Reign Queen

by L. Darby Gibbs

  Reign Queen

  The Kavin Cut Chronicles

  Book 3

  L. Darby Gibbs

  Inkabout Publishing

  Reign Queen

  The Kavin Cut Chronicles

  By L. Darby Gibbs

  Published by Inkabout Publishing at Smashwords

  Copyright 2021 L. Darby Gibbs

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover art by rynkatryn.com

  Edited by Sarah Engelke, www.engelke-editing.com

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  To My Readers

  About the Author

  Other Books by L. Darby Gibbs

  Sample 1: excerpt from The Dragon Question, Solstice Dragon World novel

  Sample 2: excerpt from The Sharded Boy, book 1 of the Standing Stone series

  Chapter One

  She had nothing to be nervous about.

  Kambry paced before the door of her chambers, her long brown hair tickling her arms as she turned. She took her thick hair in her hands and braided it thoughtfully before laying it over one shoulder. She made herself to sit on the cream-colored couch and confirm it would force the sitter to face the chair a couple paces away.

  Her stillness lasted only a moment. She tugged at the strap that secured the leather scabbard to the back of her right hand. Twice she lifted the hidden cavity in the leather and watched the slim, jeweled queen’s knife handle slide into view. Sybil would arrive soon. She pressed the tiny blade back into the scabbard. She really needed to stop playing with the thing.

  Kambry stood and paced again, tugging at the wrist strap, her hair slowly unraveling.

  The firm knock on her door stopped her midstep, and she turned to face the entrance. After smoothing the fabric of her dress with damp palms, she said, “Come in,” laced her fingers together at her waistline and lifted her chin.

  Guardsman Drew opened the door, his round face coming into view and intent on her own. Sybil stood behind him, her uniform dress in the old green and purple Kavin colors, pressed sharp to go with her stern figure. They may be new colors for her uniform, but she was in her established no-nonsense stance. As usual, the gray-streaked mess of a bun on the top of her head contrasted with her neat appearance.

  “The sybil is here as you requested, Miss do Brode,” Drew said.

  “Thank you, Guard Drew.” Kambry nodded at him before giving the seer a steady gaze. “Please, enter, Sybil. There isn’t much time, and we have a lot to cover.”

  Sybil nodded, her bun bobbing off beat, as if it was slow to catch up with her actions. When Drew stepped aside, she marched in, sitting immediately on the cream-colored couch. The door latched shut behind her, and they were alone.

  Kambry narrowed her eyes. In fewer than three hours, they would crown her queen. Should her sybil be sitting in her presence without permission? She would have to consult Lady Laurents on the etiquette of such things. She stared at Sybil. Let her decide what she should do.

  Sybil rose, shoulders straight, and placed her hands behind her back. Even her bun seemed to straighten.

  Kambry sat down on the satin chair she had placed to face the couch. She dipped her chin, and Sybil sat again, her lips twitching.

  Was she amused by Kambry’s demand for respect?

  “How can I help you, Miss do Brode?”

  “I would like you to listen to me.”

  Sybil gave her an attentive gaze, and Kambry tried not to fidget. This wasn’t easy, but she needed to set the precedent. Sybil had manipulated her and had been overly selective with her information. It had been appropriate when Kambry had first arrived, innocent of the intrigue and dangers of being a gullible plant selected by Prince Russal to ferret out his enemies.

  But after being drawn into the conspiracy and betrothed to the prince, she should have been told the truth about her situation and how she could protect herself and the prince. Kambry allowed her annoyance to rise and thin her mouth with tension. The sense of frustration at how Sybil had finessed Kambry into specific actions and situations steadied her, and she settled her shoulders and steeled herself for what she had to say to the woman who was to inform and support her king and queen honestly and forthrightly.

  “I am not comfortable with how you have withheld information, implied untruths, which I took for reliable facts, and arranged conditions to meet an ulterior plan of your own. Your actions lead me to question your appointment as sybil for Kavin leadership.”

  Sybil’s stiff appearance faltered for a moment. “I have done what was necessary to protect the realm.”

  “Am I queen of Kavin?” Sybil would know she was not referring to the ceremony that would commence later, of that Kambry was sure.

  “Kavin has accepted you as queen.”

  “An interesting way of putting it, Sybil. Do you agree with that acceptance?”

  “I would not question Kavin’s choice nor our new king’s.”

  “Another interesting way of answering.” Kambry leaned forward on the smooth satin cushion. “Am I your queen, Sybil? I hope that question is direct enough to receive a direct answer from you.”

  Sybil was a pacer and a straightener when she needed to think or work off stress. Having to remain seated was already unsettling the woman. Kambry scrutinized her. Was Sybil uncomfortable because she didn’t believe Kambry would be a good queen, or was she feeling guilty for manipulating her future ruler?

