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And inside.
Was the ring.
Hers.
The lost ring of the Three Kings.
The one I couldn’t give her because I couldn’t find it and assumed it was lost along with my parents when they died. We all assumed it. It had been a national treasure and proof to the three kingdoms that no matter what, the King and Queen would fight and take care of the country not through war but through love for their people and each other.
I didn’t know what to do for a few seconds but stare.
It wasn’t here two years ago.
Rupert even asked me to pick one out.
What was actually happening?
With shaking hands, I reached for it. So simple, the ring wasn’t made of silver. It was gold and smelled like frankincense and myrrh.
It had one small princess diamond in the middle.
Shaking, I pulled it out and clutched it in my hand, only to see another note from the journal behind it.
“You have to take risks to get the reward, should you risk it, Zautland? Should you ask her, with this ring? The three kingdoms need you, and while you might have thought this would be a journey through the twelve days of Christmas, all we wanted was for you to have at least half the journey so that the rest of your lives you could complete the rest of those days each Christmas. Find her, find her because of your light and love, but find her now and give her this ring, but where could she possibly be? Where would she be taken? What makes the most sense? Only a good king is constantly watching, knowing where his subjects are, where his queen is at all times. What would make the most sense to you, do you think?”
I had nothing.
I wanted to give up, until I thought about it, really thought about it.
Frederick making me suspicious.
Spurning me on.
Frederick going with my shenanigans and supporting me all this time only to almost betray me.
Me getting frustrated.
Going to the cabin as he knew I’d do.
The snow storm.
I frowned.
And looked down at the ring.
It was all I had.
I tucked it into my pocket and I ran to the front. “Get me a car now!”
Chapter Nine
Samira
“LET ME GO!” I screamed it until my voice felt like it was going hoarse.
“God, she’s annoying.” A familiar sound hit my ears. “Do you always scream like that, Samira?”
The blindfold was pulled from my face, all I remembered was someone grabbing me and shoving me into a car and telling me not to talk for at least an hour while I scrambled against the ropes tying my wrists together and then in some sick, weird way of torture, getting told it would all be okay if I just stopped talking.
