Rachael wanted to say something, question him further, but this was a man giving his final confession. She wouldn't be like him and deny him that.
“That's when the prison breaks started. A group that called themselves Sparrows was behind it, I was told. People who rescued the gifted, sympathisers, regardless of their own blood. Any resistance has to be stopped before it grows too strong. And throughout all that, my people kept complaining. People born with magic had unfair advantages, they claimed. Had an easier life. Were too dangerous to be allowed free. People from all over the country reported dangerous individuals who killed innocents with magic. I needed to stop them, Sparrow, it was my duty as their King. But it was never enough, and one day the rumour of a forming war started. The Sparrows wanted revenge for the injustice done to them. Everyone else wanted the sorcerers locked away. I hoped I could find another solution. A different way than the countries around me have walked, but I could not. Things moved too quickly. You know yourself how much more powerful one sorceress is when confronted by several guards twice her size carrying heavy weapons and equipped with the best armour.”
She nodded, her escape from Blackrock with Cephy forever burnt into her memory. “So you called in Aeron? You decided to depend on someone you had promised your people you would kill?”
King Aeric hesitated. “War is a terrible thing, Sparrow. You have to use any weapon at your disposal if you wish to win. I prey that you will never have to learn this truth the hard way. Now, I believe you are here for a reason. I am not proud of the man I have become, Sparrow, but I owe my people a better tomorrow. I have no desire to fight you. Contrary to what you must believe of me I do not relish in unnecessary blood shed. Try to take my crown if you wish, but I won't give it up easily.”
Rachael swallowed, her sword raised as King Aeric drew his own blade, twice the size of hers and twice as heavy, and lifted the weapon for his first attack.
Cale watched from the shadows a little farther down the corridor as Commander Videl took his position outside the heavy doors. Rachael was on the other side of those doors, alone with the king and his own personal guard.
His teeth clenched, his hands balled into fists around the hilt of his sword. He had lost too much already. The Sparrows were gone, and he couldn't be sure that Ailis would be all right. Worst of all, this sorry excuse for a commander had killed his best friend.
He had followed them up King's Road and into the palace. As much as he wanted to help Rachael fight King Aeric, she had to do this herself. Prophecy had named her, and he wouldn't interfere. He had business with the commander.
Arlo had been his only friend for a long time, until he had founded the Sparrows. He had saved him and Ailis all those years ago from starvation, and he'd been a save refuge to them as well as many other gifted and new Sparrows. That the Commander of the White Guard had defeated him in a duel was an insult to everything he had been.
Rage coursing through him, he stepped out of the shadows. The commander thought himself aware of everything that went on in the city, yet he hadn't noticed Cale following him and watching him. He'd have killed him right then and there, before he had a chance to kill Arlo, but he had been too far away then. He hadn't wanted to rush in and distract Arlo. He hadn't wanted it to be his fault if his friend died.
Now it seemed it was his fault regardless of his motives.
“Commander Videl!” The man would pay. He had destroyed his Sparrows—his family—had had a hand in all those people dying of that disease, and he had killed the only father Cale remembered clearly. He would make him pay.
An amused smile spread on the commander's face when he saw Cale. He was confident, no doubt boasting after his defeat over Arlo. King Aeric had Rachael, and now Cale came to him willingly. He must have felt like this was his lucky day.
With three long strides Cale reached him and took a heavy swing with his sword. Taken by surprise the commander dodged just in time, if a little late. His sword caught the commander's leg, leaving a deep gash in his flesh.
“You—” His men raised their weapons, ready to defend their commander. “Stand down! I have given you one lesson today, and I will give you another! Never go into battle in blind rage.” He raised his own sword, Arlo's blood still fresh on the metal, and brought it down on Cale's head. Cale dodged, light on his feet and standing behind the commander before his opponent could realise what was happening.
Arlo had raised him after his parents had died. His real father had taught him a bit about sword fighting and the morals of battle. He had been brought up to fight fair, and never attack without giving his opponent the chance the defend himself.
All that was forgotten when he rushed his blade through the commander's heart. Blood ran down the hilt and over his hands, making it difficult to hold on to his sword.
He wasn't so sure that his father would be proud now, had he been able to see him today. Cale had never killed in cold blood before. He had always given his enemy the chance for a fair duel, the chance to fight for his life.
Commander Videl had not deserved that chance.
Two of the commander's men rushed him, swords raised and ready to kill him where he stood. Cale removed his blade from the commander's back. He dodged and spun around on his toes before cutting both men's middles in the same move. They fell around him as their insides emptied themselves on to the floor.
The other two guards stood where they'd been before, their eyes wide and unsure of what to do. They had hunted him and his family for years. Now they finally had him cornered, and he had cut down their commander and two fellow guards without a problem.
“Stand down now, and the Sparrows will show you mercy.” He wasn't convinced they deserved it but they were just soldiers, like him and his Sparrows. It had been their King who had made the decision to work together with Aeron. It had been their commander who had given the orders. He had known enough about Commander Videl to know that he wasn't disobeyed without consequence.
The men didn't move, their eyes switching between him and their dead commander.
