Chapter 75
f I were not already sitting, my knees would have collapsed. How?
How, after everything I did to give us a better life, have we ended upI here?
When I finally find my voice, it is laden with desperation and disbelief. ‘Kay, you cannot be serious. He is … he’s old enough to be our father.
Closer to grandfather’s age, even.’ She shrugs like his age is of no concern. ‘But he is wealthy. A life with him would be secure. The baby and I would both be secure.’ I shake my head vehemently. ‘No, Kay. I forbid it. There has to be another way.’ She folds her arms and glares, looking impossibly young. Nothing more than a teenager having a strop. My heart breaks anew. ‘I thought you would be proud of me for dealing with my own problems. But no, precious little Kay can’t possibly make decisions about her own life!’ I baulk. ‘That is not what I meant.’ I try to take her hand but she jerks away from me. ‘You’re so young, Kay. You don’t need to tie yourself to an old man. We can find another way.’ ‘I don’t need you to find another way!’ she shouts.
I bristle, sitting back. ‘Please, Kay, you’re not thinking straight.’ ‘Yes, yes, I am thinking straight. You just never listen. You always have to barrel in and save me, controlling everything. You think I’m incapable of
doing anything for myself.’ ‘That’s not what I think!’ I snap. ‘Yes, yes, it is. You lie to me. You hide things from me.’ ‘Kay, I swear I only do the things I do to protect you.’
‘I’m an adult.’ ‘Only just,’ I mutter.
Her eyes glower. ‘I’m never going to grow up if you don’t give me a chance to, am I?’ I am struggling to believe the words spilling from her mouth. I kept her alive. Safe. And she’s punishing me for it. I can’t even find my voice as she barrels on. ‘How come all the other girls in the slums work in the dirtiest of jobs, and I’m just playing kindergarten teacher, Rose? I’ll tell you how come. It’s because you were paying people off, right? Paying tithes to Rula. Making sure I never ended up working in one of those places. Oh yes,’ she says at my sharp glance, ‘do you think I don’t know how things work? I still lived in the slums, Rose, no matter how much you tried to coddle me!’ My anger rises, hot and swift. ‘I was not coddling you, you idiot. I was protecting you! Stopping you from ending up selling yourself to the highest bidder. Though that is what you have ended up doing all the same.’ I instantly regret the words, and when the slap stings my cheek – delivered with a strength I can’t help but admire – I know it is wholly deserved. ‘I’m sorry,’ I breathe. ‘I didn’t mean it.’ I place my palm against the red heat of my skin as I close my eyes. ‘It’s … it’s just such a shock, Kay. I wanted so much more for you.’ I open my eyes and meet her gaze, pleading with her to understand. ‘I wanted everything for you. Choice. A love match, even.’ Her rigid shoulders soften just a fraction. ‘This is what I want. A life of security is what I want, and Artur can offer me that.’ I swallow down the lump that threatens to fill my throat. ‘And what about when he wants more, Kay? What about when he wants to use you that way too?’ She can’t quite squash the grimace that dances up to her lips. ‘It is expected, I suppose,’ she responds, as if the idea doesn’t make her very skin crawl. ‘I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.’ ‘No! Godsdamn it, Acacia. Over my dead body.’ ‘Well, it very nearly was, wasn’t it?’ she spits. ‘And still, you never once stopped to ask me what I want. You’ve spent so long protecting me, shielding me, but you’ve never even seen who I am. ’ ‘That’s not true, Kay,’ I say, stung. ‘I see you. I know you. More than any other.’
‘I don’t know if you do,’ she says slowly. ‘And I don’t know if I know you, either. I don’t know that person who beat a man close to death then killed him with a fucking rock.’ ‘He deserved it,’ I snarl. ‘He killed my friend. Tried to kill me!’ ‘But what gave you the right to dole out his punishment?’ ‘I was defending myself!’ She lets out a long sigh. ‘Rose, maybe Artur isn’t who I dreamed of marrying, but I deserve to have some choice in the matter. And it is my choice. This is what I’m doing. Choosing to marry him rather than to be stripped and cast out again.’ I drop my head into my hands. She’s right; it is her choice. But she’s making a bad one. I promised Mother I would look after her, and standing by and letting her ruin her life is not that.
Before silence has a chance to fall, the door creaks open. I ready myself to make whoever it is leave again, only to find myself face to face with Lord Lorathin himself. Portly, balding, and with a gleam in his eyes that I want to punch out of them. ‘Ah, Acacia, my dearest,’ he says, sliding up to Kay and slipping his hand around her waist in a proprietary manner that makes me want to vomit. ‘Have you told your sister the good news?’ Her stubborn mouth flashes me a smile even as I can see the anxiety shining within her eyes. She will do this. She will marry this old man just to prove a point, just to prove she doesn’t need me to solve her problems.
