, and denied me the chance to become what I should have been.” She looked at him. “Despite that I learned what I could, and then I came here.” She nodded.

“You said once you were denied your heart’s desire,” she said. He stroked her hair. “What did you mean?”

“I loved a woman once,” he said, “she was beautiful, I would have given her the world,” he exhaled, “but she chose another, someone I should have been able to trust, but never did,” she looked at him.

“What happened to her?” She asked. He kissed her gently.

“She died,” he said, “him too.” She rested her chin against his chest.

“Raniere says when my father dies he’ll annul my marriage,” she whispered. Braga smiled at her.

“Why do you think I would want this information?” He teased. She giggled. “I am not worthy of you Princess.”

“That’s up to me,” she said, “I won’t let them sell me again.” He pushed her hair off her face. “Would you?”

“I’d be honored,” he whispered. She smiled and snuggled close.

She was standing outside of the throne room, holding back from crying. She wouldn’t cry. What Lefty was saying, it couldn’t be true. Raniere was sitting, crumpled on the dais and that merchant bitch was talking to him.

“You’re lying,” she hissed at Lefty. He sighed.

“Rila,” he whispered, Nikolai was staring at the floor.

“She did something to him,” she sharpened her voice, made it steel, “the same as she did Raniere, and you, some spell. She’s controlling him, I don’t know why, but that has to be it.” The pity on Lefty’s face was gone.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you spoiled little bitch,” he growled. “I know it killed you that all of a sudden I wasn’t on your leash any more but the rest of us grew up.”

“Lefty,” Nikolai cautioned.

“No,” Rila said, “let him talk. Do you know how desperate I was to take you on? The common son of a whore and my brother’s cast off?” Lefty snorted. “I let you in my bed when you’re not even fit to tie my boots and you threw it away. Braga loves me, we’re going to be married.”

“This is news,” Nicky said, “is that why Alcott’s here?” Rila glared at him. She was sure her husband was answering some summons. That Raniere was keeping his promise. She’d be free. She was going to marry Braga, she was going to have his children, his beautiful, grey eyed, magical children.

“I’m sure he told you so,” Tristan Dugarry said, his voice even. The Commander hadn’t talked much, she realized, in the months that he’d been here, and his cool placid face was betraying almost no emotion. “Brayton fooled a lot of people.” She blinked at him. “What reason would I have to lie to you, Princess? I’ve known the man every day of my life, I stared into his eyes the day his agents killed my parents, bowed to him when I knew I was abandoning Marina to his mercy when I was seventeen, and guarded him in his cell in Dovetail while Annalise held him prisoner.” She swallowed. “I saw plenty of other girls like you too, beautiful, vital and bewitched by him.” Her lip quivered. “So many would be Queens of Cammadan, left hollow when he grew bored.”

“He had a great love,” she said. The Commander nodded “He told me, but she died.”

“All his lies hold some truth,” he said. “She chose another?” Rila nodded. “He didn’t mention her name though, Marie, or the stabbing her in the gut part, I’m just guessing.” She exhaled and shook her head. “I’m sorry for you Princess, I am, this is going to be difficult for you, but then again, he is going to take Marina wherever they went and rape her until she’s pregnant with his child.” She closed her eyes. “He’s going to hollow out her soul and turn her into a shadow who will kill her friends and family, which at this point includes your brother, probably, and then the boy, it’s a boy by the way, she had a vision of that months ago,” he exhaled, “he’s going to open the gates of hell.”

“Enough, Tristan,” Lefty said. Dugarry shrugged. Like it was nothing to him. Like she was nothing.

“We’re going,” Carolina Dugarry walked in. Her husband rushed to her side and she kissed him softly. Rila swallowed and looked at Lefty who seemed unperturbed. But Lady Dugarry was his lover, it had been made clear. The other woman looked at Rila as if she sensed the confusion, “I am sorry if our deception caused trouble for you Princess.” Rila looked at her mouth agape. She’d seen nothing but a shallow merchant girl a few hours ago, maybe looking to get a bit above herself. The silly flirt who’d taken Lefty from her, but that wasn’t who was standing in front of her at all. This woman was serious and assured and impatient.