“Attack me. I dare you.” Seeing the challenge in his eyes they stepped down, dropping their weapons by their feet.
They would need to be questioned. He couldn't recruit them without knowing their motives, first, but with the Sparrows gone he would have to rebuild. Not one member of his family could be replaced, but Rachael would need an army. She would need guards.
It was worth finding out which side these men were really loyal to before he killed them.
The distinct sound of steel against steel echoed through the throne room. Something was going on outside the throne room, but there was no time to think about it.
Rachael spun around just in time to dodge King Aeric's attack. The heavy sword came crashing down into the stone floor right beside her feet. Her heart jumped at the near miss, and she stumbled to the side.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw the doors open and thick blood pouring into the room. Even from this distance she saw the commander lying in a pool of his own blood, and Cale stepping into the room with his clothes soaked in red. There were several others, but King Aeric didn't give her time to count the bodies.
The king raised his sword for another attack, and their eyes met. A sad smile graced his lips, and her blood ran cold. She was running out of time. If she were hit by one of his swings, he'd split her in half.
Cale would go to prison. Cephy and Arlo would have died for nothing.
Nothing would change for people like her. All over Rifarne children would grow up without food, without safety, without a friend.
Furious that he'd allowed all this, she raised her own sword, spun on the spot and buried the cold, blood-stained steel inside his gut.
He froze where he stood. His eyes glazed over, and a thin sliver of blood trickled down his chin as his lungs filled with blood. From the other end of the throne room she heard shocked gasps, followed by ten pairs of footsteps running towards their dying king.
; She didn't know whether to celebrate, or to mourn him. Could he have lived, despite everything prophecy said? He had regretted his decisions, and Rachael thought he had been ready to step down. He hadn't looked like a king fit to rule. Would he have resigned, if it meant that he could live? Would he have come to his senses later, claiming the throne as rightfully his after all?
She shook her head, watching with her heart thudding hard as his life drained out of him. He might have been ready to step down, but he had been their king and he had felt that he needed to do right by his people. After everything he had allowed to happen, his life had been the final thing he could give them but he hadn't wanted to hand it over to her. He had needed her to earn it. That was what his smile had meant. After seeing that she was willing to fight and defend herself, he had given her permission.
Cale was by her side immediately.
“Rachael...” She didn't know what to say. She had imagined this moment to feel better, more glorious, more like a victory, but instead she found it hard to feel anything.
King Aeric was dead. That still left Aeron to worry about, and Ailis. Cale needed to hear about Arlo, too.
And where did any of this leave her? She didn't want to be queen. She knew nothing about ruling a country besides what King Aeric had told her mere moments ago—that war was a terrible thing, and about the need to use any weapon at her disposal if it meant ending the slaughter.
Cephy had died wanting to achieve a better future for people like her. She had been misguided and manipulated, but her ultimate goal had been the same. For all she knew, the next king wouldn't change anything. Maybe he would even see everything that had happened to the city as a reason to make things worse. If she were queen, she could make sure that all these people hadn't died for nothing.
She had always done what she needed if it meant survival. Becoming queen seemed to be next, but it was a big step and she wasn't sure if she could take it.
“What now?” She was grateful that she wasn't alone in this large hall. Given everything that had happened here, everything she had done, the walls felt like they were closing in on her.
“Now you become Queen of Rifarne.” Hearing him say it out loud punched a hole in her middle.
“What makes you think anyone will accept that? They hunted me half an hour ago.”
“That's exactly why they will accept you, Rachael. They fear you. There is an entire prophecy around you ending their old way of life. They might not allow you on the throne because they love you, but because they are scared of what you will do if they refuse.” Seeing her unconvinced frown, he added: “They will come to love you, Rachael. I know I—” Cale shook his head, biting his lips to be quiet. “Don't worry about it. Right now there are preparations to be made.”
Nodding in defeat, she sat closer. At least she wouldn't have to do any of this on her own. Cale would advise her, and lead her into the right direction.
“Rachael, there's one thing you need to know.” She swallowed, preparing herself for whatever the tone in his voice was hinting at.
“What is it?”
“Aeron is dead. I came across her charred remains earlier, lower down in the city.”
“That's good, isn't it?” She didn't understand the look of dread on his face. Aeron had been a dangerous witch, who had set Cephy against her. Because of her, Cephy was dead. If Aeron was really dead she couldn't find anything bad about that.
“In itself, yes. But what killed her? I don't know anyone powerful enough who could have done it.”
Shivers ran down her arms. So that was why he was worried. The thought that someone more dangerous than Aeron was out there did not sit well with her, either.
“They did us a favour. Whoever killed her probably saved us.”
A small smile showed on Cale's thin lips. “You're right. I probably worry about nothing again. Still, I can't help but think this isn't over yet. It almost seems too easy.”
Rachael sneered. She couldn't imagine Aeron had been easy to kill, and then there was the loss of Cephy and Arlo. They didn't know if the spell that had made people kill themselves had worn off yet. They didn't know Ailis' state, whether she was well or not. The Sparrows had been wiped out, the city lay in still smouldering ruins.
How had any of this come easy? Rachael dared not ask.
