ARWEN
โHOW COULD YOU?โย THE WORDSย dodged past all my shame and pride to hurtle from my lips. โAndย why?โ
To her credit, Amelia didnโt flinch or shift on her feet. She didnโt gaze back to the glimmering reflecting pool. She didnโt reach for me. โMy entire kingdom, all those livesโฆTo me, they were worth one Fae. Even someone I liked. Iโm sorry, Arwen. It wasnโt a decision I made lightly.โ
Loneliness had swamped me so thoroughly the last two months. Stifling loneliness that poured out though shameful midnight tears, and yet it had never felt more crushing than in this very moment, standing in front of someone I thought I knew. I had no words for her.
โAs you can imagine,โ she continued, โI havenโt spoken to Kane since.โ โHeโll kill you.โ
โIโm sure.โ Her eyes finally cast downward. With remorse or fear I couldnโt tell. โBut he wonโt wage war on Peridotโs people for my mistakes. And thatโs all I care about.โ
โSo Kane still thinksโฆโ
โYouโre dead? Yeah. Iโm sure they all doโI did.โ
โAnd youโre here in Lumera only as Lazarusโs ally.โ Not a plot, then.
She was simply a guest of honor at a Fae masquerade.
โMy deal with Lazarus was that my land would remain neutral. My armies wonโt fight in the war for either side. And if he wins, and takes all of
Evendell, he wonโt decimate us.โ
“After everything heโs done, what makes you think heโll keep his word now that he has me? If heโd killed me, like you thought, he would be unstoppable.”
“Peridot is worth more to him intact. Our fresh water, produce, livestockโฆ Heโll need all of it when he turns Evendell into this.” She gestured at the landscapeโthe ashy, sickly air, the barren trees, and dry, brittle hedges.
“Amelia, you have to help me get out of here,โ I pleaded. “They drain my lighte every few days. I think Lazarus needs it for something. Could he be weakened or sick?”
โI doubt it. Butโฆโ She tilted her head, considering. โThose Fae assassins who shift into those monstrous formsโLazarusโs elite fightersโtheyโre rare and precious to him. Maybe heโs feeding them your lighte to strengthen or create more of them.”
I shook my head, feeling the mask tremble against my face. โYou know I canโt shift.โ
โYouโre a full-blooded Fae. Of course you can.โ
Desperation rose in my throat. โIs there anything else? Anything you know about his plans?โ
“Even if I could somehow help you escapeโฆ youโre low on lighte, and this realm is a nightmare. Earthquakes, thieves, beasts, harvestersโitโs chaos here. Even if you could make it through all that, the journey back to Evendell would take months, and you wouldnโt survive it alone. No one crosses realms without a portal anymore. And to find a witch powerful enough to open oneโฆthere are probably only six or seven in the entire realm.โ
Tears stung behind my eyes. โI cannot just give up.โ โThatโs the wrong way to look at things.โ
I must have made a face, because Amelia sighed before saying, โAt least youโre alive, Arwen. Thereโs real power to be had at Lazarusโs side. You can still help people.โ
โWhat are you saying?โ
โYou could change this realm, and Evendell, too, when he takes over.
Youโll be queen consort.โ
โI will not roll over and beย mated withย so I can have a meager slice of symbolic power.โ
Ameliaโs stern expression didnโt waver. โYouโd get used to it.โ I recoiled. โCouldย you?โ
โIn some ways I did. For a while, at least.โ
My stomach hollowed out with her implication.
โMy father made it clear before I was grown that my value to himโto my kingdomโwould be found between my legs. He spoke often and crudely of how Iโd be married off to please a royal man one day. Of the children I would bear, and the security my union would bring our kingdom. I was a token. A piece of meat, for the majority of my life. Eventually I learned to live with it.โ
Her voice was callous and detached but not even Ameliaโs unfeeling exterior could hide the pain laid bare in her words. The shame and sadness there. Despite everything, my heart ached for her.
โI got used to telling myself that one day Iโd inherit my fatherโs kingdom or my husbandโs and would put myย symbolic powerย to real use.โ
I nodded, thinking of Powell. Iโd told myself all kinds of things to make it through each lash of his belt. Iโd survived, despite the pain and shame. It dawned on me that Amelia and I had both been thoroughly failed by the men whoโd raised us.
