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Chapter no 12

All This Twisted Glory (This Woven Kingdom, 3)

โ€œGOOD GOD,โ€ DEEN BREATHED.

โ€œIs he dead?โ€ asked Miss Huda, peering at the king out of the corner of her eye, as if she were afraid to look at him.

Omid ventured a bit closer, leaning down to inspect the cretinโ€™s face. โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ he said softly.

โ€œAnd what of Alizeh?โ€ Miss Huda said with a cry. At the sound of her name, Kamran experienced a familiar shock of pain.

โ€œWhatโ€™s happened to her?โ€ the girl went on. โ€œWhere do you think sheโ€™s gone? That madman probably shipped her off to a dungeon somewhere โ€“โ€

โ€œThat seems unlikely.โ€ Hazan was stone-faced. โ€œThe dragon was heading west.โ€

โ€œA-And?โ€ Miss Huda faltered. โ€œAre there no dungeons in the west?โ€ โ€œDonโ€™t worry, miss,โ€ said Omid reassuringly. โ€œItโ€™ll be all right. Iโ€™m sure

weโ€™ll find her. Iโ€™m not sure how, exactlyโ€ โ€“ he dimmed โ€“ โ€œif the king is dead. Heโ€™s probably the only one who knows where she went.โ€

Deen dragged both hands down his face. โ€œDo you really think heโ€™s

dead? I feel terrible for the poor girl, but perhaps we should we run for our lives? Surely weโ€™ll be executed for this?โ€

โ€œExecuted?โ€ Omid turned to the prince, his eyes wide with fear. โ€œSire?โ€

They all turned to face him, and finally, Kamran spoke. โ€œIt wonโ€™t come to that,โ€ he said irritably.

โ€œCan you be sure, sire?โ€ Deen again. โ€œBecause historically โ€“โ€ โ€œOh!โ€ the boy exclaimed. โ€œOh, I think heโ€™s breathing!โ€

Deen went slack. โ€œThank heavens.โ€

โ€œIt does seem curious,โ€ Miss Huda mused, โ€œthat, despite the many faces pressed to the window, not a soul has stepped outside. I think if we were going to be tossed in the dungeons it mightโ€™ve happened already.โ€

Hazan was studying the palace windows, the many wide eyes peering down at them. โ€œYes, very curious,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œWhere on earth is the royal guard to defend their king?โ€

He walked over to Cyrusโ€™s fallen body, crouching to get a better look.

After a moment, he said gravely: โ€œHeโ€™s certainly not dead, though his health has deteriorated with astonishing speed โ€“ which is strange, as his wounds arenโ€™t terribly severe. His leg has stopped bleeding and the damage to his hand, while grotesque, is not enough to kill him. I canโ€™t imagine why heโ€™s lost consciousness.โ€

โ€œMaybe he fainted,โ€ offered Omid.

โ€œI doubt that,โ€ Kamran said darkly. โ€œHe doesnโ€™t seem the type to lose his head over a little mutilation.โ€

โ€œBlood loss, perhaps?โ€ suggested Deen.

Hazan, who was still inspecting Cyrus, said, โ€œNot quite enough blood lost, I would say. Though itโ€™s certainly possible.โ€

โ€œDid you see the way he used magic?โ€ asked Miss Huda, who was stepping cautiously closer to the king. โ€œThe way he made some of those

arrows justโ€ฆ disappear?โ€ A pause, while her brow furrowed. โ€œSpeaking of which: Has anyone else noticed that he seems to be rather frighteningly

magical? How do you think heโ€™s able to cast spells so easily?โ€

โ€œThe devil,โ€ said Kamran. โ€œNo doubt he and Iblees are fast friends. Iโ€™m sure his power is a consequence of selling his soul to darkness.โ€

โ€œIf thatโ€™s trueโ€ โ€“ her frown deepened โ€“ โ€œI wonder why he didnโ€™t use magic to spare himself of this moment now. Heโ€™s in a horribly vulnerable position. Just think: anyone at all might come along andโ€ โ€“ she made a

dramatic slicing motion with one hand โ€“ โ€œchop off his head.โ€

Omid giggled at that, and she giggled back, as if it were entirely the

etiquette to be making jokes at such a moment. Kamran turned away from the infantile pair, grimacing against the sharp blade of a fresh headache.

