by Kristie Cook
Some of her facial features had changed, too. She looked older by at least a couple of years. Gone was the subtle roundness of lingering baby fat. Now, her cheeks, nose, and lips appeared sculpted by the most deft hands on any galaxy.
It was a lot to take in, but she wasn’t given much time to gawk at herself. She spent what felt like an eternity at the hands of the Wrym, first in front of the vanity and then inside the closet. Her gaze kept slipping to the doors, hoping Ty would return. Why had he been gone so long?
At long, long last, Kyra was ready. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her closet and wondered what movie or magazine she had just wandered out of. There was no way that person in the mirror was her.
She supposed what she wore constituted a gown. The under-layer was a shimmering fabric of blue that matched her eyes exactly. It banded across her upper arms and breasts, falling in a V down to her waist and then curving around to hug her thighs and legs. It fell into soft folds past her feet, part of the skirt trailing behind her in a short train. Her shoulders, most of her back, her midsection, and large portions of her sides were bare.
Over the fabric was a sophisticated network of thin, woven strands of light blue gems. The strands made a delicate web-like pattern that fit her body perfectly, serving as an accent without really covering anything. A slightly larger cluster of gems sat just beneath her breasts. The strands reached mid-thigh, where the fabric of the skirt was fullest. She looked like she was standing on a cloud.
Her hair had been swept up in an elaborate design. More strands of gems had been incorporated into the style, glittering as she turned her head. Jeweled earrings hung from her ears. A series of bracelets decorated each arm. Even her shoes had jewels on them.
Between all of the accessories and the cosmetics the Wrym had used, Kyra felt as fake as most of the pictures she saw in magazines. And now she was going to be introduced to people her parents deemed “important,” who would probably be as fake as she looked.
Oh, Ty, she thought miserably. Where are you?
She murmured her thanks and left the closet once the Wrym bowed and backed away from her. The Mynder Kyra didn’t know moved out of the closet ahead of her, striding over to the main doors in the entry parlor. Gren waited until she left and followed her.
Spotting the small tray of finger foods that one of the Wrym had produced, she walked over to it and lifted the glass of peach-colored liquid beside it. Gren reached out and took it from her, making her frown. He sipped it, giving her a quick wink that eased her irritation. Once he was sure it wasn’t going to kill her, he handed it back.
Guess Ty wasn’t the only one risking his life for her.
“Thank you, Gren.”
She finished the glass, ignoring the food. Her stomach was a churning mass of nerves.
More time passed. She sent Ty thoughts, not knowing if he was hearing them. He had said he wouldn’t be gone long, but he had been gone for hours.
Or had he? She looked out of one of the windows in her bedroom and realized the sky hadn’t changed color. Maybe it was a slightly darker shade of pink, but definitely not as dark as night. Had she lost all track of time?
Finally, Gren and his companion drew to attention. Gren opened the doors. She hurried forward, a smile on her face. The smile froze when she realized who had entered.
It wasn’t Ty. It was VycorDane.
Chapter 25
Why did her parents’ Advisor cause her so much anxiety?
Kyra pondered this as he strode into her chambers. He looked every bit the dashing lord in his dark red doublet, matching pants, and black knee-high boots. If he’d had a sword strapped to his side, she might have thought he was about to go out and slay a dragon or something equally daring.
So why did she feel so uncomfortable in his presence? Was it the look he gave her as he saw her standing there? Was it the arrogance she detected in his every movement? Or was it something worse … because she found him attractive?
She dismissed the last thought as he stopped a few feet away and bowed. His eyes grazed hungrily over her body as he bent down, lingering in places they had no right to. The carnal look made her shiver with revulsion rather than appreciation. Weren’t those types of feelings supposed to be repressed in both males and females? Maybe he had paired with someone and had his repression removed, she reasoned, then promptly felt sorry for his amanti, since he shouldn’t be looking at another female that way.
“Ma’jah Kyr,” he said as he once again stood. “I have come to escort you to the welcome ceremony.”
Her face fell. “You have?”
“Indeed. I must say, I am greatly honored.”
She longed to ask him where Ty was and why he wasn’t escorting her, but she was worried that her curiosity would be suspect. “Aren’t you going to escort your amanti?” she asked instead.
Confusion crossed his features. “My amanti?”
She realized from his look and tone that he wasn’t paired. So why was he looking at her so inappropriately?
“My apologies,” she stammered. “Dem-Shyr TaeDane might have explained that my memories are still spotty. Are we leaving now?”
His expression eased into one of careful consideration. “Yes. The event started a while ago. The Guardians wanted you to have a grand entrance after most of the guests had arrived.”
Oh, great. Aloud, she said, “Okay. Well, I appreciate the escort.”