“Alex?” Tristan said. Caro sighed with a shrug. “We won’t have time to stop with my grandfather.”

“We don’t need to stop in Dorin,” Lefty shook his head, “The Glora can navigate through the river right to Dovetail.” Rila stared at him. “I made sure she was the right size when she was designed. I always knew I’d have to get her back there.”

“What about your crew?” Nicky asked.

“Anyone who wants to come can, the others can leave with Eric,” he shrugged. “I know you’re not much of a sailor, Dugarry but, she can handle with just two or three,” Tristan nodded. “Excuse me.” He left the room and Rila followed after him. “Rila, don’t.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She asked. He looked at her. “That it was that you were in love with her?” He looked over his shoulder. “I thought that,” she exhaled. “I thought that you, that I,” pity crossed his face. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Four years ago in Brightcoast, he tried to turn me into a shadow,” he whispered. “Marina saved me. Tonight it was what he used, to get her to agree to go with him.” Rila looked down. “When I walked in here and saw him at Raniere’s side, saw him with you, I couldn’t,” she nodded. “And I’m faithful to Marina, now.”

“All those years,” she asked. He looked at her and nodded. Suddenly the last few months snapped into focus.

“And now the rest of my life,” he said. “You’re free now, Rila, don’t waste it.’

Rila stared at the Cammadie Guard Captain who was kneeling before Raniere, somewhat in shock. His dark hair had grown into his eyes he was looking soulfully up at her brother. But it was the kneeling that took her by surprise. The others had been so proud, almost arrogant.

“I gave Lady Dugarry my word,” Raniere said, “whatever any of you need.”

“We are grateful, Your Majesty,” the Captain said softly. “Her Majesty most of all, that is, until Lady Marina is restored to herself.” Raniere nodded. Rila steeled her spine. Raniere was still not quite himself, Braga’s betrayal and his complete misreading of the situation with Marina had shaken him.

Brayton she scolded herself, not Braga. Braga had never existed, the quiet healer who’d soothed her father, and advised her brother and warmed her heart had been a fiction. After court broke she stopped him.

“Captain,” she said. He turned and looked at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” He smiled.

“Prior Chastain, Princess,” he said softly, with a gallant bow. Rila smiled at him then. The dark hair and pale skin and the manners were so different from the other members of Annalise’s court that she’d met. But not from any other Cammadie she’d met, the twitch in her guts came again. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“He’s dead?” She said. He blinked at her. “Brag-Brayton?”

“Yes,” he said, there was something satisfied in his voice. Of course, he was one of them. He paused and looked at her again. “He’s dead.” She should be glad. He’d lied to her, used her, even aside from his more heinous crimes. “I’m sorry.” She blinked. “He clearly meant something to you, to all of you, different from what he meant to us.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. He nodded. “Is Lady Marina alright?” He swallowed.

“She will be,” he said firmly, as if he was talking himself into it. Rila regarded him. He was handsome, almost comically so, with his drawn nose and strong chin and clear blue eyes. “Was there anything else?”

“No,” she said, “did you know him, at all? Sir Tristan said things,” she drifted off.

“No,” he shook his head, “I didn’t come to Dovetail until Annalise,” he swallowed, “until The Queen returned.” Now it was his turn to look pained. Rila understood then, who this was. Rumors of Annalise’s engagement had reached them, no official announcement, and clearly, something had changed.

“Is Captain Lestoff alright?” Her heart squeezed, “he must be very worried.” He nodded.

“He is,” he said softly. ”But better, now that she’s been found, that she’s safe. Were you close?” Rila blinked at him. “You and Lefty?”

“Once, yes,” she nodded. Was he another spy, like Carolina Dugarry? He seemed very straightforward but then again so had she. “You’ll tell him I’m sorry?” The Captain nodded. “Thank you,” she said.