โ€œItโ€™s possible he was dealt a blow to the head in the descent,โ€ Hazan said quietly. โ€œIf heโ€™s suffering from an internal injury heโ€™ll need assistance at once. His situation is growing more uncertain by the moment.โ€

โ€œShall we let him die naturally, then?โ€ More from the excruciating Miss Huda. โ€œOr do you still intend to kill him?โ€ This she asked as she whipped around to look at Kamran. Three other sets of eyes turned in his direction.

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare,โ€ came Hazanโ€™s low warning. Kamran shot his old friend a hateful look.

The insipid king had fallen to the ground at his feet almost as if he were offering himself up to be killed. How easy it wouldโ€™ve been to drive a dagger through his throat; indeed Kamran shouldโ€™ve been thrilled โ€“ and yet he was nothing less than furious. He wanted the blackguard to get up and fight; what satisfaction could there be in impaling a corpse? Then again, the entire morning had been a tragic disappointment. First, Simorgh had abandoned them almost immediately after alighting; then, Alizeh had been discovered unconscious. Kamran had only just digested the revelation that she hadnโ€™t betrayed him when Cyrus came into view, and it had been the perfect opportunity. Heโ€™d been inches from victory. Inches from exacting

revenge upon the person responsible for the nightmare his life had recently become.

That Alizeh had tried to save the blighted king was hard enough to understand โ€“ but that Kamran had shotย herย instead โ€“

For a terrible moment he thought heโ€™d killed her. It wouldโ€™ve been a tragedy โ€“ he knew that, knew it in his soul โ€“ but he was nursing a quiet anger toward her, too. Anger that sheโ€™d intruded upon a private matter, anger that sheโ€™d taken the side of his oppressor, anger that sheโ€™d foiled his plans. To make matters worse, sheโ€™d now complicated things horribly: she was injured and missing, and would require a second rescue. Lord knew what Cyrus had done to her, sending her off on the back of yet another blasted dragon to some godforsaken place.

โ€œWhy shouldnโ€™t I kill him?โ€ said the prince ominously.

โ€œThe simple answer,โ€ said Hazan, โ€œis that Alizeh begged you not to.โ€

Kamranโ€™s expression grew only stormier. โ€œIs that all? You think I shouldโ€™ve let him live simply because she wanted me to?โ€

โ€œIs that not enough? You did as you pleased and nearly killed her in the process โ€“โ€

โ€œA terrible accident!โ€

โ€œAnd where is your remorse?โ€ Hazan demanded. โ€œWhy do you express no concern for her well-being โ€“ why do you remain preoccupied only with your own disappointments, when we came here with the express purpose of saving her โ€“โ€

โ€œI came here with one purpose.โ€ Kamran cut him off, his eyes flashing. โ€œAnd that was to avenge my grandfather.โ€

Hazan fell silent a moment. โ€œEven now?โ€ he said. โ€œEven after discovering your grandfather was wrong about her? Can you not relinquish your anger long enough to realize that Alizeh needs our help โ€“โ€

Kamran flinched. โ€œStop saying her name!โ€

โ€œMy humble opinion?โ€ Deen cleared his throat and lifted a finger. โ€œYou might consider killing the king now, Your Highness. It does seem a good opportunity. You could finish up, and we could fly straight home.โ€ He picked up a fallen arrow and offered it to Kamran as if he needed it โ€“ as if he didnโ€™t have any number of weapons concealed on his body. โ€œIf we move quickly, we might even be back in time for supper.โ€

โ€œBut Simorgh and her children are gone,โ€ said Miss Huda. โ€œAnd I suppose we havenโ€™t any way of knowing whether theyโ€™ll return โ€“โ€

โ€œAlizeh did not betray you!โ€ Hazan insisted, ignoring all this. โ€œShe was wrongly accused by both your grandfather and yourself. You had proof of

this today and still you persist in this attitude. Our focus now should be finding her โ€“ saving her โ€“ not wallowing in personal vendettas. How can you not see the damage youโ€™re doing?โ€ He shook his head. โ€œYour thirst for revenge has blinded you, Kamran.โ€

The prince clenched his jaw, darkness settling inside him. โ€œIย amย sorry

she was injured. Iโ€™m sorrier to have been the one to cause her harm. But she had no business interfering, and Iโ€™m no longer certain she needs saving.โ€

