Prince of Fire

by Linda Winstead Jones

  It was Keelia’s fault that he had to start building his army all over again, but he did not hate her for her strength. He admired her greatly. Soon her strength would be his.

  Timing was crucial, as the Queen and her lover had ruined his original plans. The ceremony and the consummation would have to take place just before full darkness fell. While both moon and sun hung in the sky, he would make the Queen his own.

  *

  Very slowly, Joryn became aware of his situation and his surroundings. His hands and feet were bound, and he lay on the hard ground. A large, motionless body lay close to his. He opened one eye to see Keelia’s father in a similar position to his own.

  Early that morning, Joryn had been rushing toward Keelia as she spoke to him with her powerful mind. While listening to her, he’d come across something odd on the narrow path. The thing on the ground had looked to him like a piece of discarded metal, and since metal of any kind was hard to come by in this place, he’d stooped to study the piece.

  It might’ve been dropped by one of Maccus’s soldiers in days past. Even though he did not have Keelia’s abilities, he detected the stink of bad magic. He decided not to touch the thing. When he’d stood, all he’d seen were the grains of sand coming toward him, and the fuzzy outline of Maccus’s face. Everything had quickly gone dark.

  Now that he was awake again, he didn’t reveal his consciousness to the others. Instead he took a moment to watch, listen, and assess the situation.

  Judging by the way the light fell, it was late afternoon. He’d been senseless for the entire day, when they did not have a single day, a single hour, to waste. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Keelia’s mother, Juliet, had been bound as he had but remained conscious. Druson was out of sight, but now and then Joryn heard a mumbled word that surely came from the Grandfather.

  He could not see Keelia, but he heard her calm voice.

  “If I’m to be naked, then you should be naked, too,” she said, her tone absurdly serene and reasonable. “It’s only fair.”

  Joryn pulled against his bonds. He could sit up and call upon fire without the use of his hands, but unless he knew where everyone was situated, he’d have to move very quickly—before Maccus had a chance to attack with his sleeping sand again. He’d lost an entire day with its first use. He could not afford to lose this night.

  With great restraint, Joryn reached for Keelia with his mind. Naked? What’s happening?

  He felt her rush of relief before he caught the word. Wait.

  Wait for what?

  Just wait.

  Her voice came again. “You insist I am to be your bride, and yet mere is no equality in this situation. A man and woman who are wed should be equal.”

  “Equality?” Maccus said with a snort of laughter. “Why should I concern myself with equality?”

  Keelia’s voice was serene and strong, and sent chills down Joryn’s spine. “It’s only right. If I am your equal, I can assist you in all your efforts.” She sighed loudly. “Do you think I don’t want the same things you do? Power. Fortune. Immortality. I can share my considerable power with you, and I will do so. Willingly, Maccus, I will share. But only if there is fairness and a like share of power on both sides of this marriage.”

  “You fought me before.”

  “You tried to take away my mind!” Keelia argued. “Of course I fought you. I am a strong woman, and no one will take away my will or my identity ever again. That does not mean I’m not eager for all that you have promised me.” She positively cooed. Even if he had not been able to touch her mind, Joryn would know she was lying. She was drawing Maccus in, making him relax.

  “It’s almost time,” Maccus said, his voice sharp. “Draw the blood of your lover and paint it on your body as you wish.”

  “No. Not until you are as naked as I am,” Keelia said stubbornly. “This marriage will be evenly balanced in every way, or there will be no marriage at all.”

  The wizard was obviously annoyed. “I can send you to sleep and make you my bride without your consent.”

  “You could,” Keelia responded, seemingly unconcerned. “But if I remember correctly, you need me to draw Joryn’s blood. Besides, surely you realize that our strength will be much more forceful if our connection is one of mutual consent. My power freely given will be tenfold my power taken.”

  For a moment, the wizard was silent.

  Now? Joryn asked.

  No!

  “Fine.” Maccus’s word was followed by the rustle of clothing.

  It took all of Joryn’s will to remain motionless while Maccus undressed himself with the intention of making Keelia his dark bride. His body shuddered, he was so anxious to burst to her rescue, but he had to trust her to know when the time was right to fight. He who had never entirely trusted any woman or any Anwyn waited for Keelia’s signal, for her word that it was time to make his move. Trying not to make a sound or move too much, he continued to wrestle against the knotted rope at his wrists.

  “That, too,” Keelia said when the rustle of clothing ceased. “Take it off.”

  “No,” Maccus snapped.

  “Then where is my medallion?” Keelia said stridently. “Where is my symbol of our power? It is not fair that you should have something I do not, at this time when we are supposed to be equal.”

  “You already sound like a shrew!”

  “I sound like a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t mind commanding it,” Keelia responded in a tone Joryn remembered from their early days together. “I demand that you remove that piece of jewelry so our marriage will be entirely natural and without unnecessary embellishment. We will be wed with nothing which is not of ourselves interfering. When that is done, we will make our special daughter with you and I each embracing our union without either of us having power or superiority over the other.”

  If you think I’m going to lie here while.. .

  Keelia’s response was fervent. Get ready.