Prior

He looked out over the icy harbor. His audience with Raniere had been fine, very civilized. He’d been warned, by Eric of all people, about how formal everything would be. The kneeling had been Raymond’s idea, seconded by Evan. But his encounter with Princess Rila had thrown him. She’d looked so haunted. Beautiful, those cheekbones, and that porcelain skin and white blonde hair, but drained of light.

Clearly, Brayton, or Braga, as she’d known him had been her lover. Poor thing. Gods, he missed home. He missed Annalise, he wanted her in his arms, leaning against him, talking about how insufferable these people were. Instead she was on the other side of the world, in Eric’s arms, talking about her future.

He poured himself a glass of the cold clear armis, which, considering the stuff was from here, made him less homesick. Aaron and Athena drank it like water. Evan had told him that he should see The Ice Garden. That might kill an hour. He pulled his cloak on and walked out and wandered.

The sculptures were remarkable, lifelike in so many ways, clearly shaped with a combination of magic and skill, preserved by that same magic. He reached one courtyard of a wolf, large and looming over a stag it had taken down.

“This was my father’s favorite,” the princess appeared by his side. “It’s supposed to represent our family, the great hunters.” Prior smiled at her. “But I think our instincts have dulled. And I never understood the wolf, even Kristoff who loves animals, always preferred bears.” She exhaled. “You all have crests don’t you? Carolina Dugarry wore that heinous copper pendant with the spear and bow constantly. And Raniere had something made for the Duchess.”

“The necklaces are a fashion at the moment, for betrothals, an old tradition that the Count and Countess of Pantona brought back,” he explained. The one in his pocket seemed to whirr to life, he didn’t know why he was still carrying it, “yes, we have crests. My family’s is a tower standing over a mountain.” She nodded. “He killed my father too,” she looked at him. “Brayton, he had him executed for standing up for Annalise’s parents.” She swallowed.

“I thought he loved me,” she whispered. “I thought we were going to get married, and I’d live happily ever after, it was so stupid.” He looked at her.

“I’m familiar with that brand of stupidity,” he mumbled. She tossed her long blonde hair.

“Before my father married me off to pay a debt,” she said, “he used to try to push Eric and I together.” She looked down. “He never even looked at me twice.” Prior found that hard to believe, as Eric was clearly not blind. It was likely more the bargain the two brothers had struck, if Rila had caught Lefty’s eye, the prince was honor bound to leave her be. And Eric knew another Princess didn’t matter, with Annalise waiting somewhere for him.

“My uncle wants an Allred king,” he said, “I took this mission because a part of me is still the little boy afraid of his belt.” She met his eyes.

“So you aren’t marrying her?” She asked.

“No,” he said. “Probably for the same reason Eric made himself ignore you fighting fate is exhausting.” She nodded. “Do you have a favorite?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “In the garden.”

“I used to,” she said. “Now it feels, defiled.” Something in him wanted to reach out, to find some way to comfort her. This broken, beautiful princess standing before him.

Rila

She closed her eyes as Prior spread her on her bed. He’d walked her back to her rooms and gone to excuse himself, perfectly polite, when she took his hand and pulled him close

“Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded. She wanted this, needed it maybe. Now his head was between her thighs and she whimpered softly as he pleasured her. He was taking his time, like he was savoring her, this ranger from the south with his soft sad eyes and kind voice. “More,” she exhaled. He looked up at her and slid up her body pressing into her with a kiss and a grunt. Tasting herself on him was something but again his care felt wrong.

She wanted to be consumed and obliterated. Shattered like ice against stone, and despite what she’d thought she’d seen in his eyes at the Ice Garden it was clear Prior Chastain was not the man for that job.

Prior

He’d left her room after, she’d asked him to, which was fair enough. They’d both found release, however tepid, but he wandered back to his own rooms and sat down.

This was a disaster. For so many reasons.

