Richelle Mead Dark Swan Bundle: Storm Born, Thorn Queen, Iron Crowned & Shadow Heir

by Richelle Mead

  “You know what I mean. How can you forgive him and not me?”

  I looked down at my lap and played with the dress’s fabric. I didn’t have a good answer for that. Rurik had really been a total asshole when we’d met, yet now I took him as a normal fixture around my household. Why did I hold such animosity for Dorian? Because things hadn’t started as hostile between us, I realized. Sure, I hadn’t trusted him initially, but he’d never done me any true harm.

  I had grown to like him—care about him, even—which made what he’d done hurt that much more. Dorian was the one who’d guided me through claiming the Thorn Land after we’d killed Aeson in a pretty horrific battle. I’d simply followed Dorian’s direction, having no clue what I was doing until it was too late. Once I realized what I’d been stuck with, I’d felt like every interaction with Dorian had been one big setup. It had seemed like his endgame the whole time had been to oust Aeson and give me that land so that Dorian could eventually control it. That was why I resented him.

  Are you sure that’s it? a sneaky voice inside me wanted to know. No, there might be more. Even I could admit that to myself. The truth was I’d developed physical and emotional attachments to Dorian, and I didn’t want them. I didn’t want to be bound to someone like him, someone who was full-blooded gentry—and had the annoying tendency to make me lose control. Slamming up walls of animosity between us was a way to protect myself.

  “What are you thinking?” Dorian asked, sparing me from his other question.

  “I was wondering if I just blindly signed my name to sexual favors in that contract.”

  “Damn,” he said. “I wish I’d considered that.” From the tone of his voice, I think he meant it. “Oh, well. Perhaps next time since I’m sure this will be the first of many dealings between our kingdoms.”

  “I hope not.”

  For a moment, he almost looked hurt. “Is it that painful coming here?”

  I felt bad. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean…I hope I don’t need any more help. I hope things will just work themselves out in the Thorn Land.”

  His easy smile returned as he finished off his wine. He reached for my untouched glass. “Well, according to rumor, things are on the mend, thanks to the omnibenevolent Thorn Queen. Why, I heard the other day that you were out digging ditches and feeding orphans. It’s a wonder you have the time for that, what with your hypocritical job of battling your own subjects in the human world.”

  “My subjects don’t cross into the human world,” I said loftily. Of course, the irony was that might not be true, not if the evidence surrounding those girls was any indication. “And I never did any of that other stuff. I just found water.”

  He tsked, eyes sparkling with delight. “Yes, which is a hundred times more than most monarchs do. You’re out with your people, maybe not working beside them exactly, but it’s close enough. They think you’re some kind of messiah. I guess that sets a good precedent for your son, hmm?”

  I made a face. “Don’t even go down that road. And anyway, I’m not trying to be a messiah. I’m just trying to help.”

  “Good gods,” he said, downing the glass in one gulp. “The frightening thing is that you’re actually serious. Were you helping them before you arrived here today?”

  “Er, well, a little. We stopped in a village and helped find some water.”

  “I can tell. When you use your magic, it wreaths you like some sort of afterglow. It’s very…becoming.”

  Something about the way he spoke and looked at me made me want to cross my arms and legs protectively—until I remembered crossing my legs wouldn’t do me any favors. Fucking dress.

  “I daresay your control of water is becoming very useful,” he added. “Too bad you didn’t continue your lessons with it.”

  “I don’t need your help anymore. I’ve practiced on my own—I’ve gotten a lot stronger.”

  “Hmm. I see. And what about the rest of your inherited powers? Have you been practicing with, say, air?”

  For half a second, I thought he’d been spying on me. No, that wasn’t his style. He’d guessed I would attempt air magic because…well, he knew me. And because he was Dorian and canny about such things.

  “As a matter of fact, I have,” I said loftily. There. Take that.

  His lips twitched. “I see. And have you been successful?”

