Soul Stone Mage Complete Collection Boxed Set

by Sarah Noffke

  “Are you comfortable?” Frederick asked as he escorted Azure down a long corridor.

  “Yes, the room is great. And it beats sleeping in the Dark Forest, or in a bed built for a gnome,” Azure remarked.

  Frederick lifted one of his light eyebrows at her. “It sounds like you’ve had many adventures.”

  “Just recently. It was part of the demands of being queen,” she said, striding down the hallway and taking note of the strange paintings on the wall. They were filled with scenes from Earth. The White House, which was reminiscent of the Palace. Big Ben. The Leaning Tower of Pisa. The Bellagio Hotel.

  “I’m sorry for what Phillip did to you and your people,” Frederick said, real remorse in his voice.

  “I am too.” Azure paused, making the new emperor follow suit. “Do you know where to find the cure for the virus he used to infect Virgo?”

  Frederick pulled at the sleeve of his suit, a look of deep regret surfacing. “I’m sorry, I do not. I’ve been searching ever since I heard. Phillip worked in such secrecy that many of the things he did are still a mystery to me. However, I will continue to search far and wide, and I hope to have an answer for you soon.”

  Azure bit down on her lip. Nodded. “I appreciate that, but it might be too late by then. This strain of the virus appears to be faster-acting. I need to do something before it steals more than magic.

  “It appears that we both have much to do to repair our kingdoms after Phillip’s reign. It confounds me that one person could have corrupted so much,” Frederick said.

  “It is usually one person who changes the world or destroys it; that’s what my gran always says,” Azure mused, remembering the old woman’s voice and how it always made her smile.

  “Your gran, the queen mother?” Frederick asked.

  Azure nodded. “Yes. She’s currently presiding over the court for me, which means it’s all going to hell.”

  Frederick smiled, an expression that transformed his otherwise serious face. “And Father—he’s safe?”

  “I’d say so. He receives curious looks from my people, but he seems to take it well. Actually, you should know that I have asked him to be a member of my cabinet, and he’s agreed. Of course, now that things have changed, he might prefer to return home.”

  His smile transformed to a look of amusement. “Oh no, ‘advisor’ is a much better position for Father. And it will offer him the opportunity to travel, which I know he’s sorely desired. However, I should pay him a visit soon.”

  “You’ll always be welcome in Virgo, as all those from Terran will be.”

  “Thank you,” Frederick said, and extended his arm to her. “Shall we?”

  She nodded, taking his arm and allowing him to escort her into the dining room.

  He brought her into a large room with low lights and soft music. The long table in the middle was empty, which surprised Azure.

  Reading the expression on her face, Frederick said, “I’ve heard a rumor that the witches and wizards of Virgo eat vegetables.”

  “It’s true. We grow them for eating,” Azure stated, missing the farm and even Finnegan with his sour attitude.

  “And we grow them to leech their energy, something that I look forward to changing. I was hoping that you could advise me a bit on healthy practices that I can implement,” Frederick said.

  “Starting with not creating your food from sugar?” Azure asked, with a teasing smile. “Yes, I’d be happy to help.”

  “Thank you. I plan to get rid of the Consumer Party and replace it with an administration that advises residents on safe lifestyle habits.” Frederick’s eyes caught someone just over her shoulder.

  “How about the ‘FDA?’” Monet offered, coming up next to Azure and throwing an arm around her shoulder. “For ‘Food and Drink Administration.’ They can advise on the best liquors for the different seasons. Red wines and Dragon’s Hide whiskey in the winter. White wine and fairies’ golden nectar in the spring, etcetera.”

  “That’s an awful idea—”

  “I kind of like it,” Frederick said, cutting her off. “They can be responsible for testing the quality of the food and drinks distributed.” He slid his long fingers over his chin as he thought.

  “That’s right, because I’m a fucking genius. Queen Pain-in-the-Ass just doesn’t appreciate my brilliance.” Monet trotted off to the drinks station, which was stocked with various decanters.