He knew what was wrong. Rila was beautiful, clearly intelligent, and thoughtful, but she wasn’t Annalise, when it came down to it. And he wanted Annalise. Before he’d been with her there had been others. A few at the start too, when he had no idea what his queen wanted of him. He’d never walked from them aching for her though, as he had just now.

He’d go home, then to Westran, it was the only way. He just needed time. There was nothing else for it.

Rila

She walked into an office the next day, Alcott was sitting going over a ledger. He glanced up at her.

“Wife,” he muttered.

“Raniere is making me heir,” she said.

“He is also letting you divorce me, so I don’t see how it affects me,” he said. She looked at him.

“I want children,” she said. He looked up at her. “I’ll come back, if you promise me children.” Alcott’s ambition might be enough to save this, but instead he regarded her again and then he laughed.

“If you think I still want you after the past few years, Rila, you are sorely mistaken,” his voice was cold and cruel. “You were of little use unspoiled and I’ve absolutely no use for an ungrateful slut as a wife.” She nodded. It was done then, the decision made. She walked back out and into the ice garden, sat down among the maidens, and finally cried.

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Interlude: Midwinter

Note

Well, things have been heavy on the main line lately huh? Here’s a little Christmas time fluff for everyone. The Pantonas are throwing a party and Aaron is being a brat! Also, this is the last planned interlude for a while. I’ve loved writing them, but nothing seems in good enough shape for the moment. If something comes up that I want to write I will, but for now…time for a rest.

Caleb

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Lisette gasped running her hand over the delicate blue gown. “Am I truly allowed to wear it?” Caleb smiled. She was fifteen, he realized, too grown up to be hidden away much longer.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” He asked. She frowned. Olivia looked at him as Lisette held it up against herself and looked in the mirror.

“Normally when you bring things like this back they go in the trunk,” she said softly, “for later.” Caleb nodded.

“This is for the midwinter festival,” he said, “someone suggested new dresses were the thing for it.” Lisette looked at him. “There’s going to be a ball.”

“And you can’t very well go to your first ball in your cottons, Lisette,” Olivia said. Lisette smiled and hugged them both.

“Thank you!” She said. “I love you both so much.” She skipped out.

“Is it too much?” Caleb grimaced. “I never know.” Olivia sighed.

“I think in this case, no,” Olivia said, “we’d be indulging her regardless on this occasion.” He sat down. “And it will be good practice for her.” Caleb frowned. “You’re under a storm cloud, my love, what is it?”

“Something Les said,” he sighed, “Marina has begun to notice Brayton’s attention.” Olivia sighed. “We could bring her here.”

“We can’t do that,” Olivia said softly. “He can’t look this way, you know it.” He nodded. “I want to protect Marina too, of course I do, but we must protect Lisette and Aaron first.” He exhaled. “He’d just think we were placing her in front of Aaron, which would put everyone at risk.” Caleb grinned.

“I’ve heard worse ideas,” he said. Olivia laughed.

“Aaron would find Marina a charming distraction for exactly one month, and then leave her heartbroken and vulnerable,” Olivia shook her head. Caleb looked at her. “He’s my son as much as he’s yours.” Caleb laughed.

“I hate admitting that you’re right,” he said. Olivia laughed. “Has she written to Harran more?”

“Stop meddling,” Olivia said, “bringing Harran here was good for her, but you know her opinion on things.” Caleb sighed. “And if she has, she didn’t tell me about it and I won’t ask. She’s entitled to some privacy about boys at her age, heir to a throne or not.” He exhaled as his wife kissed him gently. Olivia wasn’t wrong of course, but he had brought Harran to Pantona to show Annalise that she had options outside of the ones she contemplated constantly.

The Prince of Phania and Aaron.

His plan had succeeded too well, he was pretty sure. When the Prince had departed, his daughter had spent a week doing nothing but scribbling in her diary and sighing loudly. When he asked Aaron what exactly had gone on between the pair the response had been less than useful.