  “Miss do Brode, you have acted commendably in trying and dangerous circumstances. I approve of you very much. I regret having to force your hand to ensure the best interests of the realm based on my understanding of potential results. Had you been from Kavin, had you been educated and experienced in ways that would have prepared you to be queen, I would have acted differently.”

  “My naivete made it necessary for you to be ingenuous?”

  “I have been in a difficult position and had to make choices I thought my queen would expect of me, even if I undermined my trustworthiness. “

  Kambry tugged at the strap at her wrist, then forced her fingers to still. Which queen was Sybil loyal to? “Who is your queen?”

  Sybil’s legs tensed, as if to raise herself to stand. She crossed her ankles, her eyes focusing beyond Kambry’s shoulder. “It would be better if we had this conversation after your union with the king.”

  “We’ll have it now. My first act as queen will be to discuss with Russal your continued position as sybil, so I need to know now if retaining you is the correct move.”

  Sybil’s eyes trained on Kambry, the intensity enough to make Kambry concentrate her gaze.

  “Queen Mya select
ed me,” Sybil said, naming Russal’s mother. “King Russal made it official shortly after the death of his parents. I have served Queen Mya’s intentions since, based on my understanding of how she ruled Kavin and made use of her sybil’s advice. After your dance during the Grand Review, I have been split in my loyalties, trying to meet what I believe Queen Mya would want and what would serve my new queen best. My loyalties, after the union and official crowning of queen this afternoon, will be entirely yours.”

  Kambry rose to her feet and paced the room twice. She had prepared to hear Sybil was loyal to Russal or the traitorous mistress Maizalyn, but not Queen Mya and herself. She hadn’t thought even once of a continued fidelity to the murdered queen.

  She faced Sybil. “What of King Russal?”

  “Miss do Brode, betrothed to the king of Kavin, queens appoint sybils. She owes her loyalty only to the queen. Therefore, I answer only to my queen. This is tradition, though not public. The assumption that my loyalties lie with the direct-line ruler of Kavin is encouraged, but that is untrue. It lies with whomever is queen. I was loyal to the prince, now king, but in a manner my queen would approve.”

  “You are referring to Queen Mya, not me?”

  “You see my difficulty,” she said with an approving nod, seconded by her bun. “I have guided Prince Russal as my queen would have wanted me to. But once you danced with the prince and Kavin, my allegiance went to you. It has not been a simple transition, as you have not accepted the mantle of queen willingly.”

  Kambry couldn’t deny the statement. She had refused to acknowledge she was the queen of Kavin. After today, that would no longer be a position she could argue. Though she still felt ill-equipped for the role, she accepted it as part and parcel of her union with Russal. So Sybil had a valid point.

  Kambry sat down in the chair and folded her hands in her lap. “Perhaps specificity would help us clarify the issues I have with you. You knew Covey would be in the passages and that he would attempt to abduct me, yet you allowed my guards to believe me perfectly safe.”

  “You were. You escaped just as my impression led me to believe.”

  “And your impressions are always correct?”

  “I have three apprentice sybils. I consult with them. If we are all in accordance, I can assume my impression is reliable.”

  “So four of you knew that Covey would be in the passages?”

  “And Marshal Burtram.”

  “I will deal with him later.” Kambry wasn’t looking forward to that discussion. She relied on Burty, finding him one rock she could cling to when she felt insecure. That he had allowed her to come face to face with her nemesis was disconcerting. “There were four of you. You all had impressions that I would escape?”

  “It doesn’t work quite that way.”

  Kambry huffed. This was getting tiresome. She needed a thorough understanding of just how it all “worked” with Sybil’s access to future events. “Clarify, please.”

  “Only your sybil, me actually, receives an impression.” She stopped, and Kambry leaned forward.

  “There is an exception?”

  “One of my apprentices gets occasional impressions. He is unique, but we believe it is because of a traumatic experience he had as a child. Only I received the impression. However, my apprentices perceive the rightness. Perhaps accuracy is a better term for my analyses. I can provide them with an interpretation and ask if they note any objection.”

  “What interpretation did you supply them with?” Would an apprentice sybil be an informant for Covey?

  “I stated that you would be free to roam throughout the castle without fear of attack or other dangers. I was not specific about where you would roam.”

  So no possibility of an informant. “And they saw no concern for me?”

  “They agreed there would be stress, but it would be short-lived, and you would be safe at all times.”

  “That is a fairly accurate assessment, I suppose,” Kambry said grudgingly. “So you encouraged Marshal Burtram to expose me to this experience.”

  Annoyance washed over Sybil’s face. “We discussed the matter, and Marshal Burtram stated he would suggest your senior guard Gordanza take you into the passages so you would learn more about the castle. I don’t make decisions about your safety, Miss do Brode.”

  The statement that Burty had proposed setting her loose in the passages hadn’t made her happy, but Sybil’s last statement about her safety put her teeth on edge and redirected where she wanted their meeting to go. Burty had already explained that the best training required facing danger, and he was the individual to determine what she could handle. That wasn’t so with the sybil.