  “I cannot remove this,” Maccus said, but there was a hint of reluctance in his voice.

  “You would share my considerable power with a demon when it can be yours? You would willingly pass what I offer you to an entity who would gladly kill us all for even a small portion of what I possess? Really, Maccus, I did think you more ambitious than that.”

  For a moment all was silent, and then Keelia purred, “Better.”

  Now!

  Joryn rolled over and up, his bonds loosening as he leapt to his feet. Keelia jumped away from Maccus and scooped something from the ground. It was his medallion, which she had coerced him into shedding for their “wedding.”

  Naked, caught by surprise, and without his magic, Maccus looked stunned. “You lied,” he said, turning to Keelia and sounding very much as if his feelings were hurt by her betrayal. “You told me you wanted the same things I do. You said you would join me and together we would rule the Mountains of the North and all the people upon them. You said…” He reached out one pale hand. “Give me my medallion.”

  Keelia backed away from the wizard, the symbol of his power in her hand but held as far away from her body as possible.

  Juliet squirmed, trying to free herself. The large Anwyn, Keelia’s father, moaned as he came slowly awake.

  Druson mumbled, but he managed to rise steadily to his feet. His words became stronger and clearer, and he reached out his bound hands. A gentle glow surrounded the knotted ropes there until the twine literally came apart, dissolving into small pieces that fell to the ground, leaving his hands free.

  Maccus’s reaction to the threat was to reach for the nearest person. Keelia. Still clinging to his medallion, she was able to dance just out of his reach. She rushed toward the cliff’s edge and drew back her hand, intending to toss the medallion over the side, but Druson’s shout stopped her.

  “No! We must destroy it, not throw it away where it might be found by yet another dark soul. The demon will guide one of his followers to the medallion if we allow it to survive.” />
  Maccus turned his attention to a suddenly coherent Druson. “Who are you?”

  Druson’s eyes remained ancient, and his hair was a bit grayer than it had been the day before. No, not gray, Joryn realized, but white. There were still a few strands of dark hair mixed in with the white, but at this rate his hair would be like snow within days.

  But for now, at least, the madness was gone. Or sleeping. “I am your Grandfather, Maccus, and I am so very disappointed in you.” Druson shook his head. “With your love for magic, you might’ve studied hard and become a great healer or a force for harmony, but you choose instead to embrace a darkness you do not evert understand.”

  Druson’s hand shot out quickly, much too fast to be natural, and he gripped the wizard by the throat. Maccus tried to fight, but he could not. The newfound strength of the Grandfather was too much for him, and he could only choke and sputter as he fought for breath.

  “I… I cannot be killed,” Maccus protested breathlessly. ‘The Isen Demon will not allow it.”

  Druson smiled. “When your heart and your head are separated, not even the Isen Demon will be able to save you.”

  At this, Maccus began to fight more savagely, but Druson seemed unaffected by his struggle. “Pathetic creature,” the Grandfather whispered. “Do you not know that the demon chose you because you are so very weak? You think you were chosen due to your strength, but that is not the case. You were chosen because you were easy to manipulate, easy to guide down the path to your destruction and the destruction of your people. I understand what it is to crave power that is not meant to be yours, as I once was so foolish. We were cursed, pathetic creatures, cursed to have what we wished for thrust upon us.” Druson sighed, perhaps mourning for his own fate. “You are nothing, wizard. Nothing at all.”

  Druson glanced past his prisoner, laying eyes on Joryn. “It is the duty of the Queen’s true mate to kill this one who dared to attempt the corruption of that sacred union. Take his head, burn his heart to ashes, and when that is done, his spirit will be trapped in a dark and faraway place from which he will never depart.”

  Ryn appeared at Joryn’s side, and he offered a long, plainly crafted dagger on the palm of his large hand. Joryn had expected some protest from Keelia’s father at the hint that he and his daughter were mated, but while Ryn’s face was solemn, he seemed accepting of the situation which was not of his choosing.

  Joryn did not hesitate to take the dagger from Keelia’s father, nor did he hesitate to do that which was required of him.

  *

  Keelia knew Maccus was truly and completely dead because her psychic gifts grew clearer as the night passed and the dark magic he had created faded into nothing. As they descended the mountain—three wolves and two mountain cats traveling together, a pack united like no other—she began to see all that had been hidden from her in months past.

  Ariana needed her.

  They were all at war, but most didn’t realize it yet.

  The throne of Columbyana was at risk, and while it was not her country, she realized that whoever sat on that throne would change the world not only for Columbyanans, but for everyone. A darkness that had begun there was spreading like a toxic disease, and it would not stop spreading unless the Isen Demon and all those who served him were defeated.

  More personally, Keelia realized that she and Joryn were one species, not two as she and all others on these mountains had always thought. Their children, and the children of others like them, would usher in a time of evolution, a return to the remarkable ways of the past. They’d been punished by separation enough, for whatever long-ago sins had created the division.

  They made good progress on their way down the mountain and toward Ariana, more than they would be able to make once the three nights of the full moon had passed. She could continue alone, in whatever form she chose to assume, but she did not wish or need to make the trip on her own. Besides, Ariana was traveling with an army that marched slowly, and Druson claimed to know shortcuts aplenty through these mountains.

