The Zoya Chronicles Boxed Set

by Kate Sander

  She heard Tory say, “I’ll kill him for breaking her heart.”

  “Things may not be as they seem,” said the low gruff voice of Ujarak.

  She waited until she was sure they had gone. She set out breakfast and tea. The tea went cold, the breakfast forgotten. She just sat staring at his chair across the table from her.

  Crushed. Confused. And terribly lonely.

  “Senka,” she heard Eli knock softly as he called. “Senka we’re all worried about you. Can I come in?”

  She rose and opened the door and went back to sit at the table. Only Eli entered. The others hovered a hundred feet away, ready to spring to action any moment.

  Eli noticed the uneaten food and cold tea at the table. Senka didn’t acknowledge his presence and just slouched back in her chair. Elie restarted heating water for tea, silently. They didn’t need to talk, she just needed to know he cared.

  They sat together for a while, Senka staring at her tea going cold, Eli slowly sipping. He was devastated watching her. Jules had been a great guy. Why he would leave her, why he would leave all of them?

  Another soft knock on the door. Eli looked at her questioningly and she nodded. Eli rose and opened the door. Tory and Ujarak walked in.

  “Honey,” Tory said, “There was a raven that landed in the clearing. I think it was looking for you. I got the letter from it and it’s addressed to Prisoner 613. I thought it could be you. We don’t have anyone who goes by that here, so I figured…” she drifted off and shrugged.

  Senka leapt up and grabbed the letter from her hand. She opened it greedily and the first thing her eyes focused on was the single, dark drop of dried blood in the bottom right side of the page. Her stomach lurched.

  Senka read the letter three times, then dropped it and ran outside. Violently wretching, she threw up. Then she walked back inside and saw the three hovering over the letter, reading it together.

  “All is lost,” she signed. “Get out of my house.”

  Tory set the letter on the table and they left, Eli looking back with sad eyes as he closed the door.

  Senka went to bed, and hugging the blankets, sobbed. She had failed.

  All was lost.

  27

  Queen Anita

  It had been a week since the vicious beating. The Queen hadn’t left her chamber, King Armend wouldn’t allow it. Judith, her handmaiden, had brought her food and water. The servants had cleaned her room, they seemed to know what had happened and gave her pitying looks. The Queen pretended not to notice and she just stared silently out the window. Judith smuggled the letter out of the room and had assured the Queen, with tears in her eyes, that she had gotten it to a raven and she had watched it leave the city.

  Judith had also smuggled some herbs in for healing. The King was angry, and had prohibited any pain relief or healers. The Queen had thanked her and gave her a rare hug. Judith had sobbed into her shoulder and ran out.

  That was six days ago. Judith and the Queen had regained their composure and had been civil and distant as usual. The Queen was sitting at her vanity, the new one servants had brought in. She was trying to cover the bruising on her face.

  “If that bastard thinks he is going to keep me a prisoner in my own city he’s dumber than he looks,” she said to her reflection. She was planning to go to the council meeting. Pity was crippling, so she had to look perfect. She carefully applied some cream the same color as her face. An import from Carabesh, it came in handy to cover bruising. From her husbands, mostly. “You sure know how to pick them.”

  The cream couldn’t do anything for the deep dark bruising around her neck. Not without trying, she thought. She chose a high collared green dress for the occasion and was pleased to see it covered the bruising. She heard a knock at the door. She was wary as it was too early for Judith to be bringing her food.

  “Yes?” she called from behind the locked door.

  “The King requires your presence.”

  Sebastian’s voice. That snivelling ass-kisser.

  “Well you can tell the King to go fuck himself,” she yelled through the door, “If he still can,” she added. His cold laugh concerned her.

  “He thought you might say that,” Sebastian said, “That’s why he has Judith locked up. He charged her with treason, saying that she let someone into the house without permission. If you want her out of prison, you will come to the main suit and talk with your husband.” He made sure to emphasize husband.