He offered her his arm, which she took. The fabric of his doublet felt velvety beneath her fingers. She realized the detailed etching along the doublet’s sleeves had been done in real gold thread. In light of the extravagance she’d seen already, she could only imagine what she was about to witness at the ceremony.
“I am certain you were expecting Dem-Shyr TaeDane,” he said as Gren and the second Mynder opened the doors and they stepped out into a large hallway. “However, as he is in charge of your security, he is overseeing everything tonight.”
Feeling his gaze on her face, she kept her expression contained. “Having time apart from my constant shadow is something of a relief, if you must know the truth, Advisor.”
His smile told her that she’d said the right thing. “I understand, Ma’jah,” he said in a low voice. Leaning more closely than made her comfortable, he whispered, “And please, call me Vycor when we’re alone.”
They were hardly alone, she thought, catching Gren’s glance when he overheard the Advisor. He and the other Mynder walked in front of them, and two more that she hadn’t realized were outside her chamber doors now walked behind. Still, she gave Vycor a small nod that had his smile widening.
“Of course, Vycor,” she whispered back.
As they progressed along the ornately decorated hallways, even more Mynders joined them. By the time they reached their destination, Kyra had her own entourage. For the first time, it really sank in how valuable everyone thought she was. It was both heady and terror-inducing. What could she possibly do that was so important?
The noise reached her before the ballroom came into sight. Even though the enormous doors were closed, she heard voices, music, and the clinking of glasses and cutlery. She tried scanning her memories for more details about this part of the palace and came up empty. Maybe she’d never even been here. That wasn’t a comforting thought.
Her heartbeat grew steadily faster the closer they got to the doors. By the time she could see the intricate silver and gold inlays decorating the ballroom entrance, her pulse had jumped into her throat.
How the hell was she going to do this? No one had prepared her. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? What was she supposed to say?
Vycor came to an abrupt stop. She glanced at him in confusion. His expression had morphed from pleased to … what, exactly? Irritated? Bored?
“Ma’jah Kyr.”
Ty’s voice had her suppressing a gasp. The group of Mynders in front of her parted, allowing him to approach. He looked spectacular, dressed entirely in black
. His hair was even lighter now, she realized, and wondered if he had washed it with a solution similar to the one that the Wrym had used on her to reveal her true color. His gaze met Gren’s before he turned back to her.
“Dem-Shyr,” she said, proud of the hint of distain she projected into her tone. She saw Vycor’s lips curve up. “What are you doing here?”
“I will escort you into the ballroom,” he said, taking her left arm by the elbow.
“You are meant to be overseeing security, Dem-Shyr,” Vycor said.
Definitely irritated, Kyra thought.
“I am, Advisor.”
That was apparently all of the explanation that Ty was going to give. Vycor seemed as though he wanted to say something else, but he just lifted his chin in acknowledgement and walked up to the double doors. The Mynders stationed there opened the doors for him. A blare of trumpets sounded, making Kyra jump. Vycor paused just inside the doorway, his gaze not looking to either side.
“Announcing the arrival of Advisor VycorDane,” a booming voice declared.
Kyra watched as Vycor continued forward and descended down a staircase. She couldn’t see anything beyond the top stair. The doors closed on the ballroom noise, which hadn’t altered after the disruptive introduction. She stared at the doors as though her sure death awaited behind them.
You can do this, Kyr.
Ty’s thought was as clear as speech. How was that possible?
She kept her gaze forward to avoid suspicion. She didn’t know how he was suddenly able to connect with her mind this way, but she wasn’t about to fight it.
I don’t know if I can, she thought back. I mean, look at me, Ty. I feel like I’m on display.
I can’t look at you. Just the brief glimpse I allowed myself had my arms burning.
Unexpected pleasure coursed through her at his revelation. For the first time, she was grateful the Wrym had gone to such lengths to make her beautiful.
You’re always beautiful, Kyr. Tonight, you’re exquisite.
She knew he was trying to distract her from her doubts as he led her towards the doors. Everyone has such high expectations of me, she thought.
And you will exceed every one of them.
His confidence was staggering. It was also unwavering. She felt his certainty as clearly as she heard his thoughts.
For the first time, she felt that confidence rise in herself. Why shouldn’t she be able to do great things? She had healed from not one, but two different begothia wounds, one of which she apparently shouldn’t have survived. She could share thoughts with Ty, something that seemed to surprise even him. If everyone else believed in her so much, why shouldn’t she believe in herself?
Ty gave her arm a gentle squeeze, silently agreeing with her. They paused outside the doors. She guessed he was conveying her arrival through his thoughts. As if by command, all of the noise in the ballroom faded. The trumpets sounded again, this time issuing a longer, more elaborate musical flourish. Despite her surge of confidence, her nerves shimmied as the doors opened.