  She stood and looked down at Sybil. “You have made decisions regarding my safety and Russal’s. You led me to believe if I left the borders of Kavin, then Kavin Wood would keep Russal from leaving as well. I believed because of your manipulation that my departure from the realm would secure the safety of both of us and result in Lady Amily’s rescue.”

  “Did it not?”

  “Covey kidnapped me, and a woman I have not yet identified intended to kill me or cut off my thumb to gain this ring.” She held out her hand.

  Sybil exhaled a breath noisily, as if she had reason to be annoyed.

  Kambry laced her hands behind her back, a finger batting at the strap. She struggled to keep from rolling her eyes at her own nervousness. She was the queen, wasn’t she?

  “You were safe. You escaped, you assisted in the rescue of Lady Amily and her children, the king came to no harm, and you all returned to Kavin, each according to my impression.”

  All true. “You needn’t be smug about it, Sybil. It could have fallen out differently at any point.”

  “No, it couldn’t. I warned you Covey would capture you. I told you that more than once. Your involvement resulted in the quick rescue of Lady Amily and the young heirs of Kavin, and you kept the king from leaving Kavin Wood. Had you stayed in Kavin and the prince proceeded in his plans to rescue his sister himself, he would have had to face Covey and the women that control him. You were outside Kavin Wood, captive, and that kept King Russal from leaving Kavin Wood. Hindsight is a lovely gift, but it sometimes lends itself to the belief that all would have worked out had we all just sat tight.”

  Kambry paced from the door to her chair. Hindsight. How annoying. Russal hadn’t exited the tree line when Dorvea and Lessa had returned on horseback. He had waited in the woods. He hadn’t said Kavin Wood had stopped him from leaving, but it made perfect sense now. She had already asked him if he could not exit the tree line. Though there was no proof that keeping him inside Kavin Wood protected him from Covey, Kavin had refused to allow him to leave.

  She had faced Covey instead with the ring and Kavin Wood magic, making it possible to force him to leave. Had that interference made the difference that kept Russal’s continued governance of the kingdom of Kavin? If Covey had them both and the ring, he might have been able to force his coup.

  Was it possible Sybil had other impressions she hadn’t shared in their entirety? “Do you know who wears the queen’s ring?”

  Sybil’s face revealed a sudden understanding. “So there are two rings?”

  Kambry nodded slowly, unsettled that she knew something Sybil had only suspected.

  Sybil stood and took two steps and stopped. She faced Kambry. “May I walk about? It helps me think.”

  “Of course, far be it from me to hamper your process.” She knew her tone was condescending, but she couldn’t keep her irritation hidden. There were just too many difficulties to face as a queen. She waved a hand. “Please, pace away, and straighten anything that moves your thoughts along.”

  Sybil’s mouth fell slightly open and clamped shut. She paced with a marching step the length of Kambry’s chamber, from the glass doors of the balcony to the door that led to the castle halls. Kambry sat down and tugged at the wrist strap. She huffed. I need to break that habit.

  Sybil stopped by her chair. “Two ring
s. One worn by a woman outside Kavin Wood. One worn by you, but yours belongs to the king.”

  Kambry turned in her chair and looked up at Sybil. “Yes. But who wears the other ring? Do you know?”

  “Just that she is a woman. I wasn’t sure that you and she weren’t the same. The impression is indistinct. I am never wrong when I am certain you are the focus. But there have been times I was unsure who was wearing the ring.”

  “Because it wasn’t me?”

  “It didn’t feel like you.”

  They remained silent, one sitting stiffly, the other standing rigidly.

  “I need time to unscramble my understanding. Knowing there are two rings changes the possibilities.”

  “We need to talk to Russal.”

  “About that, Miss do Brode. The reason I wanted to wait for this discussion until after the crowning is that King Russal must never know my loyalty is with you alone. It will be rare that what you need from me will challenge what he needs, but you will always win. It may seem unlikely now, but when you are queen, you will view the situation differently. With Marshal Burtram, the king always wins. They both understand their roles, and you must, too. It is important that you appear at all times united. A known split in the power of Kavin could cause dissension.”

  Kambry stood and faced her. “I will not lie to Russal.”

  “You have kept information from him before when you thought it would protect him. This is no different. In fact, it is far more necessary than any reason you held in the past. Think the implications through before you share this information. What would it add to this other woman’s strength to know the sybil is loyal to the queen only?”

  She would think it through. Telling Russal was not making it public, and she knew the marshal was faithful to Russal and no one else. How could the sybil’s loyalty be any different? Except, Kambry wasn’t from Kavin and educated to be a queen. That changed the dynamics somewhat. She only had Sybil’s word that her loyalty was to the queen alone, but she would think about it before she spoke to Russal. It would have to wait until later today, as they wouldn’t see each other until the ceremony.