โIโm sorry.โ
โItโs fine. Iโm justโฆโ She sighed. โTrying to offer you the best advice I can.โ
โEven if I could survive itโฆLazarus already wishes to see all the mortals in Evendell exterminated. Once he has enough full-blooded Fae heirs, heโll force them to repopulate both realms. Eventually heโll have halflings killed, and then all other Fae that arenโt full-blooded, too. We canโt allow any of that to happen.โ I took her cool, ring-stacked hand in mine. Iโd been away too longโif Wyn had gone looking for me in the salonโฆI had to
hurry. โYouโre one of the smartest people Iโve ever met. Youโre tough and decisive. If thereโs anything you can do, just try, all right? I believe in you.โ Amelia jerked back as if struck, wrenching her hand free from my grasp.
โHow can you say all that? After what I did to you?โ
I pulled my mask back over my face. โWeโre more powerful together than at odds.โ
I turned to leaveโ
โWait.โ She grasped my arm. โIf somehow you do get out of hereโฆWill you tell your brother thatโฆIโm sorry? That I never meant to use him?โ
Ryder? What did heโ
Oh,ย Stones.ย Iโd told Ryder we were going to Hemlock Isle. Had he been the one to tell Amelia? I didnโt even know they spokeโฆ
She didnโt wait for me to answer her before she said, โGood luck, Arwen.โ
I didnโt look back at her icy eyes, covered once again by that remarkable mask, as I dashed through the courtyard and back into the boisterous ball. Up the sprawling stairs, my heels clacking in time with the music, and down that bustling hallway, to the doors of the womenโs salon.
No Wyn in sight.
Not good, not goodโ
Inside, it was even more packed than it had been before. I shoved through peals of laughter and gossip-tinged whispers until I found the latrine stalls and locked myself inside one. Itchy coat and mask shed, I breathed until my heart rate had slowed.
Only then did I emergeโ
And spot Wyn backlit by gauzy pink light, prowling through, scaring women right and left.
โWyn,โ I croaked. โOver here.โ
Even under those curled horns I could see his eyes light with relief. โWhere were you?โ
โTerribly sick. It got all over my maskโฆโ
He appraised me, eyes narrowing. โI checked each stall. You werenโt here.โ
โWhere else would I have been vomiting for the last ten minutes?โ I sucked in a breath.
An excruciating pause as he appraised me. Then the stalls behind me.
I didnโt exhale. Couldnโt as his lips pressed into an even line.
โCome on,โ he said at last, pulling me by the arm from the salon. โIโll find you another mask.โ
Wyn led me back down the stairs and across the throne room. By the time we reached the dais Iโd managed to loosen the unbearable tightness in my lungs just a bit. He guided me to my seat at the banquet table, and I found Lazarusโs chair beside mine empty.
โHere,โ Wyn said, handing me a great gilded mask to match my dress. Solid gold and glimmering like the sun. Near-blindingly shiny, and as heavy as a slab of granite, the inside padded with sorrowful, mottled moth wings. The feel of them against my face as I slipped it over my head told me they were real.ย Cruelty.ย Everything in this palaceโ
โIโll be watching from back there.โ He motioned to where the other guards stood and I merely nodded, still a little shocked Iโd gotten away with my deceit.
Nobody at the table spoke to me, and I was grateful. My mind was a whirlwind, and I neededโฆI neededโฆ
I had no idea what I needed as I gripped a chalice filled with some bitter spirit.
Nobody was coming for me.
Kane, my family, my friendsโall of them still thought I was dead. I had no options. No plan.
I beheld my distorted reflection in the medley of sweating refreshments. A glistening, fatty spread stretched across the banquet table. Gold-flecked peas, bowls of spiced milks and stews, garlands of mulberry pastriesโall of it oily and odious and pointed toward a whole roasted peacock, sitting directly before me, plumes of its magnificent, delicate tail feathers still intact.
Maybe I really would be sick.
A laugh that strung me as taut as a harp string ripped from my left. Lazarus wrapped up whatever conversation had brought him such mirth and took a casual seat beside me.
โWhere have you been all night?โ
He wore no mask, as if he were the only man in the palaceโin the city
โon equal footing with the Gods. No mask, but the richest golden coat and pants Iโd ever seen, stitched with care and precision, and fit to his muscled body like a glove.
