Rafe was silent.
“And what about after you finally get married, what then? I will not be your dirty little secret. I will not let you treat me like some tart,” I said, trying very hard to keep my voice under control.
He looked more confused. “Tart? What kind of tart?”
If I were not so angry, I would have laughed. “Not that sort of tart, silly,” I stormed, but in a whisper because I didn’t want anyone to hear us. “I won’t be your mistress or girlfriend on the side, or whatever you were planning. I won’t do that.”
Rafe looked upset for a moment, but he soon composed himself and had that charming smile back on his face. “I never asked you to be my mistress, Aurora. I would never presume to do so. I am sorry I offended you. What can I say? I lost my mind for a moment. And as for the feelings I have for you, well, there is nothing we can do about that. You are right; we can never be together. I am betrothed, and nothing I can do will change that.”
I clutched my skirt in my sweaty hands and stared at him.
His gray eyes shimmered in the moonlight as he gazed at me for one heart-wrenching moment. “I guess this is goodbye.”
Rafe bowed briefly and took my heart with him as he walked away along a starlit path and into the autumn night, leaving me standing confused and alone in the moonlit gardens of the Summer Palace.
The Council
The next day, I lazed about in bed the whole morning, nursing my broken heart. Since I didn’t want to meet anyone, I ate in my room.
Finally I pulled myself from my slump and dressed in a pale-gray silk dress with a high collar and long sleeves. I wanted to be dressed properly, as I was to meet with the Eldorean council. The king was going to announce that he supported my claim to the throne of Illiador, and Uncle Gabriel had said that there was to be a meeting to discuss the upcoming war.
Would Rafe be at the council meeting? I hoped so. If I had any sense, I would stay away from Rafe, but the thought of never seeing him again was too upsetting to even consider.
I stepped out of my room. “I’m ready.”
There were two guards posted outside my door, and I felt a bit like a prisoner, even though Aunt Serena had said that they were only there for my protection. One of the chain mail–clad guards grunted a response and gestured for me to follow them.
Two footmen in blue-and-white livery opened the huge double doors to the council chamber, and the guards posted themselves on both sides of the massive entry. Did I have to enter alone? I hesitated a moment, but I didn’t want to let everyone know how scared I was. I had to meet the council, the lords of Eldoren; they, along with the king, would decide my fate. If Eldoren refused to accept my claim to the throne of Illiador, then I would have nothing: no army, no kingdom, probably no life.
Even if I did manage to stay one step ahead of Morgana, what would my life be like? I would have to run and hide forever. I would never be able to have a family, as they would be constantly under threat from Morgana. This was the only way. Even if I didn’t end up as queen, Morgana had to be stopped.
I entered the room slowly, dragging my feet so I had some time to look around. The council chamber was a huge, bright room overlooking one of the inner courtyards of the palace. Benches rose in tiers on two sides where the lords of the council sat, and the king was seated on a raised platform facing me.
The Marquis of Greystone was there, as was Lord Rothguard, my father’s friend. Uncle Gabriel sat next to two extremely old lords who didn’t look like they could even stand, let alone hold a sword. I noticed, much to my dismay, that the Duke of Blackwater, Damien’s father, was also on the council. Leticia’s father, the Earl of Glenbarry, was among the gathered lords. These were the people who would decide my fate. I noticed one chair closest to the king was empty. Was that meant to be for Rafe?
Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?
I stopped in front of the benches as everyone ceased talking and turned to scrutinize me. Lords Rothguard and Greystone smiled at me reassuringly. Aunt Serena told me that I didn’t have to curtsy anymore. I was royalty, and no one would follow a queen who bowed to others.
“Let us proceed,” said the king loudly so everyone could hear. “We are pleased you are alive, Princess Aurora. And Eldoren would like to offer you our support against the forces of Morgana.”
The Duke of Blackwater stood up. “If I may, Your Majesty.” He shot dark eyes toward me. “How can we be sure that this person is indeed the Princess Aurora? Last I heard, Morgana massacred the whole family and all of Azaren’s friends and supporters. She could be a shapeshifter sent by Morgana herself to find out our plans. She may even be an assassin, Your Majesty.”
I snorted very inelegantly at this. “Assassin, oh, please!”
Uncle Gabriel, who had remained quiet until now, stood up. “I have inspected her myself, Devon,” he said to the Duke of Blackwater, “but if you are not satisfied with my word, would you like the princess to remove her amulet and show you who she really is?”
The Duke of Blackwater didn’t look too pleased at his answer. “You saw what she did to my son in Evolon.” He pointed his bony finger at me. “She is a monster and should be locked up.”
“It was a mistake,” I interrupted. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
The Duke of Blackwater ignored me. “All we know for sure is that she is a rogue fae-mage and wears the amulet of Auraken.” He glared at Uncle Gabriel. “That doesn’t prove her to be Azaren’s daughter.”
I wiped my sweaty hands discreetly on my dress. I was getting worried. What if they refused to support me because of what I had done? After all, Damien was from an important noble family, and now it looked like many people were actually scared of me. I wanted to be liked, not feared, and I didn’t particularly like being called a monster. But I figured no one wanted an episode like what had happened at the test in Evolon. Everyone had now heard about it, and the whole city was abuzz with the news that I was alive and well and here at the palace.