“She followed him around like a puppy and he preened at the attention,” Aaron has said, “it was deadly boring.” Aaron’s blasé attitude was becoming a problem, but Caleb didn’t know a cure besides seeing more of the world and the idea of Aaron in Dovetail terrified him.

Aaron

“It does suit you,” he said, as Annalise pulled at the necklace Olivia had leant her with the ice blue gown. The guests hadn’t arrived for the ball yet. She looked at him.

“In the books Olivia gives me it says young girls shouldn’t wear jewelry,” Lisette frowned. “Just flowers or maybe a scarf in their hair.

“Maybe there’s some sort of exception for Princesses,” he grinned. She scoffed at him. “You’re excited, I haven’t seen you this happy since last summer.” She straightened up.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she mustered her dignity. He laughed. He shouldn’t tease her about Prince Harran, but it was really so easy. “I ran into Maggie at market yesterday.” Aaron grimaced.

“Did you?” He said. “How um,” he swallowed. “How was she?”

“She told me to tell you that she’s going to marry Alfred Baker over in Corenting,” Lisette said, “and that should you wish her joy you could choke on it.” He sighed. “She wasn’t the one?”

“You’re not funny,” he said. “Even if she were, I can’t marry a shopkeeper’s daughter from the village.” She frowned. “Don’t worry I’m not holding out for you.”

“I didn’t think you were,” she stuck out her tongue. He laughed. “Do you think when I’m queen, he’ll come back?”

“I think he’d be very foolish not to.” He said and kissed her forehead. “Did you tell him the truth?” She shook her head.

“Caleb said not to,” she whispered. “And even if he hadn’t, I didn’t want,” she exhaled, “I wanted him to like me.” She exhaled. “I know you didn’t like him.”

“It isn’t that I didn’t like him, but I’m not used to sharing you,” Aaron admitted. He’d have to get used to it, he knew that. “Maggie’s really getting married?” She rolled her eyes.

“I only know what they tell me,” she said. He raised an eyebrow. “Believe it or not the goddess is not particularly interested in your conquests, Aaron, so she doesn’t send me Dreams about them.” He smirked. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror.

“You look very grown up Lisette,” he said. She smiled. “Though not quite like a Princess.” She smiled.

“I hope not,” she said, “it makes my eyes look blue.” He nodded.

Olivia

“I can’t believe Father thought of this,” Aaron frowned. Olivia looked at her son.

“Marina Sanpierre thought of this,” Olivia said. He blinked at her. “Are you shocked?”

“A little,” he said, “isn’t she twelve?”

“She’s fourteen,” Olivia said, “and your father has it in his head for you to get to know her very well.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “He means well. You two are too hard on each other.” Lisette was dancing with one of the merchant boys who’d been passing through. “She’s doing well.”

“Yes,” he sighed. “Is it always going to be like this?” Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. “Every man who looks at her makes me want to corner him and ask what his intentions are.” Olivia laughed. “It’s not funny, it’s maddening.”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at myself,” she exhaled. “I was worrying about the two of you, being too attached.” Aaron smirked. “You were awful about Harran, but if it’s just you being protective, I can live with it.”

“Countess,” William Santino walked over. “Viscount.” Speaking of protectiveness. “Thank you for having me.”

“Anytime,” Aaron smirked. “Please tell me you brought something to drink?” His mother sighed at him.

“Always,” William laughed, “shall we?” Aaron grinned and they walked out. Odd that Aaron was blind to William’s intention towards Lisette. Or maybe he didn’t care. She wasn’t too worried about it. They needed friends, and Pantona left them with precious little choice in who they could be with regularly.

Her own youth in Dovetail had been full, friends and suitors and that was even under her father’s considerable and toxic influence.

“Olivia,” Lisette walked over flushed and happy. “Why aren’t you and Caleb dancing?” She smiled at the girl.

“An excellent question,” Olivia said, “you look lovely.” Lisette smiled widely.

“I’m having so much fun,” she said, “I want to do this all the time.” Olivia laughed.

