Chapter 25
When I turn around to face everyone, Lindon and Alexander look how I
feel. Alexander runs a hand through his hair, beginning to pace
anxiously. “Couldn’t we make up an excuse about- I don’t
know- having a bit too much wine and getting stranded?”
Lindon and I exchange glances. “Not the same night that Captain
Fenthclann disappears, no. The queen, I assume, knows he’s
working for her, so she’d check our whereabouts straightaway.”
Lindon raps his knuckles on the sidetable as he muses aloud. “One
of us will have to return to the castle. Ria and I disappearing
together isn’t uncommon, so-“
Arianna cuts him off. “If we can get one of you to the castle,
we can get all three of you to the castle. There must be a
way.”
I close my eyes,
trying to put my thoughts in order. “Right. Lindon, Alexander,
you go try to find a way to get to the castle. Drian, Cora- the
healer who found poison in my bedsheets today said that-“ At
everyone’s disapproving glares, I snap, “I would have
told you, but we have more pressing matters at hand. As I was saying,
the healer who searched my rooms for poison found poison from a
flower that is only found in Lysian. Put your heads together and see
if you can find the source, or at least determine a way to find the
source.” I nod to them, and they disperse, leaving Arianna and
I alone.
She sits down in
a chair. “You got rid of them on purpose, didn’t you.”
A laugh echoes up the stairs, and she glances over before grinning.
“So, princess, what did you want to talk about?”
I press my lips
together, trying not to smile. “I thought I was being more
subtle than that. Do you think they could all tell?” I make a
show of looking to the stairs, but out of the corner of my eye, I
study her expression.
A glazed look
comes over her, and when she shakes her head and blinks again, she
looks at me a little sadly. “No, but I could always tell what
you really meant to do. Even after three years, you-“
I turn back
towards her, and she stops talking. “You knew me, three years
ago, didn’t you? You – you have memories of whatever we
did together, and you trust me- you think of me as a friend- but I
have no idea what happened!”
She sighs
resignedly. “You want your memories back.” A wry smile
splits her face. “I understand. And it’ll be simple
enough to give them back to you. Before we do this, though- do you
remember when you were kidnapped and held hostage by a group of
radicals for two months when you were thirteen?”
I frown,
confused. “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“Well- you
see-“ She takes a deep breath, then says, “- that never
really happened.” After taking a moment to observe my reaction,
she says, “When I took your memories, I replaced them with
something so you had a story to tell when you got back. Why do you
think they never caught the radical group?”
I bury my face
in my hands, at a loss for words. A flood of confusion runs through
my exhausted mind, and I give up on trying to make sense of the
situation. “Just- give me my memories back, Arianna, and you
can explain everything to me later.”
She nods
quickly, then withdraws a tiny leather bag from her purse. Opening
it, she draws out a gold band. “Put this on before you go to
sleep. It should give you your memories back, but I was told to warn
you that it might be… disorienting.”
I take the ring
from her gingerly, picking it up as if it might burn me if I held it
too tightly. “That’s… it? In all the old books,
regaining memories is a much more painful ordeal.”
She shrugs.
“That’s what I was told, yes.” I frown at the ring,
wondering why everything has seemed too easy.
Deciding that it
can’t hurt to try, I slip the ring into my pocket and look back
up at her. “There’s something else I wished to discuss
with you.”
She stares back
unflinchingly, and I grip the edge of my chair anxiously. The cold
metal digs into my fingers, stinging. Holding it tighter, relishing
the pain that clears my head.
“It’s
about the man you wanted me to find for you, Arianna. You said his
name was Salian.” She nods along with everything I say, and I
will her to say something that will prove that Salian is who Lindon
and I believe him to be.
Just then,
Lindon comes back up the stairs, head bowed in serious conversation
as he and Alexander discuss how to get back to the palace. Eagerly, I
stand up and walk toward them.
Alexander greets
me with a relieved nod, which I take to mean that they’ve found
some way for us to make it back to the castle unnoticed, even with
the howling snowstorm outside. Just thinking about it makes my skin
prickle with goosebumps and childish excitement.
If the first snows have made it to the heart of Valkyr, it means that
the solstice festival is close. Even with everything that’s
weighing down on me, part of me still can’t wait to bounce out
of bed on solstice morning to see what presents I’ve received.
Shaking myself
out of my thoughts, I try to concentrate on what Alexander is
stoically explaining to me, none of which I’m actually
understood. “-so, you see, Prince Lindon and I have eliminated
any chance of us being discovered by outside forces. What do you
think, Rionach?”
He looks at me
eagerly, like a child waiting for appreciation, and for a moment, I
realise that everything that we do, all the secret meetings we plot
and all the men we kill, somewhere deep down inside, this is still a
game for us. Taken aback, I frown, because I know that until
something terrible happens, we will not realise how high the stakes
are for us to win.
