The men shot out of their seats and scurried after the King. When the door closed behind them, the General turned his steel gaze on Millissa, making her shift in her seat. “You’re King October’s bastard.”
She swallowed and nodded.
He leaned forward, indicating for her to do the same. When his lips were close to her ear, he whispered. “How long do you think it will be before the imp betrays you and tells the King you lied about the boon? I don’t know what you did to gain its loyalty, but I’ve seen these ‘deals’ backfire many times.”
Millissa’s eyes widened. “How do you—”
“There’s no marking on your wrist, which tells me you must have given the imp something valuable for making that gold.” His gaze bore into hers. “And now you’ve concocted a story to keep your virtue.”
She parted her lips, trying to form a lie, but nothing came out.
“I won’t spill your secrets, girl. But you will do me, Autumn, and the United Kingdom of Seven a favor.”
Millissa glanced around the room to see if the servants were listening in, but they were all chatting among themselves. “What do you want?”
“We suspect the Soldiers of Fortune are ogre infiltrators.” Before Millissa could respond, he added. “Half-ogre or quarter-ogre. Human enough to fit into polite society. This scourge, including their usurper leader, needs to be cleansed from our lands. Now that we have the offspring of King October, we have a figurehead for a coup.”
“Oh…” She wanted to tell the General that Donkeyskin, King October’s legitimate granddaughter was a more suitable candidate, but stopped herself. She would wait until she got the girl’s permission before bringing her up in conversation.
“Are you interested?”
The door slammed open, and King Donovan stomped into the room. “The blasted creature has sealed the stairs!”
“So it has a measure of self-preservation,” mused the General. “Perhaps we can approach this problem from a different end.”
“What do you mean?” The King’s voice was breathy.
“Your bride is how old?”
“Answer him!” yelled King Donovan.
Millissa licked her dry lips. “Eighteen, sir.”
“With the right training, she may be able to break the boon herself.”
King Donovan’s eyes lit up, and he gazed at Millissa with a lascivious smile. “How long will that take?”
General Cazador shrugged. “It’s a time-consuming process. She’d have to complete all three terms of training at the Academy—”
“Yes, yes. How long, man?” The King grabbed Millissa’s hand, rubbing his greasy thumb along her skin.
“Upwards of two years. Perhaps three.”
King Donovan sagged and waved his hand. “Take her.”
Millissa’s eyes widened. “When will I be going?”
“Now,” said both men.
General Cazador stood, gave a shallow bow and held his arm out for Millissa. “Your Majesty?”
Millissa turned to her new husband, who gave her an eager nod. “The sooner you return, the sooner you can perform your duties as my wife.”
She suppressed a shudder and stood. King Donovan continued his conversation with the other advisors, and Millissa left the tavern room with the General. The moment the door closed, she said, “I need to pack and say my goodbyes.”
He nodded. “I will be waiting in my carriage.”
After instructing a servant to pack a few essential items from her half-sister’s bedroom, Millissa visited the dungeons. An overpowering tang of urine drowned out most of the other smells, but underneath lingered the cloying smell of decay. Like the storeroom which now held the spun gold, the dungeons were made of stone, and were equally cold.
Father rushed to the window of his door. A relieved smile stretched across his haggard face. “Millissa! I knew you’d come for me.”
“Actually, I’m here to say goodbye.”
His expression fell, and his hollow, stubbled cheeks hung limp. “What?”
“I’ll be in Metropole for the next few years.”
“But what about me?” spittle flew from his lips.
“Most likely you’ll stay down here and suffer.”
“How could you be so cruel?” he sobbed. “After everything I’ve done for you.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I remember saying those exact words to you when you forced me to marry King Donovan. Do you remember what you told me?”
He bowed his head. “You know what the drink does to me, my love.”
“Yes, it’s served as an excuse to take out all your anger on me. I hope that during your stay, you’ll feel some of the agony you dished out on Mother. And if you die before my return, you should know you are a failure as a husband, a father, and a man.” She spun on her heel and walked down the hallway, not taking a backward glance, not taking heed of Father’s sobbing entreaties for her to come back.
Millissa returned to the old palace, but Donkeyskin had gone. She walked across the dusty hallways and up and down the stairs, shouting the girl’s name.
“She left,” said a voice from behind.
Millissa spun and came face-to-face with the imp’s quicksilver gaze.
“Oh. Do you know where?”
It shrugged. “I could tell you, but you’d have to make a boon.”
“Right.” She glanced away. “I’m leaving for Metropole.”
“Yes, I heard. And while that General was wrong about my nature, I do approve of you staging a coup.”
Millissa gaped at the imp. “I thought you would kill the King yourself.”
“Death is too good for him.” The creature bared its teeth. “No, I will torment him until he’s lost everything, and only then will I kill him.”
Swallowing, Millissa nodded.
“Goodbye, then,” it said.
“Bye.” Millissa ran out of the palace, across the leaf-strewn gardens and to the new courtyard. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, and she was glad to be leaving such a wretched place. With the General’s help, she would be able to depose her tyrant husband. It was a morbid thought, but she hoped the imp would kill the King sooner rather than later.
Although her enrollment at the Academy was a mere ruse for Millissa to muster support within the capital to overthrow King Donovan and his soldiers of fortune, she hoped to make a few friends and have some fun. These were luxuries Father had denied her. But she knew one thing for sure: she had to maintain the falsehood that she was under a boon, lest word got back to King Donovan and he demanded her return to his bed.
MILLISSA’S STORY CONTINUES IN THE ACADEMY
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