โ€œShe was just carried off on the back of a dragon!โ€

โ€œShe chose to protect him!โ€ Kamran shot back. โ€œShe took an arrow in the back for the bastard who nearly killed me! Perhaps you can imagine why Iโ€™m struggling to feel sympathy.โ€

โ€œI trust that she had good reason for acting as she did.โ€ โ€œAnd your blind faith is going to get you killed.โ€

โ€œWatch yourself.โ€ Hazanโ€™s eyes had gone flinty. โ€œYou speak of her as if sheโ€™s some capricious girl, and not the prophesied savior of my people. If

she didnโ€™t want you to kill him, Iโ€™m certain she had justification. She felt so

strongly that she pleaded with you โ€“ she physically turned down your bow and still you defied her wishes โ€“โ€

โ€œHerย wishes?โ€ Kamran all but exploded. โ€œAnd what of mine? What of my dead grandfather, my dead Diviners, my broken empire, my disfigured face โ€“โ€

โ€œOh, itโ€™s really not that bad, sire,โ€ Deen assured him. โ€œTruly, Iโ€™ve seen quite a number of disfigurations, and yours โ€“โ€

โ€œ โ€“ doesnโ€™t diminish your beauty at all,โ€ finished Miss Huda, nodding eagerly. โ€œIn fact, I think it suits you nicely โ€“โ€

โ€œWellย Iย think he looks ugly,โ€ Omid countered. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t think itโ€™s good to lie to him โ€“โ€

โ€œAre you raving idiots incapable of shutting your mouths for a single, bloody second?โ€ Kamran cried, his chest heaving with fury.

Both he and Hazan turned to look upon their audience, all members chastened save Miss Huda, who was staring slack-jawed at Kamran with a disappointment so severe it bore a resemblance to heartbreak.

She didnโ€™t move except to blink her devastated eyes at him, and in the proceeding silence Kamran realized she was waiting for an apology โ€“ an expectation so absurd it cemented in his mind the unnerving fear that the young miss was, in fact, delusional. He witnessed the moment her light went out โ€“ naive hope extinguished โ€“ before she finally spoke.

โ€œCome along, Omid,โ€ she said tightly, taking the boy by the hand. โ€œIโ€™m beginning to realize that princes arenโ€™t nearly as charming as Iโ€™d been led to believe.โ€ Then, more quietly: โ€œThis one, in particular, has fallen well beneath my expectations โ€“ which I fear were great, indeed.โ€

Kamran reeled at that, his chest heating once more with indignation. He was clearly in the throes of a wretchedness that encompassed his very soul โ€“ and this ridiculous girl had the audacity to focus only on her own feelings, and the temerity to accuse him of incivility? If only she knew the number of times honor alone had kept him from acknowledging aloud the many

indignities of her character. Sheโ€™d no idea the self-restraint heโ€™d already employed in her presence, and for his efforts he was granted no credit, only condemnation โ€“

โ€œItโ€™s clear weโ€™re not wanted here,โ€ she added with an arch of her brow. โ€œPerhaps we should see about procuring some breakfast.โ€

Omid frowned, even as he allowed the young woman to steer him away. โ€œI donโ€™t understand your meaning, miss โ€“ Iโ€™m sure the prince doesnโ€™t want

us to leave โ€“ but breakfast would be great, if Iโ€™m speaking honest. Iโ€™m starving.โ€

โ€œIโ€™d love a cup of coffee,โ€ Deen piped up, joining the others eagerly. โ€œYou were too harsh,โ€ Hazan said quietly to the prince. โ€œThey didnโ€™t

deserve to receive the brunt of your misdirected anger โ€“โ€

โ€œThey should learn to hold their tongues,โ€ Kamran snapped. โ€œThey talk too much. All of them.โ€

Hazan, too reasonable to deny a proven fact, only sighed in response.

A cool breeze pushed through the grounds then, morning sun recasting the grim scene in a dazzling flare of light. Kamran turned his face up to the sky, exhaustion and uncertainty plaguing him in equal measure. He felt no remorse for his earlier speech. He would not allow Miss Hudaโ€™s unwarranted feelings to affect his conscience. In fact, should the aforementioned idiots finally abandon him, he would beย delighted.