  I wasn’t fast enough with my answer. He laughed and moved to sit beside me. I tried to scoot over, but there wasn’t much room.

  “Eugenie, Eugenie. When are you going to stop fighting this—stop fighting me? You’re only going to create more trouble down the road if you don’t learn to fully harness your abilities.”

  “Right,” I said, trying not to notice the apple and cinnamon scent that always surrounded him. Why couldn’t I shake this attraction when I found him so annoying half the time? “It’s for my benefit, right? Not because of your desire to rule the Otherworld and see the prophecy fulfilled?”

  “Of course it’s for those reasons,” he scoffed. One thing you had to love about Dorian was his unflinching honesty. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t benefit too. You don’t think it’d be useful to control air? You don’t think that would aid you in helping those poor suffering souls under your control?”

  “Damn it. Don’t involve them.”

  “They’re already involved. Learn to control storms, and there’ll never be a drought again.” His voice was low, filled with promise and temptation.

  I thought about the things I’d seen, the fields gone barren and hungry faces. I shook my head. “I’m not going to let you teach me again.”

  “What if I got you another teacher?”

  “What?” I shifted so that we could look at each other eye to eye. “What do you mean?”

  “Exactly what I sound like. As hard as it is to believe, I’m not the only one who knows how to use magic around here. True, I’m the most stunningly attractive and dazzlingly intelligent, but if you’re dead set against my help, there are others whom you could benefit from.”

  I turned away and stared off across the room. The water finder I’d worked with today had certainly been useful. She was actually the first gentry I’d met who had any sort of magic compatible enough to mine to teach me anything. Dorian’s magic was actually completely different from my own, but he was skilled enough to still transfer the basic principles. But what if I had someone else to tutor me? Someone more in sync with my powers—who wasn’t always trying to get me into bed?

  No. Self-chastisement instantly arose. Magic was dangerous. It made you crave more of it, and the more I used, the more I embraced my gentry side and lost some of my humanity. Kiyo had advised against it over and over, and I didn’t even want to think about what Roland would say.

  And yet…

  “You’ve actually got someone in mind?” I asked, turning back to Dorian.

  He nodded. “She’s not an exact fit for your powers—honestly, no one is—but she’s close and is an excellent instructor.”

  She. That was promising. No one who’d want to father a child on me.

  He seized on my hesitation. “Eugenie, why resist this? It’s obvious you want to learn more, no matter how haughty you pretend to be about dirtying your hands in the affairs of the shining ones. Stop your pandering and accept this as a gift.”

  “What do I have to do in return for this gift?” I asked warily.

  “Nothing except learn. If you take my tutor back with you to the Thorn Land, I just want you to promise me you’ll give her a fair chance.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Yes. You already know all my other motivations for doing this, so there’s no trick there. The rest is on you.”

  True. He had been up-front about his larger designs on me and his megalomania. “Okay…” Kiyo was going to freak out. “I’ll give her a chance.”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.”

  Somehow, every time I agreed to something with Dorian,
I always felt like I was signing my soul away.

  “Excellent,” he said. “We’ll make an all-powerful queen out of you yet.” He reached his hand over and smoothed out where some of my dress’s fabric had wrinkled up near the slit. His motion actually covered up more of my leg with the skirt, though it did involve his fingers brushing against my skin. For a brief, dangerous instant, I kind of wished he’d move his fingers underneath the dress. Instead, he simply left his hand on my thigh.

  “Dorian,” I said warningly.

  “Hmm?”

  I looked pointedly down.

  He followed my gaze. “Oh, look at that. It seemed so natural, I hardly noticed,” he said cheerfully, removing the guilty hand. I almost felt…disappointed. “Let me fetch your new teacher since I’m guessing you won’t be lured into staying for dinner.”

  “You guessed right. You really are dazzlingly intelligent,” I said wryly.

  He stood up and flashed me a grin. “And stunningly attractive?”

  “Just go get her.”