“When we’re in Dovetail maybe you can,” she whispered kissing her on the cheek softly. Lisette laughed and went back to her merchant. Caleb walked over. “Lisette wants to know why we aren’t dancing?”

“It’s an excellent question,” he smiled taking her hand as a new dance started. She smiled. “I’m proud of this.”

“You should be,” she said softly. “Of all of it.” He smiled and kissed her gently.

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Interlude: The Great Witch

“Mama, look,” Brea said with a gasp as Nika took the small pool of water and wrapped it around her. Brea’s giggle as the whip danced around her made Nika feel very proud. Her eight year old sister was very particular and six year old Nika wanted to impress her.

“Well done, Nika,” Lady Anaia Averran knelt down to her daughters. Nika warmed. “When did you learn that?”

“I didn’t learn it,” Nika frowned, “I just tried it.” Her mother nodded.

“Mama, can I try?” Brea asked. Their mother looked at her.

“Not today my love,” she said. “Come, we have a long ride.” Nika frowned and the two sisters followed after her. Her mother was being strange.

That night after they made camp and the girls were supposed to be sleeping Nika sat up, listening to her parents talk.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, Walkin,” Anaia said gently. “She needs to be properly taught.”

“She’s a witch, my love,” her father chuckled. “What could she need that you and the others can’t show her?”

“I’m not sure,” her mother said, “The Cammadie, maybe?”

“The Masteros are all dead or hiding under rocks, waiting for salvation from a child who died years ago,” Walkin shook his head. “And I won’t hand our daughter over to be drained and slaughtered by Brayton.” Nika inhaled sharply. She didn’t want to leave her mother and sister anyway, let alone to go to the monsters in Cammadan who hated magic.

She was twelve years old when it came up again. She was sitting playing as they’d settled in to the Border Keep, Brea was off with the chieftain’s sons, but Nika didn’t want to play with the loud and rowdy boys, and she didn’t understand why her sister did either. But Brea now spent nearly all her time hanging on Prince Harran’s every word, and watching him and sighing. Instead she’d settled in to see if she could make the lights she’d been practicing dance.

“What on earth?” Chieftain Marcus said she turned as the two orbs sat in her hands.

“Chieftain,” she said and extinguished them. “Were you looking for my mother?”

“I was,” he smiled, “what was that you were doing?”

“Oh it’s just a game,” she blushed. “Or it will be, when I figure it out.” The Chieftain nodded.

“Show me,” he said, she nodded and created the orbs of golden light in each hand. “How long have been able to do this?”

“A while,” she said.

“Just conjuring light?” He asked. She shook her head.

“Water too,” she whispered. He exhaled. “My mother is settling in our room I think.”

“Little Nika,” The Chieftain said. “Why are you afraid? This is a wonderful gift.”

“I don’t want to go to Cammadan and die,” she said. She waited for him to laugh. “I see them, the shadows, and they say awful things!”

“I see,” The Chieftain nodded. “Yes, that would be alarming.” She nodded. “Do you see other things?”

“Sometimes,” she swallowed. “People, places that are far away. It doesn’t always make a lot of sense.” He nodded.

“Chieftain,” her mother walked over. “I apologize was Nika bothering you?” Nika shrank back.

“No,” he said gently. “You might have told us your daughter was a seer, Lady Anaia.” Nika swallowed. “We will discuss this, Nika, do tell me when you’ve perfected your game.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

“Nika,” Marina whimpered under her touch. “Ooh,” she exhaled. Nika smiled watching her beloved’s dark curls spread in a halo around her head on the plain white bed in her chamber in Brightcoast. They kissed as Nika slid her fingers between her folds.

She’d never felt this way about anyone. Falling in love with Marina had consumed her so fully. But their relationship had moved slowly, physically. First, because Marina was mourning her relationship with Damian Lestoff and then because Nika had gone home for a while.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Nika whispered and nibbled on her neck.

“I missed you,” Marina mumbled, sliding her hands under Nika’s robe. “I’m nervous.” Nika smiled.