  “Shit,” the Queen muttered. “You’re lying. Only I have power over Judith as she is my servant. Even Intelligence wouldn’t allow Armend to lock her up. You’d never get away with it,” she yelled.

  “Maybe,” came Sebastian’s reply, “But are you willing to take that chance?”

  Got me there, she thought. “Tell him I’ll be down in a minute,” she said to Sebastian.

  “I have been instructed to escort you. We wouldn’t want you to get lost.”

  “I know my way around my damn house!”

  “I must follow my master’s instructions,” came the reedy reply.

  “Fine, have it your way. Give me a minute.”

  She went and found the silver dagger Judith had smuggled to her a couple days before. She hid it in her dress and made sure she could draw it easily but that it was unseen. A last check in the mirror. All bruising was covered. Holding her head high, she walked to the door. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, fulling expecting Armend and Sebastian to charge the door.

  She didn’t know if she could take them both out, even with the hidden knife. Fuck it, she thought and unlocked and opened the door.

  Sebastian was standing there in his usual black outfit, unreadable expression on his face. “My lady,” he said, offering her his arm.

  She strode by him, ignoring the offer. He shrugged and followed her. They were silent for the walk to the main lounging suit.

  The Queen strode through the doors and didn’t notice where Sebastian disappeared to. Her husband was sitting on a couch, reading a book and sipping wine. Probably wasting the good vintage. He looked well. He had probably had the best healers and herbs at his disposal. Hell, even his nose seemed straight.

  She strode into the room and sat in a chair opposite him.

  “You look well,” she snarled.

  “My dear, why the hostility?” came the smooth reply. He marked the page in his book and put his wine down. When she just stared at him, he continued, “I feel as though we had a misunderstanding last week and I would like to make amends.”

  “Pretty sure I understood,” she sneered, “You can’t get laid any other way so you have to force it. Pretty simple really.”

  He reddened. “That, my dear, is not the case.”

  She laughed in his face, “Yes, it is. Tell me a time when you didn’t force or pay.”

  His face went even redder, “That is not your concern,” was his stiff reply.

  She knew she was playing with fire when she roared with laughter, but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t live in fear. She fully expected not to survive this encounter anyway. Wiping her eyes she said, “Well, enough about your pitiful dick size. What do you want?” Reaching across the table, she took his wine. She took a sip, staring at him over the rim of the glass.

  Armend’s eyes narrowed, “The council has been asking questions, and I wanted to ensure you were prepared today. I also wanted to ensure you were on the same side as me on some specific issues.”

  “I can assure you I’m not on your side on any issue,” she said, sipping his wine.

  “I will kill Judith if you don’t comply.”

  “Kill her,” she said venomously. She mentally cried out to Judith and apologized, her heart broke as she said the words, but she kept her voice steady. “She’s a servant. What do I care about what you do to her?”

  The Queen knew she was in danger. Armend simply stared at her, muscles tense, jaw clenched. And he stayed dead silent.

  Suddenly, the door to the chamber opened
, and Intelligence walked in. She carried a long silver knife and she had a crooked smile on her face.

  The Queen jumped up and the wine spilled on the floor, “What is the meaning of this? You dare enter without my permission? Sister you overstep!”

  Intelligence laughed, a high pitched cackle, “Sister! So you remember that, do you? Your disgust and disregard for me since I returned to Solias made me question if you even recognized me.”

  The Queens face blazed red, “Of course I recognized you,” she spat angrily. “When you sauntered into that first council meeting my heart stopped and I was crushed in disappointment.”

  It was Intelligence’s turn to redden, “Of course,” she yelled, all composure lost, “I’ve always been a disappointment to you! I was a disappointment to everybody, you and mom and dad. You couldn’t get me out of that house fast enough. The trials couldn’t come fast enough. Mom and dad just wanted me clear so their perfect little angel could marry the prince and vault them up the social ladder.”

  The sisters were facing off in the sitting room, chests heaving. One, tall and beautiful with perfect long brown hair. The other, short and scrawny with coarsely chopped blonde hair. Both with fiery blue eyes. Intelligence still had the knife pointed at the Queen, but it appeared to be forgotten.