  He left the room, and I watched the way his long, lean build moved and how the sunlight streaming through a window turned his hair every shade of red, orange, and gold. Dorian was trouble. Yes, I suspected I really had made a deal with the devil.

  Particularly when I saw who his instructor was.

  “Her?” I exclaimed.

  I shot up from my chair. Dorian had just entered the room, and standing beside him was Ysabel—the Eugenie-clone strumpet from the party. Her blue eyes widened when she saw me. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been caught by surprise.

  “What is this?” she demanded. “You said you wanted me to instruct someone.”

  “I do,” he said calmly. “You’re going to pack your things and return with the Thorn Queen. You will teach her to use her magic to the best of her ability.”

  “No,” she said icily. “I will not.”

  His pleasant demeanor dropped. “Yes, you will. This isn’t a request. You’re my subject, ergo you follow my commands. And I am commanding you to go with her. Unless you’re openly defying me?”

  I couldn’t help a shiver. I’d occasionally seen this hard side of Dorian, and it always unnerved me. It was such an abrupt change from his usual laconic self, the self who bantered and tried to feel me up…and I found the change kind of terrifying.

  “Dorian,” I said uneasily. “Don’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

  She glared at me. “I don’t need your assistance here.”

  “What she wants is irrelevant,” said Dorian. I was a bit surprised at how casually he was able to order her about and objectify her. I’d assumed whomever he was sleeping with at any given time would be someone he had feelings for. Who knew? Maybe he cared about her a lot but was still able to treat her as a subject. Or maybe he just cared about me more.

  “Yeah, well, I don’t want her,” I retorted.

  “Also irrelevant,” he replied, eyes still fixed on Ysabel. “You made a promise to give your teacher a fair chance—unless you’re going to be human and go back on your word?”

  “This isn’t quite what I expected!”

  “It doesn’t matter. You’re either going to keep your promise or you won’t. And you,” he said to Ysabel, “are either going to obey or not.”

  Ysabel’s eyes were ablaze with rage, and her breathing was heavy. I had the feeling she wanted to burst forth with a million expletives, but she bit her lip as though physically forcing them back. At last, she swallowed and took a deep breath. When she spoke, her words were to Dorian, but her gaze was on me. I hadn’t seen malevolence like that in quite some time—no, wait. That wasn’t entirely true. Her look was a lot like the one Volusian often gave me.

  “Of course, I will obey, your majesty. With great pleasure.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Along with Ysabel, Dorian sent me back with some shipments of food on credit. I almost would have thought he was trying to soften the blow of me being stuck with her, except Dorian was the type who would actually enjoy the thought of us having an uncomfortable trip. He would get a kick out of knowing how irritated I was and probably regretted he couldn’t be there to witness our interactions. Nonetheless, I mitigated the discomfort by riding at the head of my group, sticking Ysabel all the way in the back behind my guards and Dorian’s servants.

  Shaya was understandably surprised when we arrived back. I left her to distribute the food and deal with Ysabel. “Put her somewhere. Anywhere,” I said. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

  “But why…why is she even here? That’s Dorian’s mistress.”

  “Oh, yes,” I said, watching as a scowling Ysabel stepped aside for the rest of the entourage spilling into my castle. I kind of took offense at the sneer she gave my residence, despite the fact that I knew it was in disarray compared to those of other monarchs. “Believe me, I know she is.”

  Shaya seemed mollified and distracted enough by Dorian’s gifts that I was able to slip away without too much argument. I made the crossing back to my world, not even bothering to change clothes before I went. When I finally got back to my own house, I had the pleasant surprise of finding Kiyo lying on the couch. Three cats slept on the couch’s back while one rested on its arm. The fifth lay sprawled across Kiyo’s stomach.

  “That,” he said, “is a great dress. Smells a little like horse, though.”

  I glanced down at the purple silk dress, which was holding up remarkably well considering all the dust and sweat it had been subjected to today. “It was part of a diplomatic outreach.”