“I can tell,” she said. “Just touch me how you like to be touched.” They kissed again. After they lay entwined, Marina panting and spent, Nika cooing still riding her own pleasure. “You’re a natural.” Marina giggled.

“I’ve never felt that good,” she mumbled. Nika smirked and rolled onto her belly and leaned on her hands. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

“I’m sorry my love,” she said, “but of course it’s better than you’re used to, boys have no idea what our bodies can do for pleasure,” Marina giggled. “When do you go back to Dovetail?”

“Soon,” she sighed, “once he’s settled. Or as settled as he can be.” Her father’s condition had not improved. His fogs of confusion lasted longer, his melancholy seemed permanent. Nika knew it worried her. “You’ll come with us?”

“I think so,” Nika whispered. “If I’m wanted.” Marina smiled and kissed her softly.

“I always want you,” she said.

Dovetail was busy. Mainly they spent their time helping get the university organized, it was Marina’s pet project and Nika liked helping, liked not being afraid of her magic. And she liked being with Marina and her cousin Raymond and Raymond’s partner Evan.

But Nika had also never been jealous before in her life, and she hated the feeling. But the twist in her gut whenever Marina and Tristan Dugarry looked at each other couldn’t be anything else.

“All our lives I thought you were above it,” Brea said one night as Nika had gone outside to get some air.

“What are you talking about?” Nika rolled her eyes at her sister.

“I’m talking about how you look ready to take off your veil and tie it around Sir Tristan’s throat every time he speaks,” Brea teased. “What’s he done to you?” Nika frowned.

“She’s in love with him,” Nika whispered. Brea looked at her.

“Oh,” Brea said. “Oh, Nika I’m sorry.” She looked at her. “But he’s married and Marina doesn’t seem like,” Nika exhaled.

“No, it isn’t like that, they aren’t together, they’re just,” Nika shrugged, “in love.” Brea rested her head on her shoulder. “And I love her.”

“At least you’re with her,” Brea said. Nika nodded. “Try not to hate her. It’s poison.” Nika looked at her.

“I think he misses you,” Nika said. Brea shrugged.

“Last time we were at the keep, Rian proposed again,” Brea whispered.

“Outright?” Nika said. Brea nodded. “What did you say?”

“No, obviously,” Brea rolled her eyes. “I’ll never marry.” Nika nodded.

“Papa will hate that,” she sighed. Brea nodded. “He had such high hopes for you.”

“You’re the one who’s going to succeed him though,” Brea whispered. “Chief Nika Averran.” Nika laughed darkly at that.”

Nika was asleep on a cot, having helped bring a baby and then name her when the flap of her tent opened.

Prince Anders was standing in front of her, her hair was uncovered and he stared for a moment before turning around.

“Anders, what in the world?” She grabbed her veil and covered her head.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen your hair, even when we were children.” She laughed and he turned around, he looked very serious.

“What is it?” She said. “Is Brea alright?” He blinked at her.

“Your sister is, fine,” he swallowed. “We had a messenger last night, Harran sent me, I ride fastest.” She nodded. “From Cammadan.” She exhaled. Marina.

“Is it over?” Nika asked. “Did she do it?”

“Nika,” Anders said softly. “Lord Brayton took the Duchess, they don’t know where.” She stared at him.

“That’s not possible,” Nika shook her head, “if something had happened to Marina I’d have felt it, or seen it.” Anders carefully cupped her face as she started crying and then pulled her close. “Please tell me it’s a lie, Anders, or a mistake.”

“I wish I could, Nika, I’m so sorry,” he said. “But they need you. Queen Annalise wants you to come.” She nodded and wiped her eyes. “I’ll let you get your things together. Harran said he’ll take you to Dovetail.”

“Alright,” she said and went back to her tent. She lit a candle and knelt.

“Amina, Dark Lady,” she whispered, “please, please don’t let her fall. I know what you desire, but I beg you, spare my beloved. Please.” She blew out the candle, grabbed her pack and met Anders at the horses.

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