Maybe she’s right, and I don’t know her at all, because I never believed my sister would be so damned stupid.
I stand. ‘Just in case you wanted it, please know that you do not have my blessing, and I will do everything in my power to make sure this obscene wedding doesn’t happen.’ With my final words said, I whirl around and storm out of the antechamber, only to collide with the frame of a young man. Another ward of Lorathin’s who I’ve just thundered into with such force that he’s crashed into the wall and fallen on his ass. ‘William,’ I say contritely. ‘I’m sorry.’ I offer a hand to him and pull him back to standing. ‘It’s fine. Father told me to wait outside the room. Gosh, you are strong.’ He gives me an admiring look. ‘No wonder you won the Retterheld.
What you have done, it’s incredible. You must be so very, very proud. ’
‘Yes, I am, thank you.’ I extricate myself from his gentle grip. ‘I hate to be rude,’ I say, brushing past him, ‘but I must go.’ ‘Of course.’ He beams with fresh-faced innocence, the type I used to believe I saw in Kay. ‘I’m sure you have so many people to speak to.
Everyone is talking about you.’ I bet they are.
I give him a loose wave as I head into the ballroom, my intentions set. I will find Hew and force him to marry Kay. Even that popinjay is better than Artur, with that sick gleam in his eye. I scan the room, which is a swirl of silks and wine, all jewel tones and false laughter. And though Hew is my target, my gaze falls on another instead. ‘Rose!’ Kyor’s face lights up as he says my name, raising his hand ever so slightly to catch my attention, as if my eyes were not drawn to him like a magnet. The sight of him causes a pain to claw through my body, but Thea and her bullshit pale in comparison to the storm Kay has unleashed inside me.
Kyor’s warm hand rests on my waist and he smiles at me for just a heartbeat before it disappears. ‘What is it? What’s wrong, Thorn?’ ‘Hew. Fucking Hew. I need to speak to him. Now.’ The barest of sighs escapes his lips. ‘What has he done this time?’ ‘Kyor,’ I snap. ‘Hew! Find him.’ ‘Okay. I’ll grab him and we’ll meet you in the courtyard.’ As I stalk outside I realise that my green, plunging ballgown is hardly suitable for a meeting outdoors, yet whether it’s fury or the magic in my veins, the cold barely touches me. Hew will not get away with this. And I don’t care how mad at me Kay is. If she can face marrying a man like Artur, then she can marry a man she liked enough to fuck and ruin her life.
While Kyor strides into the courtyard, Hew skulks behind. The prince’s jaw is tight, anger thrumming from him. I think it’s safe to assume Hew told him about Kay’s pregnancy then.
Still, Kyor waits until they reach me and we have relative privacy before he whirls on Hew. ‘What the hell do you think you’re playing at?’ he demands.
Hew carries a glass of red wine, his lips already stained with it. I wonder how many drinks he’s had while he waited for my dramatic entrance. ‘Why are you so mad?’ Hew asks, looking genuinely perplexed.
‘What the fuck do you mean? Kay is Rose’s sister.’ Kyor gestures to me. ‘And?’ Hew frowns before his expression lightens and he laughs. ‘Oh, you’re joking? This is rich. You’re fucking the other sister?’ His laugh is enough to make me feel sick. ‘This is classic. I’m going to be honest, though. I think I got the hotter one.’ Kyor’s fists are clenched, and the static in the air is suddenly buzzing. If Hew doesn’t sober up fast, there’s a strong chance the prince will use his lightning on his childhood friend. Part of me wants to egg him on, but that won’t help Kay. I need Hew alive and unfried to marry her. To do the right thing.
I touch Kyor’s arm, silently asking for his patience. ‘You’ll marry Acacia,’ Kyor grinds out. ‘And acknowledge the baby.’ Hew laughs. ‘The fuck I will. My engagement is a political move, Ky.
Your father’s the one who arranged it. He told me who I’ll marry, and I said, “Yes, Your Majesty,” because I like living. You can’t undo it any more than I can.’ ‘What?’ Kyor looks genuinely surprised by this news. ‘How did I not know this?’ ‘I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve been off waging wars on the Torailian and riding that wolf of yours like a pony.’ Yup, he’s definitely plastered. The Morathkians haven’t been at war with the Torailians for decades, and to refer to Elska as a pony? It’s hard to believe he’s still standing. The static in the air hitches a notch higher. ‘Korvane gifted me a year of freedom before the shackles of marriage,’ Hew continues, ‘and I’ve been enjoying my year thoroughly.’ He downs a hefty mouthful of wine before slapping Kyor on the arm. ‘Look, you can’t really be mad about the Kultavaris thing. I was just taking a leaf out of your playbook.’ With a slight laugh, he goes to take another gulp of wine, only to find the glass empty. His face crinkles in confusion. ‘Well, this needs rectifying immediately,’ he says, turning on his heel and walking back into the palace like he hasn’t just dashed every single hope I had.