  “Dorian, huh?”

  “What was your first clue?”

  “The slit.”

  I headed across the living room, toward the hall that led to the other side of the house. “I’m hitting the shower. You want to go to Texas with me afterward?”

  Kiyo straightened up, spooking a couple of the cats. “Is that like a new restaurant? Or do you mean the state?”

  “State. I have to go talk to those two shamans that Roland told me about.” I glanced at a clock. “We’d probably have to stay overnight.”

  He considered. “If we can be back by noon tomorrow, I’ll do it.”

  I assured him we could and then left to shower away the day’s dirt. Miraculously—and a little disappointingly—Kiyo didn’t come harass me while I cleaned up. He had a tendency to show up while I was showering and offer to “help” clean me off.

  Conscious of our time, he let me be, and a half-hour later, we were ready to hit the road. Yellow River was just over the Texas border, making it about a four-hour drive if we kept a little over the speed limit. Kiyo liked to drive—I think it was some manly instinct—so I let him. We stuck to casual topics, which allowed my mind to wander to the Otherworldly affairs on my plate.

  The whole stress of running and caring for a kingdom still weighed upon me, but I had the comfort of knowing I’d done what I could and that Shaya would manage the rest. That was her job. We both knew it, and she would perform her duties excellently. I needed to stop stressing about that. The missing girls…well, those were my problem. At least, I’d made them my problem. Meeting with these shamans in Yellow River would hopefully shed light on that situation, so until I saw them, there was no point in worrying about that either.

  Ysabel…yes, well, that was something worth worrying about. I’d just let a viper into my household and took some comfort in realizing that my reluctance to stay the night in my castle would probably save me from being smothered in my sleep. If I’d had my way, I would package her up and send her straight back to the Oak Land. My stupid promise bound me. Maybe she did have something useful to teach me, but I had no evidence that she’d actually try to be helpful. She’d probably just glare the whole time, no doubt paranoid I wanted to move in on Dorian….

  Dorian.

  I sighed. He was a problem, one I kept thinking would go away but didn’t. I needed him, and we both knew it. So long as I did, he was going to use that as leverage to k
eep seeing me and taunting me. For the most part, that annoyed me. I hated being part of his games. Yet, at the same time, there was always something irresistible about Dorian, something that made me laugh in spite of the exasperation he so often caused.

  And, yeah…I hated to admit it, but no matter how much I loved Kiyo, and no matter how much I’d washed my hands of the romance between Dorian and me, there was still a part of me that would probably always be attracted to him. Our night together still haunted my dreams. His hand on me earlier today had woken a lot of those feelings, and I couldn’t help but imagine again how easy it would have been for him to slide that hand up my leg….

  “Eugenie?”

  “Huh?” Kiyo’s voice startled me out of my indecent thoughts.

  “What are you thinking about? You have the weirdest look on your face.”

  “Oh, well, I…” I was totally astonished when the next words burst out of my mouth. “How come we never have any foreplay?”

  Kiyo’s hold on the steering wheel momentarily faltered, and I feared we’d run off onto the shoulder. He quickly regained control. “What are you talking about? Of course we have foreplay. Remember that thing I did with the honey last week?”

  “Yeah, I guess. But that’s more the exception than the norm. We always just kind of jump right into it.”

  “You never really seem to mind.”

  He had a point. “No…I mean, it’s always good. It’d just be nice to…I don’t know. Expand our horizons.”

  “I’m okay with that,” he said after several thoughtful moments. “I’m up for anything. It’s just my…well, instincts, I guess, that tend to drive me right toward the main attraction.”

  I knew what he meant. The problem with spending part of your life as an animal was that you picked up some of their traits. Foxes in the wild didn’t really devote a lot of time to foreplay.

  “I don’t really mind. I’m just saying that I’d like to shake it up.”

  He fell silent for a while. Finally, he asked, “Does this have anything to do with Dorian?”

  “Why do you say that?” I asked blandly.