He turned his head to witness the three walking off with great conviction in no particular direction, Deenโ€™s voice carrying when he said โ€“

โ€œDo you think itโ€™s all right to leave the king lying there?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know, and I donโ€™t care!โ€ sang Miss Huda. โ€œIโ€™m no longer interested in the lives, deaths, and bloated heads of royalty. Iโ€™ve put up with enough snobbery in my life, I think, and Iโ€™ve just decided Iโ€™m quite done with it. Besides, I didnโ€™t come all this way to manage the tantrums of an overgrown child, I came here to help Alizeh โ€“ who, despite her apparent crown, never once spoke to me in such an insulting manner.โ€ She turned to her companions. โ€œDid Alizeh ever speak to either ofย youย in such an insulting manner?โ€

Kamran flinched at the repeated sound of Alizehโ€™s name, even as he listened to this exchange in mute astonishment.

โ€œNo, miss,โ€ said Omid with an eager shake of his head.

โ€œNo, miss,โ€ said Deen with an uncertain glance back at the prince.

He couldnโ€™t believe โ€“ย The nerve of her โ€“ย He never tolerated such

insolence from anyone, much less an ill-tempered, illegitimate miss of no distinction. Even Omid, whoโ€™d once tested his patience to the hilt, had quickly learned deference. That she would dare insult him and speak of him with such condescension, as if he were beneath her โ€“ and he, the impending king to the greatest empire on earth โ€“ Hell, it was his prerogative to have her banished from Ardunia forevermore should he choose to do so, and yet,

somehow, his bafflement was so complete he was unable to form the words necessary to express this outrage.

Very well.

His eyes narrowed. If this was how she wanted to proceed, he would

more than match her ire. Kamran was nothing if not masterful in the pursuit of vanquishing his rivals.

โ€œAh, thereโ€™s a fine lady coming toward us now,โ€ announced Huda. โ€œPerhaps sheโ€™ll know where we might find something to eat.โ€

At once Hazan took advantage of his stupor to step forward, shielding Cyrusโ€™s crumpled body from view. โ€œA final warning, Kamran,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œI donโ€™t take orders from you anymore. My queen issued a command to keep this fool alive and I will honor that, even if I donโ€™t understand it. Try to kill him, and youโ€™ll have to go through me.โ€

It was a moment before Kamran recovered himself, tearing his mind away from the horrors of Huda to this, the more present catastrophe, and when he did, disappointment dampened his fervor. โ€œOf all the scenarios I mightโ€™ve imagined,โ€ he said finally, โ€œI never thought youโ€™d stand against me in this. That you would defendย him.โ€

โ€œI never imagined I would, either,โ€ Hazan said with a long-suffering sigh. He dragged a hand through his hair before glancing again at the prone body of the southern king. โ€œAt the very least, I need him alive long enough to discover what happened to Alizeh โ€“ and what he did with her. Until such a time, he will remain under my protection.โ€

โ€œYou would really fight me?โ€ Kamran said, regaining a shade of his earlier temper. โ€œIf I challenged you now โ€“ youโ€™d be willing to die for him?โ€

โ€œForย her,โ€ Hazan corrected. โ€œWithout hesitation. Though you flatter yourself if you think you could best me in a fight. Youโ€™ve never truly known me, Kamran, and Iโ€™d hate for you to make my acquaintance only as you draw your final breath.โ€

The prince raised his eyebrows.

It was the way Hazan had said it โ€“ without arrogance or swagger โ€“ that gave him pause. In fact, Hazan seemed to mean the words sincerely, as if heโ€™d indeed regret a bloody conclusion to their friendship. Except โ€“

โ€œIf thatโ€™s true,โ€ said the prince, โ€œwhy didnโ€™t you fight back when the

guards dragged you away at the ball? If youโ€™re as capable as you claim, you mightโ€™ve saved your queen then.โ€

Hazan looked away. โ€œI should have.โ€

โ€œAnd yet?โ€

โ€œMy greatest failing that night,โ€ he said gravely, โ€œwas that I didnโ€™t anticipate Cyrus. Iโ€™d no idea another plan for her had been hatched

alongside my own; hell, I didnโ€™t even know Cyrus was in possession of herย name, much less a scheme to spirit her away. My own plans for the evening had been compromised; all I wanted was her safety and anonymity, and Iโ€™d hoped the distraction of my betrayal would afford her an opportunity to run.