  She sensed thousands of years of knowledge locked in the Caradon’s mind. Whether or not he could handle that knowledge had been uncertain for a time, but he had passed the point where permanent madness was possible. He had fought for his sanity and his power, and he would be a great ally in the months to come. Druson still had much to learn, but he would make a good Grandfather to the Caradon, and to the Anwyn.

  When dawn came, Keelia transformed with the others. They would rest for a short while before moving on, but not for long. She had much news to impart to her cousin. Much news. She found she was anxious to join the battle, though she imagined she would have to light her father and brothers, and a few of her guards, in order to do what she knew had to be done.

  Joryn would not fight her, though. He would join her. He would be beside her through it all.

  The five of them changed by morning light, and in their human forms again they dressed in ragged traveling clothes, clothes which had been carried in a lightweight pack Juliet had carried on her back through the night. Normally the clothing and food would be left in a safe place to which the animals would return when the night was done, but as they were traveling and could not afford to track backward, that was not possible.

  No, they could not go back. From here on out, they could only move forward. It would not be easy, but they were united. Keelia’s father had accepted that Joryn was his daughter’s mate and therefore his King, but he did not like the development. He would accept, in time. Her mother had already accepted Joryn. Knowing that the Caradon would leap off a cliff after the woman he loved was enough to bring the Queen Mother completely to his side.

  Druson was a treasure they would all protect. He had insisted all along that Keelia was Queen of the Caradon as well as the Anwyn. In that same way he was Grandfather to all people of the Mountains of the North, a keeper of magic and history like no other she had ever known. If Maccus had realized the power in his presence, he would’ve been in awe.

  Exhausted after the night’s run, Druson lay down and immediately dropped into a deep sleep. Juliet was not far behind, and Ryn reclined beside his wife and protected her with his arms as he, too, fell toward slumber.

  Keelia was about to follow suit when Joryn took her hand and wordlessly led her away from their camp.

  You need to sleep, she insisted.

  Not just yet.

  She knew he had sex on his mind, and even though she was exhausted, she didn’t mind. Not at all. She needed him in all ways. It was the way of mates, she imagined, but the feeling was much stronger man she’d realized it would be. She had seen her parents’ love through the years, but she had never experienced the depth and strength of that love. Not until now.

  There was something else on Joryn’s mind, something he was able to hide from her. She did not poke and reach for the knowledge he attempted to conceal, but willingly followed him along the narrow path to a secluded chunk of mountain where a wide fissure gave them walls on either side but also allowed the sun to shine down upon them.

  In this place where they had privacy and sunlight, Joryn placed his arms around Keelia and pulled her close. She willingly melted in his arms.

  He sighed and stroked her hair almost mindlessly. “I’ve always insisted that I did not want or need one mate for life, but you changed my mind.”

  “Yes, I know,” she said, awash with contentment,

  “I love you.”

  Keelia smiled. “I love you, too.”

  “I am yours in every way possible.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she whispered.

  Joryn moved slightly away from her, took her face in his hands, and turned his head far to the right and up. He very gently drew her face to his offered throat, where she felt the throb of his heartbeat and tasted the salty maleness of his skin. “In all ways, Keelia” he repeated, “I am yours.”

  She kissed his throat languidly, as he had kissed hers when she’d offered it to him. Smiling, c
ontent, and increasingly aroused, she raked her mouth and her teeth gently along the column of his strong neck.

  So close, so intimately connected, she saw some of what was to be for them. Not all. Even with her powers returned to her, she could not see all that awaited her. It was best that way; it was as it should be.

  But she did see love, and remarkable babies, and the peace her people had been promised in the prophesy that had been written so long ago. She was the promised Red Queen, and Joryn was her lover in all ways … and together they would fight for that peace, and for the union of two peoples who should be, and would be, one.

  The longer she kissed his throat, the more aroused she became. Her exhaustion was erased by something much more powerful. Need. Not only the need for physical release, but the necessity for a complete connection with her mate; the man she loved. Mind, spirit, and body.

  Joryn knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too. He freed his erection and then lifted her easily. Keelia wrapped her legs around his hips and guided herself onto him. She rode him fiercely, as if she were in the heat of her fertile time and he was touching her for the first time. He was the man of her dreams, but no pristine fantasy could compare to her reality.

  Reality was wonderful, and every moment was to be cherished.

  When completion came to them both, sparks of flame danced on the air around them. Once again, Joryn had lost control. The flames he created were quickly restrained. The fire died slowly and dropped to the rocky ground as their heartbeats and the flow of blood in their veins returned to something near normal.

  “I can’t believe you once commanded me to pleasure you and I refused,” Joryn said breathlessly. “You can demand anything of me at any time. Anything.”

  Keelia rested her head against his shoulder. “I command that you love me forever,” she whispered.

  “Yes, My Magnificent Majesty. Anything else?’

  “Nothing else matters.”

  “Nothing?”

  “Nothing.”

  Babies, war, discord, harmony, bloodshed, happiness … it was all coming. But for now, nothing mattered but love.