“Well, she does look a lot like Azaren,” said the king, eyeing me. “And Morgana too, actually.”
Suddenly the doors swung open, and Rafe sauntered in. I tried to look away, but I lost that battle quickly. He was dressed casually in tight breeches and high leather boots; his sword hung from his belt at his side. He wore a sleeveless leather doublet belted over a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up. His shirt was open at the neck, and he looked heartbreakingly handsome.
“Good morning, Your Majesty, Your Grace,” Rafe said as he nodded to his father and Uncle Gabriel, taking his place beside the king. He looked at me as he sat down; for a second, our eyes locked, and I quickly looked away.
“Where have you been? The council meeting started a while ago,” said the red-faced king to his seemingly wayward son. “And what are you wearing? Have I not made it a rule that you must dress formally for council meetings?”
“I was detained, Father,” Rafe drawled. “I did not have the time to change.”
The king didn’t look pleased, but he must have decided this was not the time or place to fight with his son, and he looked away. “Now, where were we? Ah yes, Princess Aurora is to be given the full support of the council and its combined forces. If and when Morgana attacks, we must be ready. I want all your troops prepared for an invasion; every last soldier must be alert. Professor Dekela has assured us of the support of Evolon and all his warrior-mages as well as the healers.”
The Duke of Blackwater, realizing that his objections had been dismissed, quickly sat back down in his chair.
“If I may, Your Majesty?” piped in the Earl of Glenbarry. “How can we be certain that the princess can control her powers? We all heard about what happened at the academy, and I have it on high authority that she lost control of her magic. How can we be sure this will not happen again inside the palace? It would put many innocent lives at stake, like my dear daughter—soon to be your daughter-in-law.”
Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “I do not think the princess wi
ll pose a problem, Glenbarry. As long as she has the amulet on, her powers are in control. But if you feel so strongly about the safety of your dear daughter, maybe you should let her stay at Glenbarry House in the city instead of here at the palace.”
“No, no, Your Highness,” said the pompous Earl of Glenbarry, sitting back down in his seat. “I am sure you will see to it that my dear Leticia will be safe.”
Rafe did not answer and chose to ignore his soon-to-be father-in-law.
“But what if she decides to take the amulet off again?” said one feeble old lord with a long, white beard and a balding head, who looked like he had just woken from his slumber. “There are many who now fear her, and many who feel that she should not be here in the palace, at least until she has mastered the use of all her powers.”
Uncle Gabriel got up from his seat and addressed the old lord. “Are you afraid of a sixteen-year-old girl, Lenard?”
“No, no, of course not,” sputtered Lenard, “but there are many who—”
Uncle Gabriel ignored the old lord and turned to face the king. “Your Majesty! Princess Aurora will not be a threat in the least. You have my word.”
“And that is quite enough, as far as I am concerned.” The king gave the Duke of Silverthorne a pointed look as he adjusted the heavy crown resting precariously on his head.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” said Uncle Gabriel, giving the king a short bow.
King Petrocales glanced around the room. “Well, if that is all, we have many other things to discuss with the council. Aurora, you may leave. You are free to do as you wish; stay within the palace grounds and you will be safe.”
I nodded and withdrew from the room. They hadn’t even let me get a word in. But I preferred to keep to myself for now. There was no need to tell them what I was thinking. I decided to let them think that I was meek and easily moldable. When the time was right, I would show them who I really was, and God help anyone who tried to stand in my way.
I wandered around a bit and walked through the tiered gardens of the Summer Palace, down flowering paths and mossy steps, to the very edge of the white cliffs that plunged like huge white walls into the sapphire depths of the Stardust Sea.
I inhaled deeply. The smell of the salt air and sea wind took me back to happier times when my adoptive parents would take me on vacations to a little shack we had on the seaside. When I thought of them, my heart still ached from my loss. They may not have been my real parents, but they loved me like a daughter, and frankly, they were the only parents I had ever known.
Now that life seemed so far away, almost like a dream, I had finally accepted that Avalonia was my home and Illiador was my birthright. My aunt had stolen it and betrayed my parents in a horrible act of treason, and now it was up to me to see that my parents’ legacy did not die with them. I was going to be seventeen in a few days, and it was time I grew up and faced my responsibilities. It was up to me now to do what was expected of me, to do my duty, and to do what was right.
I sighed and turned to leave, when strong arms gently enveloped me from behind. I was momentarily startled, but I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. I would know him anywhere.
Rafe leaned forward and brushed my cheek with a soft kiss, his hard body pressed against mine. I didn’t pull away, even though I wanted to. Just being in his arms again made me feel like everything was right with the world. I couldn’t understand the connection between us. I didn’t want to feel this way because I knew it would ultimately lead to heartbreak, mainly mine. But I couldn’t help it. I was in love with him, and nothing he said was going to change that.
I leaned back on his broad chest and rested my cheek on his arm. We stood like that for a few minutes, not saying anything, just looking out at the vast sea.
Finally Rafe broke the silence.