  The Queen balled her fists at her sides and said in a dangerously quiet voice, “You little brat.”

  Intelligence blanched and stared. No one had ever talked to her like that, “I am the Head of Intelligence and the youngest on the council,” she yelled, spittle flying. “I demand respect!”

  It was the Queen’s turn to laugh, a cold high laugh, so close to her sister’s, “Leave it to you to demand respect while giving none. How dare you think of our late parents like that, let alone speak it out loud. Leave it to you to twist the truth so you are the victim. Do you remember anything of the truth? Or did the Sun Gods warp you so much that you can’t recall facts?”

  “I can recall enough,” Intelligence had found her voice again, “I can recall that you were always the favorite. I figured it out early that our parents only had me so you didn’t have to go to the trials. They had their perfect little girl who they didn’t want to give up, so they had to have another kid when they realized you were going to be sent away. It’s a good thing I came around when I did or you would have had to go.”

  The Queen looked at Intelligence, as if for the first time. She felt the rage seep out of her.

  Intelligence didn’t understand. She could handle the rage and passion from her sister, she had been prepared for that. But the look of compassion her sister gave her caught her completely off guard. She felt her own rage start to ebb.

  “So you don’t remember? Or maybe it’s my fault because you were so young and you just can’t remember?” The Queen spoke quietly, as if to herself. Intelligence watched her intently, barely breathing, pulse beating in her neck.

  “I want you to do me a favor and believe me,” the Queen said looking at her sister’s blue eyes, “I know you don’t think you owe me anything, but do me this one favor before you kill me.” Intelligence looked at the knife pointing at the Queen. She looked back up and nodded, but she kept the knife where it was, pointed straight at the Queen’s heart.

  The Queen nodded, took a breath, and started, “Mom and dad couldn’t have kids after me. At least they had a really hard time. I was eight when you were born. We were fully prepared for me to go to the trials and spare you from any fate. The three of us wanted you free from the start. Then a funny thing happened. I had caught the eye of a boy of around the same age.” The Queen looked pointedly at Intelligence, “The Prince and I had started becoming friends.

  The Queen continued, “I was almost ten, you were two and just so cute. You were the light of my life. I was preparing myself to join the Sun Gods when our mother came up with a plan.” From the corner of her eye she saw Armend lean forward in his chair. “Mother decided that I should marry the Prince and try to manipulate him in to getting rid of the Exalted, getting rid of the one child from every family rule, and ultimately getting rid of the Sun Gods.”

  Intelligence stared at her sister, stunned. She didn’t want to believe her, but something in the Queen’s tone had her convinced.

  The Queen continued, her eyes glazed, trapped in the past. “I didn’t believe her. Sure the Prince had taken an eye to me but I really didn’t enjoy his company. We mostly played together because father made me. When I told mother how disgusted I was with the proposition of marrying that oaf, she told me that it would be my sacrifice for the family. That if you were to ever be free, I had to do this and it had to be soon. That was our mistake,” She focused in on Intelligence again, “We thought it would be easy to change the rule. It wasn’t”

  Intelligence spoke softly, her hands shaking, “Do you remember that day in the garden? It was the day before your wedding day. I couldn’t figure out why you were so sad.”

  The Queen smiled sadly, “Yes that part was selfish of me. I was sad because I was giving up my future and it had taken too long. The King wouldn’t give his approval until his son was eighteen. That left only a year or so for me to change the law before you were ten. I knew I couldn’t do it. Our parents had gambled and lost, so they were going to lose both their children.”

  “That was the memory I held on to during the trials. When we laughed and played in the garden before you went away. I always remembered how you were sad then I made you smile.”

  The Queen smiled, “I forget what you said. But you were always the only one who could cheer me up. And I remember laughing in the garden, playing in the leaves.” She looked down in sadness again, “I tried,” she whispered, “Oh god forgive me, I tried.” A tear glistened down her pale cheek. She put her face in her hands and wept.