Lindon prods my
shoulder. “Rionach? What do you think of the plan?” His
voice is concerned, which means that he can see something of my
thoughts in my face, and I school my expression to one of polite
apology.
“I was
caught up in my own thoughts. My apologies to you, Alexander, but
repeat your idea?”
He starts again.
“Prince Lindon and I have decided that the easiest way for us
to sneak back into the palace will be in plain sight. We could go in
dressed as servants, perhaps, for I’m sure there’s enough
gate traffic near dawn that the sentries will pay us no mind.”
I smile brightly
at him, wondering why I hadn’t thought of it first. “Of
course, it’s perfect. No one will- hopefully- be looking for us
just before dawn, and the kitchen maids will be going out to market
to fetch things for breakfast. And by that time, the snow should have
died down.”
Arianna rises
and joins up, and I squash the illogical annoyance that springs up in
my chest at her intrusion. Her husky timbre soothes the pounding
nerves in my head, though, and I let myself listen to her words.
“-and if it doesn’t? We all have places to be your
highness, and we have no idea when this infernal snow will end.”
Alexander
strides over to the curtain, and the thick damask catches my eye, its
gold strands weaving in and out of the fabric, framing the
silver-white snow that howls outside with a vengeance. “It is
rather odd, isn’t it, that the snow came on so quickly? And
tonight of all nights, too. I wonder if someone- tampered with it,
or- arranged it.” He turns around, his hands clasped behind his
back, just as I decide to perch on the edge of the sofa behind me.
Frowning, he
looks at me. “Is that even possible, to create a snowstorm that
huge?”
The thought of
one faerie creating a snowstorm so huge that it trapped people inside
their homes and surrounds the entire city is laughable, and I tell
him so.
He considers my
words, then says, “The weather’s not natural, though.
There’s no chance that we didn’t notice the clouds that
should’ve formed.”
I grin at him
easily, never betraying the anxiousness that roils in my stomach and
the sleepiness that threatens to make me drop where I stand. “We
have faeries who are good at manipulating the weather hold off the
chill for as long as we can. Fae like the warmth, and we don’t
so well in the cold.”
“And-
what, when winter finally catches up with you, it’s terrible
and huge?” Alexander’s tone communicates exactly what he
thinks of my suggestion.
Catching Alex’s
disbelief, Lindon’s hackles rise. “She’s not lying.
We can’t lie, or have you forgotten?”
This seems to
unnerve Alexander. “I’d forgotten, but-“
Arianna drains
her wine, as if our bickering is making her tireder and tireder. She
drawls, “Never forget your enemies’ weaknesses, Alex.”
A lazy smile splits her face after she warns him, and she tumbles
into the sofa.
Refusing to feel
annoyed at her actions, I instead concentrate on a way for us to get
to the castle. “If the snow doesn’t stop, we’ll go
through the catacombs. I don’t know of an entrance, but I
should be able to feel the nearest one.”
Lindon, too,
seems weary. As I watch him, I pour myself another glass of
thrallwine and down it, not entirely sure why I’m drinking so
much but not wanting to stop, either. My father used to drown his
sorrows in drink a few times a year- never often enough to worry
anyone, but often enough that I wondered often, when I was young,
what the toll would be on me to rule someday.
A bitter voice
in the back of my mind pipes up, You’ve found out now,
haven’t you? I ignore the thought and take a long drink of
the wine, closing my eyes against the troubles that have befallen us.
When I open them
again, Lindon stands over me , his brow furrowed. “I think
you’ve had enough to drink, Rionach.” When he reaches for
the glass, I give it compliantly enough, but the pounding in my head
comes back.
A crashing
sounds from downstairs, and I’m on my feet immediately,
searching for the threat. Everyone’s weapons are out-
Alexander’s staff is out of it’s sheath, Arianna holds
two wicked-looking pistols in her hands, and Lindon and I have our
daggers out.
When Cora storms
up the stairs in a maelstrom of fury and disappears into the bedroom,
slamming the door behind her, we exchange careful glances before
sheathing our respective weapons. Drian follows a few moments later,
looking furious himself.
Still, I’m
surprised when he visibly straightens, looking at us and sighing,
tucking his anger away for later. “Please excuse her- she’s-
we’re” He grasps for words, but eventually gives up.
“Your highness,” he says to me, “I’ll get a
message to you later.” Bowing, he stalks into the room after
Cora, and their muffled voices rise in pitch again.
The rest of us stare at each other for a moment before Alex clears
his throat. “Well, we had better get going, then. You said
something about catacombs, your highness?”
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