“I am sorry about last night.” His voice was gentle and sincere. “I shouldn’t have left you in the gardens and walked off.”
“It’s all right,” I said, still not looking at him. “It’s better this way anyway. You and I can never be together. In a few days, I will be going to Elfi, you will get married, and we will probably never see each other again.”
He turned me around to face him. “I wish I could change the way things are, but I cannot. Do you have any idea how many nights I have thought of you and wished that our circumstances were different?” He gazed into my eyes. “I have tried to stay away from you, but I can’t. I even went away for a while, hoping that I would be able to forget about you, but all I could think about when I was gone was when I would see you again.”
I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. His strong arms wrapped me in their warmth, and I closed my eyes and wished that Rafe and I could be together always.
“It was just not meant to be,” I whispered, choking on the words as I said them.
His embrace tightened as he gathered me closer to him, kissed me on the head, and smoothed my hair. “I don’t believe that.”
He let go of me and held out his hand. “Come,” he said gently as I intertwined my fingers through his. “I will walk you back to your room.”
“Thank you, but I had a pair of guards following me around. I don’t know where they went.” I looked around. The scruffy guards had miraculously disappeared.
“I sent them away when I came to see you.” Rafe grinned.
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you would still be at the council meeting.”
Rafe shrugged. “I will find out what I need to know when I speak with your granduncle later today.”
“So Uncle Gabriel knows who you really are?” I asked, quietly glancing around to make sure no one heard me.
Rafe nodded. “He knows the real identity of the Black Wolf, yes.”
“Why does your father think you are running around in brothels and taverns and wasting your life away?”
Rafe laughed. He came closer and spoke softly. “My father had refused to send an army to help the fae against Morgana, so I do what I can for the ones who are left in Illiador.”
“Then why are you letting him and the rest of the court think you are some wastrel, some spoiled prince with too much time on his hands?” It upset me whenever anyone spoke badly about him.
Rafe winced at that as we walked into the palace through the east wing entrance to the gardens. I followed him down a long gallery lined with gold-framed portraits of the kings of old. He still held onto my hand, and I didn’t want to let go. “Is that what they are saying about me?”
“Yes,” I said, looking at one particularly large king who appeared too big to fit on the throne. “And what’s more, some think that after the king, you will be too weak to rule this kingdom, and the Blackwaters will take over.”
Rafe laughed out loud at that. “Just let them try.” He had a twinkle in his eyes.
“So why don’t you tell them what you’re doing?”
“And go openly against my father’s wishes?” he said, shaking his head. “People would see that as dissension in the family. My father does not want to break the treaty and send troops into Illiador. Morgana may see it as an act of war. No! It’s better they all think of me as a rich prince with a head full of fluff and no ambition. It will serve me better for now. The Blackwaters will never see me coming.”
He led me to my room and hugged me close. “I will see you tomorrow.”
I nodded, and Rafe left.
I sighed, opened the door to my room, and went inside. It was no use thinking about Rafe again and again. There was no hope and no future for us. If I continued like this, I would never be able to wipe him from my mind. But I loved spending time with him, and I couldn’t seem to stay away. My heart yearned for him, but soon I would leave for Elfi, and maybe it would get easier. Although, from the constant ache in my heart, I wasn’t entirely sure I would ever get over him.
I was so engrossed in my world of Rafe that at first, I didn’t notice that all the candles except one had gone out. Someone had left the window open, a
nd a chilly wind was blowing the curtains astray. I went over and closed the windows before my last candle blew out. I looked at the woods beyond my window. Twilight was setting in, and dark shadows seemed to have entered my room.
The shadows moved.
I whirled around. “Who’s there?” I called out.
But there was no answer, only silence and the elevated beat of my heart. My breath caught in my chest as shadows started moving toward me from the corners of the darkened room.
I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I was rooted to the spot, and a cold dread washed over me as I saw what the shadows were. My skin prickled, and a deep, clawing dread ripped my courage to shreds. The Shadow Guard! Here in the palace? How did they get in?
I knew powerful magical wards sealed the palace from intruders, so they had to have been let in. But who would put the whole palace at risk?
Another smaller shadow walked out of the darkness, her hair shining in the candlelight in golden hues.
Leticia!
“Hello, Princess Aurora.” A cold, cruel sneer curled her lips.
“You!” I said, my voice cracking. “You are the one who betrayed me.”
“In order to betray you, we would first have to be friends,” said Leticia with a hateful smile, “and that was not possible with you having your beady little eyes on my prince. Take her away.” She gestured haughtily, as if she were already queen.
“But how did you remove the magical wards protecting the palace?” I asked, in the midst of my panic. “You have no magic.”
“I have friends,” she snapped.
Another shadow dislocated itself from the darkness. Damien!
I glared at him. “You were the one who let them in.”
Damien grinned evilly at me. He seemed completely healed. “Bind her wrists,” he said to the Shadow Guard. “Don’t let her take off her amulet, it is what suppresses her powers.”
I gathered my magic and shot a stun strike at a Shadow Guard, but he easily put up a shield to deflect it. Another guard caught me from behind and bound my hands. There was nothing I could do; I was trapped.
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