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Boaz bows. “As you wish, Your Highness. But may I ask what this is about?”
“Reminding everyone that I am king, and this is my family’s realm.” I march for my horse.
It always smells of piss and shit down here.
My nose curls as I march along the narrow hall of the dungeon, rodents scurrying from my steady pace. Normally, a wave of pity hits me for the guards stationed in this hole, but now I feel only determination as we stop before the solid door.
“Open it and leave us,” I command of the guard. “And bring a light in for her.”
“Your Highness.” He rattles the key in the lock and then pushes the door. It swings open with a creak. Peering in first and, I assume, satisfied by what he sees, he hangs a lantern on a hook before moving out of the way.
His heavy footfalls echo down the hall.
Wendeline sits in the corner, on her pallet. Her white-and-gold garb is gone, replaced by a torn and soiled shift. She’s lost weight, her exposed arms and legs spindly. Gray-threaded hair that was normally combed neatly now hangs oily and limp. In the opposite corner, where a plate of bread and broth sit, two mice dine.
They make me think of Mika and his pocket of treasure for the castle cat.
“Was it worth it?” The weeks in the dungeon have not been kind, that much anyone can see.
Wendeline peers up at me with vacant eyes. I remember when news first reached us, of a caster arriving by ship, a baby in her arms. My father sent the guards at once to fetch them and bring them before him. He wanted to assess her intentions.
We learned of her plight—to save the elemental baby with an affinity to Malachi. A death sentence in Ybaris. My parents welcomed them both, offered them safe haven, and positions of importance within the kingdom.
How could she knowingly lead my parents to their deaths?
My anger roils with just the thought. “Would you do it again?”
“Would you like the truth or a lie?” Her voice is raspy, weak.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Burn marks mar the bottoms of her feet, and a stained bandage wraps where her pinky finger is missing. Boaz said his men had only begun their work when I ordered them to stop, betting time might serve me better than dismemberment. “You did not heal yourself.”
“That is not possible.”
I sigh, wandering farther in. “Are you willing to talk now?”
“As I have already told your men since the first day, His Highness was innocent of all conspiracy.”
“That’s old news.” I lean against the stone wall. “Tell me about the end of the blood curse.”
Her eyes flare, but she remains quiet.
I slide out the letter, opening it, feigning to read the message already emblazoned in my mind. “Romeria and Zander have found a secret city in the Venhorn Mountains. Zander’s need for blood is all but gone within it.”
“Is that from Romeria?”
“And my brother.” I hesitate. “Do you wish to see for yourself?”
She clears her throat. “Very much so, yes.”
Maybe some goodwill will work better for me than torture. I pass it to her.
Her hands tremble as she reads, her lips moving softly over the words. “Stonekeep … Fates.”
“You did not know about this.”
“No.” She emphasizes that with a headshake. Wendeline was always adept at veiling her feelings behind an impenetrable wall of caster ability. But now that wall is gone, revealing the turmoil within her—of surprise, hope, relief.
Of dread.
“How is it that this elemental caster they are with does?”
“Gesine spent years studying scripture. She knows more about prophecy than anyone, save for perhaps the Master Scribe herself.”
“And is this Gesine working with Queen Neilina?”
Wendeline shakes her head. “She and Ianca escaped Neilina with the help of casters.”
“Gesine and Ianca. There are two casters with them?” Fucking Tyree.
“One caster and one seer, by the time they arrived in Cirilea. I do not know what became of the seer.”
“And they are working with Mordain?”
“No. Not as a whole, anyway. The guild does not even know Neilina summoned the fates for her daughter. At least, they didn’t. I do not know what truths have reached them now.”
“Not enough, seeing as they have joined forces with Ybaris to march south. That or they do not care, so long as Islor suffers.”
“Mordain is bound to Ybaris by need, not by loyalty. It has always been the way. It will continue to be the way as long as Neilina sits on that throne.”
Interesting. But not important now. “What does it mean that this secret city is tied to the nymphs?”
“I do not know.”
“But you fear it.”
“I fear much these days, Your Highness.” She trembles. Maybe from the cold, but Wendeline always did seem on edge. “Has the poison truly reached Cirilea so abundantly?”
“The corpses of mortals I’ve had to punish would suggest so, yes. How does it feel to know you had a hand in so many deaths?”
