Page 190 of Crown of Darkness
“Are the horses ready?” she snaps at Korman, the lieutenant in charge.
He’s not my favorite. Indeed, as I search the faces of the guards, I realize none of them are ones I would trust. They’re all mercenary, all loyal to my mother and her coin.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Horses?” I demand. “What horses?”
With a snap of her fingers, my mother locks invisible bands of force around me, clamping my arms to my body. She hauls me to my feet with a gesture, her face cruel and furious. “You’re right. If I kill you, then my country will tear itself apart. Besides, a dead daughter serves no purpose, and I have allies to please. And luckily, one of them needs a bride.”
“Abride?”
No!
Edain takes a step forward, but mother throws her arm toward him, and he goes to his knees, a shining golden rope clamping his arms to his ribs and another one gagging him.
“Do not dare,” she snarls at him.
His eyes promise murder, but my mother isn’t done yet.
“I will take your love and I will twist it into a thousand writhing snakes,” she hisses at him, golden light filling her eyes.
A curse. My eyes widen.
“You will never touch another fae for as long as you live,” she spits the curse, along with a mouthful of blood. “Your touch will burn, your soul will wither, and your flesh will beg for relief, but there shall be none to be found. Live a thousand years, Edain, and never know another’s touch again.”
The curse strikes its target.
Edain screams, his spine bowing as little golden thorns flare to life in his skin.
“Mother, stop!’ I yell.
“It’s too late, Andraste. You will never have him now. Your heart may yearn, but your flesh will never meet,” she croons. “Instead, you will serve another.”
I kick against her magic, but the golden ropes only squeeze me tighter. “No!”
“Send her to the goblin king with my regards,” my mother sneers. “Tell him he may do with her as he pleases, as long as he claims he married the bitch and fulfils his part of our bargain.”
The goblin clans are merciless. They haven’t had a king in years, though there is rumor that there is one born of an ancient lineage who could rule them, if he would dare try to unite them.
No, no, no, no, no!I kick and scream, but there’s no escaping her guards. Iron gauntlets sear my flesh as they grab me, and I know this was planned. A solid fist of metal drives into my gut, the breath whooshing out of me. Another clips my cheek.
I’m on my knees, my hands wrenched behind me, there’s no escape but—
A hand fists in my hair, wrenching my face higher so my mother can look me in the eye one more time. “I will be sure to tell my lords that when you volunteered to save Asturia, I wept with grief at the thought that I would never see my beloved Andraste again. May, my darling, please come in.”
“What are you doing to Aunt Andi?” comes a tiny voice.
May.
The blood drains from my face as the little girl I exchanged for my niece hovers in the doorway, a stuffed bear hanging from her hand.
“Don’t do this! She’s innocent.”
“You were the one who told me she would be the perfect weapon to destroy her father.” Mother gestures May closer. “Do you like the castle, my darling? It’s much better than that drafty old keep at Clydain, isn’t it?”
She doesn’t know.
A relieved breath escapes me.
