Page 62 of Promise of Darkness
A little bit for the prince who charms and flirts with me, but mostly for the mother I’ve long since lost favor with. And I try to tell myself I don’t care, but a part of medoeswant my mother’s approval back.
Adaia’s lips thin in displeasure. “We’re all pawns to our kingdom’s whims. Prove to me that you can be trusted with your heart, and perhaps I’ll allow you to be the one pulling your own strings. Do your people a favor. Kill him. Before he twists your heart against your own kingdom. Your own family.”
“This isn’t the right time, Mother. Angharad’s been seen in Mistmere. She has her Unseelie army trying to right the stones of the Mistmere Hallow. We think she’s trying to access some of the Mother of Night’s power—or perhaps to free her.”
Silence.
“Angharad sealed the accords with her blood. She cannot go against them.”
“I saw her with my own eyes, Mother!” I can see it doesn’t matter. “If there is any war beckoning on the horizon, then it is with the Unseelie hordes. We will need our allies, if we are not to be overrun by Unseelie. We will… need the prince.”
The queen shakes her head in disgust. “I had hoped you could retain your senses. I’d hoped he hadn’t gotten to you yet. But I see my trust was misplaced. He’s already twisted you to his whims.”
“It’s not—”
The queen waves a hand, her image flickering. “Kill him. Or do not bother answering my summons again, for I will be done with you.”
And then she vanishes.
* * *
I head downstairs for dinner,still aching in every muscle in my body.
Voices drift from the dining room.
"This wasn't just an attack," a strident female voice points out. Eris. "Angharad was prepared to counter any scouts. With that many banes in place, she’s being even more careful than usual.”
“What I want to know is how she got past the fucking borders without being seen,” Thiago snaps. “Queen Maren and I have enough patrols on Mistmere’s northern flank to spot a grouse trying to sneak through.”
“I haven’t been able to ride the borders while Her Highness is here,” Eris replies, “and she probably knows it. If you give me a few days, I can ride north and see what’s going on. I left Hainard in charge, and he’s a solid captain. He should be doing his job.”
“No. No,” Thiago says with a sigh. “I need you here. Especially if Angharad is plotting an invasion.”
"Your powers keep them in check," said a man. Finn, possibly, as he seems to go hand-in-hand with Eris. "She’s testing you. She won’t consider a full-blown thrust unless she is certain she can defeat you on the battlefield. If they know you were weakened—"
"I'm not weakened," Thiago counters with a snarl.
I press my fingers to the crack in the door. There’s a chamber beyond, and I can see the prince pacing, dressed in strict black as always.
“Those wounds should have healed by now,” Eris says. "The iron is still in your blood—"
"I. Am. Not. Weakened.”
"Dotheyknow that?" It’s Finn, resting his knuckles on some sort of round table as he glares at his prince. "The Unseelie aren’t our only cause for concern. If word of this gets back to Adaia….”
"She'll attack," Thiago says, in a weary voice. “But it won’t get back, because only the three of us know about it.”
The door is wide enough to see Eris and Finn share a look.
“And the princess?” Eris suggests.
“She wouldn’t do that,” Thiago replies.
“Are you sure?” Clearly Eris isn’t as certain. “She’s still her mother’s creature.”
“She’s never been her mother’s creature. No matter what Adaia’s tried to mold her into, Vi’s always rebelled. She doesn’t have her mother’s ruthless heart, nor Adaia’s ambitions. She won’t tell her mother, because then she’ll feel guilty. She doesn’t lie very well.”
His certainty is a shock.