  “To celebrate our new start, I had vegetables brought in, washed, and chopped up for our dinner tonight. The kitchen staff were completely perplexed by the order, but this is how change starts,” Frederick explained.

  “So we’re having salad?” Azure chirped.

  “Is that what it’s called?” Frederick asked. “Hmmm, I like the sound of that. ‘Salad.’”

  “Oh, fuck my life,” Monet said, throwing his head back and emptying his glass. “I save Terran and you feed me a fucking salad. What does a wizard have to do to get a bag of Cheetos?”

  “Cheetos? Is that what you want?” Frederick asked, sounding curious.

  “Yes, served by a busty wo—”

  “Shut up, Monet.” Azure cut him off.

  “I think we can round you up some Cheetos,” Frederick said proudly, nodding at a waiter who stood in the corner. He hurried off to a back room.

  “Will your other friends be joining us?” Frederick asked.

  Monet spewed gin several feet as he choked on a laugh. Even Azure released a small smile.

  “The gnome has been standing right beside you for the better part of a minute,” Monet said, shoving a finger of the hand holding the tumbler in Gillian’s direction.

  Frederick stared down and started in surprise. “Oh, so you have.” He knelt and offered him a hand. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

  Gillian released a long furious breath, his nostrils flaring.

  “That is Gillian, and I believe you’ve already met Ever,” Azure said, covering the tension with a high-pitched cheery voice.

  The Light Elf had just entered, an amused expression on his face. He’d heard the exchange from the hallway.

  “Please, please. Have a seat. My home is yours,” Emperor Frederick said, waving his hand at the table. He was young, but was slipping into his role quite easily. An adjustment phase would follow, but Azure was certain that her brother would go on to be a fine leader, steering the people of Terran in the right direction.

  Several kitchen staff entered from the back of the room carrying bowls heaping with chopped lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, beans, bell peppers, and sprouts. They laid them on the table, then bowed themselves back out.

  “Thanks to Azure, you all have to eat rabbit food,” Monet said, taking a tray with a bowl of bright orange Cheetos on it from a waiter.

  Gillian gave him a disapproving look. “You’ll die before your two-hundredth birthday if you keep eating that.”

  “Oh look, the first bit of unsolicited advice the gnome has ever given me. You really do care about me, don’t you, Shorty?” Monet grabbed a handful of Cheetos and crammed them into his mouth.

  Paying him no notice, Gillian said, “I think that salad is the perfect meal after a long journey. It just needs something.” He dug around in his jacket pocket, various noises rumbling from the garment as he knocked his hand around. His face lit up with delight. “Here it is.” He withdrew a small thin bottle.

  “And what is that? A potion that makes vegetables taste good? Turns them into pizza? Makes you too drunk to care that you’re eating stuff caterpillars pooped on?” Monet asked.

  Gillian shook his head. “It’s salad dressing.”

  “Why the fuck do you have salad dressing in your pocket?” Monet asked.

  Gillian gave him a long look of irritation. “Who said I did?”

  “Oh, right. Silly me, for thinking that since you pulled that bottle from your pocket that it was in your jacket,” Monet said, his voice dripping with condescension.

  “That was stra
nge of you.” Gillian poured a bit onto the vegetables on his plate before handing it down the table.

  “So who votes that we go barhopping? I for one would like to see what kind of shabby-chic places Terran has for the weary traveler. I’m sure I could impress some humans with my wand.” Monet licked his orange fingertips.

  “Not if the rumors around Virgo are true,” Azure said, hiding her grin behind her glass of wine. She took a long sip, feeling the alcohol go straight to her brain. Realizing she was starving, she dug straight into her salad, enjoying the buttery flavor the dressing imparted.

  “Oh, I see what you did there. Ha-ha,” Monet said, no real enthusiasm in his voice.

  “It’s really important that we leave as soon as the ceremony is over,” Azure said, her eyes on Ever, who was busy eating his salad and keeping his head down. He had the right expression on his face for the conversation, but his anxious feelings were bleeding through. Maybe she’d forgiven him without knowing it. That just proved that the heart had a capacity the mind couldn’t consider.