We matched perfectly. Nausea swirled in my gut. โI wasnโt feeling well.โ
โIโm sure.โ His tone sent my stomach plummeting down a ravine. โYour Majestyโโ
Lazarus turned to greet a heavyset man who ambled over to the banquet table with surprising grace given his size. He bowed to his king, and under layers and layers of rich green robes his large body jiggled with the movement.
โMy truest apologies to have missed the gift-giving. But I did not arrive empty-handed.โ
โWhat kind of gifts?โ I asked them both.
Knowledge was the only currency Iโd be able to spend on an escape.
The weighty manโs already-pink cheeks deepened their rosy hue. โMy son is young, but already shows significant strength. The missus and I were able to juice him of almost a gallon.โ
My face held no neutrality. Not a drop. I knew it was not only shockโ but repugnanceโthat contorted my expression. โYou and your wifeโฆ drained your own child of his lighte?โ
Interest sparked in Lazarusโs eyes when he cut them to me.
The man in question didnโt falter. โBut of course! โTis the Solstice. And we had an abundant bounty.โ
Lazarus gave the man a generous nod. โButย why?โ
The manโs fuzzy brows lowered as he considered me, eyes sliding back and forth between Lazarus and me. The Fae king nodded at me as if to say,
Go on, tell her.
โHis Majesty has built a sanctuary here in Solaris. His court is bountiful and lush. He will conquer new realms for us to grow and become strongerโฆItโs the least we can do, for our king.โ
Bountiful and lush?ย Iโd only noticed the lack of flowers, of wood, of cheer, but now my eyes found the hanging, glittering stars of lighte, the decadent banquet spread, the extravagant clothes and jewelsโฆ
The portly man took my stunned silence as dismissal and bowed once more before leaving us. Lazarus only released a brazen laugh and returned to his chalice.
He wasnโt just stealing lighte from his people. His own subjects were giving it to himย willingly. I almost hurt for them, falling for his fantastical lies. His power reviled me, of course, but theย abuseย of such staggering powerโฆSuch a malicious, smug display of utter control. Such brainwashing of his stupidly loyal court.
โThey think youโre going to save them from the wasteland that is Solaris. Theyโre sycophants, and fools, but youโฆโ I studied his clean- shaven, coldly handsome face. โYou plan to start an entirely new world without them. You feed off theirย hope.โ
Lazarus shrugged. โI only make promises I intend to keep. I will rebuild Solaris to its former glory. And Iโll craft Evendell into the same for our offspring. The Fae here will throw themselves at my feet for what Iโll have built them. Whatย weย will have built them.โ
โAt what cost? Look at what your attempts here in Solaris have already done! All your finery and weapons and palaces with baths large enough to wash ten citiesโฆYour greed hasย ruinedย the realm. How can you not see how wrong it all is?โ I gestured at the banquet, the dancersโan entire celebration for reaping resources from innocent people.
Lazarus didnโt even balk. His eyes only skated over me, rife with pity. โIโm sorry thatโs how you see it.โ
I fought the urge to gouge at his eyes with one of my three forks. โGo for the snail fork. Sharpest prongs of the lot.โ
Nausea engulfed me.
He was inside my mind again. Which meantโ
Lazarus didnโt unleash his gloating, gleaming grin. He didnโt raise a full graying eyebrow in my direction. He only nodded once, confirming my fears before turning to the noble Fae across the banquet table in jovial discussion.
Lazarus had regained his lighte. And Iโ
I couldnโt feel anything yet, but I had no doubt Iโd recover my lighte tonight, too. It had been three days since my last harvesting. And I was getting stronger. Every time they took my essence from me, it was as if my body was so angry, so fueled by rage, it replenished itself that much quicker.
And Lazarus was the most calculating, shrewd monster Iโd ever met. Heโd planned patiently forย decadesย to wage war on his last living son so that he could ensure his win.
Heโd taken a dose of lighte just as mine had regenerated.
Which meant now we were both powerful enough to conceive a full- blooded heir. Heโd waited for the right moment like a toad eyeing a fat, fuzzy fly untilย snapโhe latched his tongue around his prize. And tonightโI understood with perfect clarity and mind-numbing horrorโthat prize, thatย harvest, wasnโt lighte.
It wasย me.