Never did I imagine that in my absence sheโ€™d take her exit through the

palace wall, on the back of a Tulanian dragon. Never did I imagine sheโ€™d end upย here, in this godforsaken hell,โ€ he added angrily, meeting the princeโ€™s eyes. โ€œIโ€™ve gone through it in my mind dozens of times, hating myself more each time for failing her. Understand me now: I refuse to fail her again.โ€

The prince was silent as he appraised Hazan a moment more: the set to his jaw, the grim resolve in his gaze. โ€œI see that youโ€™re determined,โ€ he said finally. โ€œAnd Iโ€™ll grant you this one concession, Hazan, but never again.

You may keep him alive until your queen is found, but when the time comes for him to die, be certain that I will set the terms.โ€

โ€œSo thatโ€™s it, then?โ€

Everyone turned at the sound of the new voice. Kamran was surprised to discover a regal, older woman drawing carefully toward them. Her fiery hair color and glittering diadem left little doubt as to her identity, and though Kamran knew he should bow, or at least incline his head, he refused.

He only stared, stonily.

She nodded at him, unbothered by his silent disrespect, then at the others whoโ€™d circled back from their breakfast search, now frozen in various states of debasement. Omid had attempted a curtsy.

โ€œI am Queen Sarra,โ€ she said with a strange smile. โ€œAnd you must be Prince Kamran, of Ardunia.โ€ Carefully she cataloged his fresh scar, the

glittering vein of gold that split through his left eye. โ€œIโ€™ve heard a great deal about you, of course. My condolences.โ€

Kamran maintained his silence, though he was resisting an urge then to destroy something. That she might stand there and offer him condolences as if she were remarking upon the weather โ€“ and her ownย childย responsible โ€“

โ€œAre you quite certain,โ€ she said delicately, โ€œthat youโ€™re not going to kill my son?โ€

โ€œThere was a serious misunderstanding, Your Majesty,โ€ said Hazan, stepping forward. โ€œThe king appears to be unwell.โ€

She glanced at Cyrusโ€™s collapsed, bleeding body. โ€œI can see that.โ€

At this cold reaction, even Kamran frowned. The womanโ€™s son was half-dead on the ground, and she inspected him as if he were diseased. She was either demented or dangerously malicious; Kamran hadnโ€™t yet decided. When she continued to smile at him, he found himself leaning toward the former.

โ€œWell,โ€ she said, and took a sharp breath. โ€œI suppose you must all be tired from your journey. Do come inside. Breakfast is well underway.โ€

โ€œBreakfast?โ€ Hazan echoed.

โ€œBreakfast,โ€ Omid said eagerly, then hesitated. โ€œWaitโ€ โ€“ he stepped back โ€“ โ€œyouโ€™re not going to throw us in the dungeons, are you?โ€

Sarra tilted her head at the boy, then responded to him in his native tongue. โ€œYou speak Feshtoon, how lovely. And where are you from?โ€

Omid straightened to his full height. โ€œIโ€™m from Yent, of Fesht province, miss. I mean, Your Ladyship.โ€ Huda elbowed him and he squeaked. โ€œI mean โ€“ Your Majesty.โ€

The womanโ€™s eyes softened. โ€œMy mother was from Fesht,โ€ she said. โ€œI havenโ€™t been back since I was a little girl.โ€

โ€œForgive me,โ€ Hazan interjected. โ€œBut the king requires swift medical attention. Perhaps we should send for a surgeon, or a Diviner โ€“โ€

โ€œAre your parents still in Fesht?โ€ Sarra went on. โ€œOr did you move to the royal city with your family?โ€

Omid shot a nervous look at Hazan before answering the womanโ€™s question. โ€œMy parents are dead,โ€ he said, and in a gesture of respect for the deceased, he touched two fingers to his forehead, then to the air. โ€œInta sana zorgana le pav wi saam.โ€ย May their souls be elevated to the highest peace.

โ€œAs are mine,โ€ she said softly, mirroring the motion. โ€œInta ghama

spekana le luc nipaam.โ€ย May their sorrows be sent to an unknown place.

โ€œI โ€“ Thank you, miss.โ€ Omid ducked his head in acknowledgment and, after another nudge from Huda he added: โ€œI mean โ€“ Your Highness,

maโ€™am.โ€

Sarra appraised Omid a moment longer, her expression not unkind, then studied each of them with a shrewdness that sent Kamranโ€™s instincts into high alert. โ€œWelcome, all of you,โ€ she said. โ€œWhat an unexpected โ€“ but delightful โ€“ surprise. Please do join me โ€“โ€

โ€œIโ€™m afraid we must decline,โ€ said Kamran, issuing his first words to the woman. He was now certain beyond a doubt that she was mad; there was no chance heโ€™d be accompanying her anywhere.