  “Is that your way of giving us a bedtime curfew?” Monet asked, pushing his Cheetos away.

  “That’s my way of saying that I’ll leave your ass behind if you oversleep,” Azure said.

  “That’s fine. Just leave me money for the toll. I’m so tired of having to give my own stuff to the Dark Forest. Damn greedy-ass forest, always taking from the hard-working man.” Monet stretched to a stand.

  “Why would you care if the forest took from a hardworking man?” Gillian said, polishing off the last bit of his salad.

  “Because I’m a…” Monet’s voice faded and a sly smile appeared on his face. “Oh, nice one. The gnome has jokes.”

  Azure burst into a laugh, but more surprising was that Frederick and Ever joined her, everyone at the table laughing at Monet’s expense. They all slowed their laughter and lifted their red faces, but as soon as they peered across the table at each other they doubled over laughing again.

  “What the hell has gotten into you lot?” Monet asked, and then understanding covered his face. “You are all acting drunk.”

  “I’m sure they’re not acting,” Gillian said, and slid off his chair. “The dressing was made from gnome’s mead.”

  Azure’s face went suddenly blank. Ever’s too. Frederick arranged his expression into something serious. And then they all slowly began to crack, laughter leaking through their eyes and then falling from their mouths.

  “Gnome’s mead? That incredibly powerful drink that made me drunk after a single sip in the statue garden?” Monet asked.

  “That would be the one,” Gillian said, striding for the exit.

  Monet released a smile, watching the three at the table continue to laugh for no reason at all. The gnome had known they all needed a break, and he’d figured out a way to give it to them. Monet rushed forward, ready to lick the salad bowl Gillian had left behind. Alas—it was empty.

  “Fucking gnomes,” he muttered.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Thanks to a dollop of salad dressing, Azure had a headache that felt like a dragon breathing fire in her head. Still, she was able to conjure herself a dress that would have made her gran proud. Fashion shouldn’t have been her greatest concern today, but she knew Gran would say that appearances were of supreme importance for a ceremony of this type. Azure had asked Frederick’s staff to deliver multiple dresses to her, from which she’d selected one and used her human magic on to create a gown that would impress his people.

  The long gown was a deep sapphire with a black velvet roses-and-vines design. The corseted bodice was framed by ruffles that started at the neckline and trailed off at the hips. It was the perfect mixture of the edgy appearance of witches from Virgo and the modern flare of humans from Terran. It was a mix of young and old. Embellished and simple. Rustic and refined.

  Her head was still beating like it contained a hundred drums when she exited her room. Maybe she should have been unsurprised to find Ever waiting for her outside her door. He wore slacks in the style of human dress, but a collarless button-up shirt that was much more in line with elfin wear.

  “Do you also want to shoot a certain gnome?” Azure asked through a small smile.

  Ever returned the smile, his eyes lingering on her dress for a moment. “I want nothing more than to tie him up by his ankles from the highest tree and leave him there until the rogue dryads launch a formal complaint.”

  “Oh, do you think we’ve graduated to such formalities?” Azure asked, easily breaking into the laughter reminiscent of the night before.

  “Who knows what the new normal will be.” Ever pushed his finger into his temple, laughing also, but not looking comfortable with it.

  “What? I can’t hear you!” Monet boomed, striding forward. He wore his normal mint-green robes, but they had been pressed and he looked refreshed from the long night of sleep.

  “Shhhh.” Azure clapped her hands to her ears, tilting her head away from the noise.

  “What did you say? Why be quiet?” Monet yelled again.

  “Oh, you’re a disgrace,” Azure said, shaking her head at him.

  “I think this is a first. The group gets drunk and leaves me longing for a bit of salad. What a fucking farce last night proved to be,” Monet said, aware his voice was several octaves too high.