She took a deep breath in, readying herself to deliver the bad news. There was no point in talking around it, no point in softening the blow. No matter how she embellished it, the outcome was the same. Cale was not someone who appreciated being coddled, and he had been Arlo's best friend. He deserved to know now rather than in two minutes' time.
“Arlo is dead.”
A dark shadow chased away his smile and settled over his eyes. He nodded. “I know. I found him earlier.”
“Cephy, too.” The words felt unnatural when they left her lips. They felt wrong.
“I'm so sorry, Rachael. We'll find her body. I promise.”
Her eyes stung at the honesty in his words. For the first time she realised that there was someone she could trust, really trust, with her life. Cale meant every word. He had always meant it.
“We'll give them a proper burial once this is over. You have my word on it.” She believed him.
“What do we do now?”
Behind her, someone cleared his throat. “If I may speak.” Rachael blushed. She had forgotten all about the soldiers who had watched over King Aeric's throne not long ago. They had come running when she had killed him. Had they stood behind them this whole time, allowing them to have a conversation when she'd just killed their king?
The man who had spoken sounded less intimidating than Commander Videl but no less authoritative. He would be answered, no questions asked.
She was glad Commander Videl lay dead behind him. No matter how ruthless this man was, he couldn't be any more cruel than him.
Next to her Cale rose up with as much authority in his stature as the new commander.
She was grateful he was there with her. If anyone knew what to say in a situation like hers, it was him.
“This woman has fought late King Aeric, and defeated him. She is the Sparrow prophecy has promised, and your new queen.” Rachael wanted to laugh but thought better of it.
The soldiers behind their commander looked unsure, casting glances between them and to their leader.
With eyes as controlled and measuring as any she had ever seen, he stepped forward, seemingly testing her worth as he took her in.
“We know. We have watched your fight, and we have clear instructions from late King Aeric. May he find peace by the Maker's side.”
“What kind of instructions?” Without her needing to ask, Cale had become her personal guard.
“He knew the prophecy, and that he would likely die if he challenged you to a duel. Had you not agreed or lost quickly he would have killed you, but he must have decided that you had earned his throne. Your throne.” The men behind him drew their fists to their chests, their heads bowed.“These are strange times. Under normal circumstances the throne would go to his first born son, but his Highness had no children.” The commander eyed the late King with a sad smile. He clasped his hand to his heart like his men had done, and bowed his head in respect. “As I said, these are odd times. Protocol dictates we have a vote to determine his successor, but the people are in no shape to make such a decision, and late King Aeric has asked that you take his place should you be able to defeat him.” He sighed, giving her a nod she couldn't read. “I admit, I would prefer a vote to decide our new ruler, but it is not the first time that a throne was taken in this manner. If it means that this war is over and we can begin to heal I won't challenge his final wish. We will serve you faithfully as we have served late King Aeric, may the Maker watch over him.”
Rachael watched in disbelief as the commander as well as his men fell to their knees, hands in fists over their hearts as a sign of respect. To her.
Next to her Cale grinned widely. She sighed. Times were st
range indeed when a homeless orphan could become the Queen of Rifarne.
Epilogue
Disaster! What were the people of Rifarne thinking, putting her on the throne? They were no better than the cursed people of the south, who placed their beliefs in fake gods and goddesses—goddesses!—and who went about their unholy craft like any other person baking bread or knitting a jumper.
And now, Rifarne had followed suit by making her their queen.
Grinding his teeth, Arnost Lis balled his hands into fists as he threw the letter into the fire. Without a sound the letter burned to ashes—just as she would once he got his hands on her.
It just proved that he could not trust anyone to do his work for him. If you wanted someone killed, you had to do it yourself—there was no way around it. He had been foolish to think that this time, he might be able to rely on other people.
That Mist Woman, Aeron, had been supposed to murder the girl. Of course, had he actually contacted that cursed witch... Pah! It was no good now. What was done was done, but maybe a new plan would do the job just as well.
His thin lips broke into a smile. This wasn't a complete disaster. The Mist Woman had been out of his control, had acted on her own volition, but Shyla had performed rather well. Of course, she had not known what exactly she had given the new queen, but it had not been necessary for her to know. It had only been necessary that she would do as she had been told, and she had done beautifully. The necklace, the Ar'Zac, had been a gamble but it was worth it. Since she accepted this gift – his gift – he had been able to observe her. A bit of magic, a necessary evil. That fool late king of theirs had been right at least in one respect. In war, you had to use whatever means necessary to win, and he was not someone who shirked away from his duty. He had called in a witch and had asked her to enchant the necklace. Handing it to Shyla under the pretence of supporting those silly Sparrows had been too easy. Her own loyalty had surfaced that day, too. To think that someone here, in his country, supported those children playing at war was unacceptable. She had returned to tell him the good news, that Rachael had accepted her gift, and he had had her executed. He could not allow any disobedience from his people, and her death had served as a warning. Magic was a thing of evil crafted by the Dark One Himself, and he would not allow it in Tramura. King Aeric had finally danced to his melody, too, but Rachael was another matter. She needed to be dealt with.
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