Hew won’t marry Acacia. He won’t acknowledge the baby. I feel sick.
And what did he mean by Kyor’s playbook? A terrified part of me already knows he’s talking about Thea. About how getting her pregnant was enough to see her stripped of her powers and thrown out of the High Hold, his problem erased. But is Hew talking about me, too? Is making women fall for him only to ruin them Kyor’s idea of fun? It’s with panic that I recall
his response to finding out I was on the dealun seed tonic. Was I wrong to assume the reaction was jealousy? Was it actually because I disrupted his plans to ruin me? Is Kyor no better than Hew ?
He has to be. I need him to be. There has to be another explanation for
all this. ‘Kyor,’ I whisper. ‘We’ll fix this,’ he promises rashly. ‘Somehow.’ With no more words to say he leans in, ready to press his lips to mine, and for a split second I consider backing away. But I don’t. I need this kiss.
Because I need to believe in him. Believe in us. That what we have is real.
As I let my body lose itself in the moment, the kiss grows deep and desperate. His hands tangle in my gown as he pulls me closer, only for a throat to clear behind us. ‘Well,’ Korvane Knavin drawls, ‘this is not where I expected to find the two most important people at the ball.’ I watch Kyor’s cheeks pale as he turns to face his father, his arm still around my waist. ‘I’m glad to find you two here,’ Korvane says, a dark smirk curling his lips. ‘Alone. You see, I’ve heard some quite concerning rumours about the pair of you, and it appears they were correct.’ The smile drops lightning fast, and in its place is pure threat. ‘It ends now.’ Panic surges through me, but I snuff it out. I know why Korvane wants this to end. But that’s only because he doesn’t know the truth. ‘I know why you think we can’t be together,’ I tell him. ‘Because I’m the Queenkiller’s daughter, right? But I’m not, am I?’ I look at Kyor and will him to tell the truth. ‘Kyor,’ I entreat, ‘tell him. Tell your father what happened that night, how my mother could do nothing more. Tell him how she did nothing wrong.’ My breath trembles in my lungs as Kyor wets his lips. But no words come out. No confession is spilt. ‘Kyor?’ His name is barely audible on my lips, and a deep laugh escapes the king as he watches on, a casual ball of fire dancing between his hands. ‘Miss Kultavaris,’ he begins. ‘Lady Kultavaris!’ I snap, because no matter what, at least I have that.
He inclines his head. ‘Lady Kultavaris,’ he corrects without missing a beat. ‘You have received a great gift indeed. As the Goddess has seen fit to raise you back from your position in the slums, it is clear that she deems
your punishment complete, and so it is.’ His eyes narrow. ‘But I did not err with my judgement, and my son didn’t lie that night,’ he growls. ‘My son would not lie, not to me. Not to the king. Because to deceive the king is to defy the crown, and to defy the crown is to betray the realm. And if the Crown Prince lied to me, well, then that would be treason, and I wouldn’t have a son at all. And whatever power and wealth he was set to inherit would be gone, just like that.’ The ball of fire in his hands leaps up, the flames suddenly big enough that we can both feel their deadly heat.
Just as suddenly as it flared, the fire is gone, winked out of existence in a moment. Korvane continues, ‘As for his role in the north of the land, he would be stripped of that. And the men and women who serve him there …’ He holds my gaze for a moment longer before looking at Kyor. ‘Well, I am sure they would fare perfectly well under other leadership, don’t you think my son? Yes, the punishment for lying to the king, even for a child, would be great. So, boy, is there anything you want to tell me?’ Kyor’s eyes lower slightly, and his hand drops from my waist.
The king nods with satisfaction. ‘As I thought. Come, Kyor. You have duties to attend to.’ Kyor steps away from me, and he rips my heart out as he leaves without a backward glance, the skin on my waist still warm from his touch.
Korvane’s satisfied smile burns into my memory as everything I’ve built crumbles around me.
My knees threaten to buckle, and yet I stay standing. The same way I have always stayed standing, whether that be through death, the deprivation of the slums, or the trials the Retterheld has thrown at me. Not once did I break. Not once did I fall and fail to rise again. And today, my day, will not be the first time I do so.
The monsters of Wrohelm may be the same as they always were, but I have a whole new set of teeth.
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