  “See, that’s what you get for not eating your vegetables. You missed out,” Azure said, striding through the corridor and out into the courtyard. It had ample seating for those invited to the ceremony. The event would be broadcast across Terran and repeated for all those who missed it. This was considered a huge day in the humans’ history—an Independence Day, of sorts.

  Gillian didn’t at all appear remorseful when he joined them on the side of the stage away from the eyes of the crowd. He wore his usual brown suit and bowler hat, but also held a flask.

  “Don’t you think it’s a bit early to be drinking?” Azure asked him, trying to keep her voice down from the crowd taking their seats.

  “It’s not for me, Your Majesty. The best way to cure a night of indulgence is with a taste of that which ruined you.” Gillian held out the flask to her. “Just a sip should do.”

  “Seriously, she accidentally gets drunk and then gets offered sunrise alcohol? I’ve been trying to make day-drinking a thing forever,” Monet stammered, throwing himself down ungracefully into one of the seats at the back of the stage.

  Azure took a small sip of the gnome’s mead, which was warm and buttery. She passed it to Ever, who took it gratefully. “Thank you,” she said, handing it back to Gillian. “And I’ll be thinking twice before ever again consuming anything you pull from your pocket.”

  “Well, then prepare yourself to miss out,” Gillian said with a wink, taking the seat next to Monet.

  “And need I remind you, Queen Azure, that ‘ever’ is a long time,” Ever said, bowing to her slightly.

  “I didn’t get that joke the first time you told it, and now is no different,” Azure said.

  “It’s more of a play on words.” Ever left her with a smile as he took his seat.

  Azure turned her attention to Emperor Frederick, who stood beside the curtain next to the stairs. He motioned her down the stairs to where he stood. He wore a slimming suit with a single red rose tucked into the lapel.

  “Is everything all right?” Azure asked.

  “Yes, we’re just about to begin,” Frederick said, his eyes darting to the crowd, where humans wearing their finest took their seats. Their dress was a confusing mess to Azure. Large hats with fake birds perched on them. Tweed suits, overalls, miniskirts, and tidy shirts. It was a mismatch of fashion. No one was wearing anything that reflected their personalities, but rather reflected what they thought was popular or had been popular on Earth.

  “I’ll go ahead and take my seat.” Azure pointed in the direction of where her cabinet members were seated on the stage.

  Frederick shook his head, starting to reach for Azure, but pausing. “
Actually, they’re going to announce me in just a moment. I was hoping… Well, I don’t know if this is a good idea, but I’d like to make a show of solidarity. I want my people to know the truth from the beginning.”

  Azure studied the young man before her. He reminded her of her father, but strangely he also reminded her of herself. They shared similar mannerisms. And they shared a courage she’d felt in her heart all her life. “You’d like us to walk onto the stage together when you’re introduced?”

  He nodded, his eyes heavy. “Terran has lost so much. I want them to know they are gaining a partnership. A new life.” His eyes brimmed with light as he stepped back, staring at her. “You, Queen Azure, embody that. They will simply marvel when they see you.”

  Azure nodded, not sure what else to say.

  “Thank you all for joining us at the Royal Palace today,” a voice boomed over the speaker.

  Azure suddenly tensed, remembering that she had learned who her father was at a similar event—a press conference. Then she’d been a trespasser. A criminal. How things had shifted.

  “It is my honor to introduce the emperor of Terran, Emperor Frederick,” the announcer thundered.

  Frederick led Azure through the curtains onto the open stage. Everyone in the crowd stood, clapping. However, they paused almost in unison when the Queen of Virgo came into full view. Women clasped their hands to their mouths. Men stared, their hands remaining inches apart in mid-clap. A beat later, everyone continued their applause.

  Frederick stepped up to the podium, Azure at his side, and patiently waited for the applause to die away. “Some of you know that changes took place in Terran yesterday. Some of you don’t know that change has been brewing here for a long time. My father, Emperor Richard, was cast from the throne and imprisoned because of the simple fact that he had a child who is half witch.” Frederick’s eyes flicked to Azure, who continued to stand at his side although it was growing more awkward.