โ€œBut, sire,โ€ said Omid, โ€œshe said there was breakfast โ€“โ€

โ€œI know the situation is unusual,โ€ said Sarra, her eyes sharp as she turned to Kamran, the smile on her face belying her next words. โ€œBut if you donโ€™t accompany me inside, there will be hell to pay. As you may recall, you came here this morning with the intention of murdering my son โ€“โ€

โ€œIt was not as it seemed, Your Majesty,โ€ Deen said nervously. โ€œMost of us meant no harm โ€“โ€

โ€œโ€“ and, having been unsuccessful, you think you might cut your losses and head home. Youโ€™ve failed to realize that you stand here now only

because of me, because of the amnesty I am willing to provide. You need not understand my motivations, but youย shouldย understand this: your

actions have been witnessed by all in the palace. Did you really think no

one would note the appearance of five legendary, magical birds in our sky? That no one would observe them alighting upon our land?โ€

Deen made a strangled sound.

โ€œVery clever of you, I should say,โ€ she added softly. โ€œThereโ€™s only one creature alive to whom dragons show such deference, else you never

wouldโ€™ve survived your descent onto the palace grounds. Though how you managed to secure the protection of Simorgh is a mystery I should dearly

like to solve.โ€ She narrowed her eyes at Kamran. โ€œI presume it has something to do with the fabled tale of your grandfather.โ€

โ€œOh, yes, miss,โ€ said Omid, โ€œit really is an amazing story โ€“โ€

Five heads swiveled at once in his direction, and Huda quickly clapped a hand over the boyโ€™s mouth. Kamran nearly swore aloud.

โ€œI see,โ€ said Sarra, whose anger appeared to spike in the silence that followed. โ€œYou intend to cling to your secrets until the grisly end. How unwise. But then I suspect you have no idea what kind of mayhem befell our home just last night, nor what devastation might befall us all if word

spreads that the Ardunian prince stormed our palace in an attempt to kill the king.โ€

โ€œWhen she puts it like that,โ€ Huda whispered, her hand falling away from Omidโ€™s face, โ€œitย doesย sound awful.โ€

โ€œHells,โ€ Deen breathed. โ€œI just wanted to meet Simorgh.โ€

โ€œHated as he might be in Ardunia,โ€ Sarra pressed on, โ€œthe Tulanian king is rather beloved at home. So unless you hope for our empires to go to war โ€“ or you wish to be murdered in the street โ€“ you will join me,โ€ she said through gritted teeth, โ€œfor breakfast.โ€

Kamran was still contemplating this shocking speech, and still contemplating his response, when Hazan interrupted angrily โ€“

โ€œHow can you stand there and monologue while your son lies bleeding on the ground? Your actions are so baffling as to confound the mind!

Maโ€™am, the king isย dying. I am asking you to call for help at once โ€“ before it is too late.โ€

To this outburst Sarra showed no reaction, never even glancing at Hazan. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the prince, her strange smile now bordering on manic. As he met her gaze, Kamran felt a bolt of dread move through him.

It was true: he had no idea what theyโ€™d just walked into. He had no idea what Alizeh had experienced during her time here; he didnโ€™t know who this woman was, what her intentions were, or where the devil Simorgh had gone. Heavens, but he needed her badly now.

More than that, he needed his grandfather. Heโ€™d even settle for a kind word from his mother.

With a start, Kamran remembered the envelope in his pocket โ€“ the one Hazan had earlier pressed into his hand. It suddenly seemed more important than ever that he make sense of the communication from his mother, and he resolved to find an excuse to be alone at the first opportunity.

โ€œVery well,โ€ he said, discreetly locking eyes with Hazan. It took this single look to confirm what they both understood: there was something deeply the matter with Sarra, and they should tread cautiously where she was concerned. โ€œWeโ€™d be honored to join you for breakfast.โ€

โ€œWonderful!โ€ she cried, clapping her hands together. Then, turning to Huda: โ€œSome things should be illegal for their offenses against the human eye, darling, and if youโ€™re to enter my home, Iโ€™m afraid youโ€™ll have to burn that frock.โ€ She appraised the girl a moment more, her brow wrinkling in distaste. โ€œIf you wear that abomination to dinner tonight, I might set it on

fire myself, and with you still in it.โ€

โ€œDinner?โ€ said Kamran, alarmed. โ€œWhen weโ€™ve yet to endure breakfast?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t โ€“ But itโ€™s the only dress I have โ€“โ€ attempted Huda, who was blushing fiercely.