  Stunned, Intelligence didn’t know what to do with the information. “I joined the council cause of you,” she said suddenly. “I wanted to come back and protect you. I had a talent for pushing emotion down and blocking it off from the rest of me. And then I started to show a talent for hurting people.” Intelligence looked up, “I used it to get back. I just wanted to get back, so I did terrible things. I wanted to get back to look after you. Then I walked into that room and the look you gave me... I couldn’t handle it.”

  “I saw the monster my ineptitude had created,” said the Queen, wiping her face. Some cream wiped off and Intelligence saw a dark blue bruise on her sister’s jaw.

  “It killed both mom and dad, you being in the trials. I had gotten the Exalted disbanded, at least I thought I had, until you sauntered up. I lost the sweet girl, the only one who could make me laugh, because I wasn’t smart enough to get that fat oaf of a husband to go against his precious uncle.”

  The Queen shook her head, revealing dark blue bruising along her neck as well. Anger boiled over. Speechless, Intelligence stared at her sister. The Queen looked back at her then hung her head, ashamed. Intelligence and the Queen both turned towards Armend.

  Neither saw Sebastian slinking from the shadows towards the Queen.

  “Kill her,” Armend said to Intelligence, “That was your part of deal. It’s not my fault you don’t want the reward anymore. That was always the deal.”

  Shocked, the Queen looked at Intelligence questioningly.

  Intelligence shook her head.

  “KILL HER!” Armend yelled. The shock of his voice caused Intelligence to raise the tip of the knife a little.

  The Queen felt someone shove her hard from behind.

  28

  Rosie

  Intelligence stared at Armend. She had forgotten all about him in the room. It had been just her and Anita. Her soul was rocked. Her sister had married a man she didn’t love, let alone like, to try to save Intelligence from the trials.

  Those bruises… What had her sister gone through at the hands of her new husband? It must have been terrible. For all these years she had blamed her sister for everything, and it wasn’t her fault. Guilt was rising in her
throat. She wanted to puke.

  “KILL HER!” Armend yelled, and the sudden noise snapped her out of her reverie. She had forgotten about the knife in her right hand, and it jerked up in surprise.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw her sister lurch forward and fall. Strange, Intelligence thought, Annie never falls. It happened in slow motion. Annie fell towards her and Intelligence reached with her left hand to help stop her fall. Annie gasped. She must have twisted her ankle, Intelligence thought dumbly. Something hot and wet dribbled down her hand. Odd. I must have cut myself on the knife.

  A sudden intake of breath from Annie that sounded like a gurgle snapped everything back into real time. Intelligence looked down and saw her hand around the hilt. Everything was covered in blood, with only the hilt was exposed. The rest of the knife was imbedded in Annie’s stomach, right below the chest. Intelligence could tell by the dark red blood that it was fatal.

  Annie slouched and trembled and Intelligence caught her weight and lowered them both slowly to the ground. She held Annie’s head on her lap. Her beautiful brown hair flowed over Intelligence’s robes. Intelligence didn’t notice everything darkening with blood.

  “No!” Intelligence choked, “No Annie no!” She was sobbing, brushing the hair from her sisters face, “No no no no no!” she could barely see due to her tears.

  The Queen gasped, short quick breaths. She raised her hand to Intelligence’s cheek and whispered with a trickle of blood coming from her mouth, “Oh Rosie. I found you. You’re home.” Her hand fell, leaving her blood on Rosie’s cheek.

  Her blue eyes went dark.

  Rosie cradled her sister’s head and sobbed, “No Annie, no.” She wasn’t Intelligence anymore, she was Rosie. That little girl of ten terrified to leave her family and her sister. Her best friend. She didn’t hear Armend yell for the guards. She didn’t hear them arrive. She didn’t hear Annie’s servant girl walk into the room and scream. Annie’s bright eyes were dead, and it consumed her soul. It was only when they grabbed her arms that she started struggling.