โ€œYour Majesty, please โ€“โ€ Hazan tried again.

โ€œIย think you look real pretty, miss,โ€ insisted Omid, inching closer to the girl as if he might protect her. โ€œDonโ€™t listen to her โ€“โ€

โ€œDinner, of course,โ€ Sarra said, baring her teeth at Kamran in an unnatural smile. โ€œNeedless to say, you will all stay at the palace for the duration of your visit. What a fine show youโ€™ve put on just now, what a lavish gift it was for the royal household to glimpse the glorious Simorgh and her children! It was the viewing of a lifetime, one even the youngest

members of our staff will cherish forever. I should like to thank you for this spectacular performance โ€“ and for this unmistakable overture of friendship. How thoughtless of my son to try to catch a ceremonial arrow in his hand! And to think, most of our visitors merely offer us jewels.โ€

โ€œOh, for the love of โ€“โ€ Hazan cut himself off with a foul oath. He shot a final, disgusted look at the Queen Mother, stomped over to Cyrus, gathered up the kingโ€™s body, and hoisted him over his shoulders.

Kamran watched this happen with no small amount of astonishment. Cyrus was taller and broader than even he was โ€“ the deadweight of such a man would be extraordinary. He knew Hazan possessed immense Jinn

strength, but this was still a fairly new revelation, and Kamran marveled at the ease with which his old minister carried Cyrus now. Hazan pushed past

their small crowd, circumventing Sarra to hurry toward the closest entrance.

He tried the handle and, finding it was locked, bellowed a brief warning before kicking down the door.

It collapsed with an earsplitting crash.

Omid and Huda screamed. Deen muttered a faintย dear Godย under his breath. Even Kamran was stunned. He glanced at Sarra for a reaction, and she revealed nothing more than irritation.

โ€œYour king is injured!โ€ Hazan cried as he stepped over the threshold, and he was swarmed at once by harried servants. โ€œHe needs medical attention immediately โ€“โ€

โ€œKing Cyrus!โ€ a snoda cried.

โ€œI thought she said it was all a show โ€“โ€ โ€œDo you think โ€“?โ€

โ€œโ€“ been injured by accident โ€“โ€ โ€œBut the king never gets injured โ€“โ€

โ€œWhere is the surgeon?โ€

โ€œSomeone call for a Diviner!โ€

โ€œโ€“ said to never call for the Diviners โ€“โ€ โ€œHurry! Hurry!โ€

Kamran and the others hastened toward the scene, and the prince watched, transfixed, as Hazan was mobbed, many hands reaching up to

relieve him of the kingโ€™s weight. They carefully transferred Cyrusโ€™s body into their own arms before dashing off into the belly of the castle, a woman who was ostensibly the housekeeper trailing after them all, looking as if she might burst into tears.

Kamran couldnโ€™t help but compare this moment to one of his own: the night his grandfather had been murdered, when heโ€™d been bested by Cyrus and left broken and dying. When his mother had finally freed him from the binds of magical paralysis, sheโ€™d disappeared โ€“ and heโ€™d fallen to the floor. Not even a servant had been willing to step out of the shadows to come to his aid. In the end, only Omid had come to him; somehow, miraculously,

despite receiving nothing but unkindness from the prince, the former street child had saved his life. It had been an enormous gift โ€“ one Kamran still struggled to appreciate โ€“ but it was nothing like the reception Cyrus received now. The hated kingโ€™s servants appeared to truly care for him, which was so foreign a concept to Kamran it was difficult to accept as fact. It was also entirely at odds with the reaction the young man had received from Sarra, his own mother.

Kamran was studying the woman carefully now, sizing her up as he might an opponent on the battlefield. She was watching the scene unfold as if it were a great disappointment. Kamranโ€™s mother, for all her faults, had at least tried to help him in her strange way; Cyrusโ€™s parent, meanwhile, had done everything she could toย avoidย assisting her own child.

She shook her head, offered a fleeting smile to the prince, and said, โ€œWell, thereโ€™s always tomorrow,โ€ before stepping inside.

Kamran remained frozen in the doorway.

Indeed, he knew not what new horrors awaited him here.

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