“Announcing the arrival of the Ascendant,” the loud voice declared.
Instantly, her nerves quieted. A sense of calm settled over her. That was exactly right, a deep part of her agreed. She was no longer Kyra Vaughn, a college student with an uncertain future. She was Ma’jah KyrVawn, the Ascendant.
She was the future ruler of worlds.
Chapter 26
Are you ready, Kyr?
Yes, she thought back to Ty. Let’s give them all what they’ve been waiting for.
He guided her forward. When they reached the doorway, he released her arm and offered her his to hold for balance as they walked down the stairs. The Mynders guarding the doors bowed as they passed.
Ty paused for a moment on the top stair. She wondered why, since she had already been introduced. A dramatic intake of breath made her understand. The prolonged gasp hadn’t come from one person, but from the entire room. Ty had obviously anticipated the reaction, which almost made her smile.
As they once again started forward, she kept her shoulders back and lifted her chin in the manner she remembered being trained to do by her mother. She was grateful for Ty’s arm, not wanting to trip and fall on her face at this significant moment. Curious, she allowed her gaze to drift around as they descended.
The first thing she noticed was the chandeliers. She’d come to remember that everything within the palace was large, ornate, and over-the-top on the luxury scale. These were no exception. There were four of them, all larger than school buses and dripping with crystals. The light in them was generated from a harmless chemical reaction, she remembered, and not electricity. A soft, romantic glow covered the vast ballroom. It touched on her gown, sparkling off the many jeweled strands. The Wrym had known exactly how to make sure all eyes were riveted on her.
And they were. She actually felt everyone staring at her.
Most of them have been waiting a long time to see you, Ty thought as his sharp gaze scanned the crowd.
She knew that, but being the center of attention still felt foreign to her. A weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she considered that many of these people were in awe of what she represented to them, not just her appearance.
She couldn’t fail them.
You won’t.
Squeezing Ty’s arm as they reached the last stair, she expressed her appreciation over his faith in her. Then she released him, knowing that was what she was supposed to do. He once again took her elbow. They started forward, stepping out onto a dark purple carpet that Ty conveyed had been set down especially for her. She couldn’t help but feel like royalty as they crossed the room to the far side, where a long table was set up on a riser. As they got closer, she saw her parents on either side of the tall, central chair, which she assumed was for her. Vycor sat in the chair to her father’s left. A woman Kyr didn’t recognize sat on her mother’s right.
That is JuwalDane, the most powerful female Mynder, Ty explained. You haven’t met her yet.
Kyr didn’t need to be told why. She remembered that the female Mynders made all of the matches between couples on Alametria. When she left, Kyr hadn’t been old enough to be matched.
She was now.
Pushing aside the unease produced by that thought, she glanced along the rest of the table. She spotted Sem and Avana, as well as her Kyndred. The sight of them made her smile. She hoped that she’d get the chance to talk to all of them.
Her gaze fell on the two remaining people at the table, one male and one female. They both wore dark sunglasses and white robes that made Kyr think of the clergy on Earth. Their coloring, both hair and skin, was so pale as to almost appear translucent. These, then, were the V’larian ambassadors mentioned by her mother.
Telad is the male and Ravina is the female, Ty conveyed as they stopped in front of the table. You haven’t met either of them … in fact, you haven’t met anyone from another planet. Just so you know, the Guardians instructed them not to speak directly to you. I think your parents want to maintain an aura of power and mystique around you.
She didn’t reply as everyone sitting at the table stood up and bowed. When she started to return the bow, Ty held her upright.
You bow to no one, Ma’jah.
“Welcome, Ma’jah Kyr,” her father said in a voice that carried. “We are all pleased you have returned safely from your lessons. You have been missed.”
“Thank you, Guardian Brunyr,” she responded.
For some reason, that prompted a series of murmurs. Ty silently conveyed that they were marveling over hearing her speak for the first time. That almost made her snort in disbelief.
“Won’t you please join us, Ma’jah?” her mother asked, waving at the empty chair.
“Of course, Guardian Shaya.”
As Ty led her to the stairs leading up to the table, it occurred to her that there was no seat for him. That was followed quickly by a memory. He never ate with her.
The thought dishea
rtened her. Never before had their two stations been so clearly set apart.
I can’t protect you if I’m eating, he thought. I will always be nearby, Kyr.
She didn’t respond as she walked past Avana, Ullah, Ravina, Juwal, and her mother to her chair. Ty’s fingers trailed lightly along her upper arm and shoulder as he assisted her into her seat. Her skin seemed to spark wherever he touched. She wondered if it had been deliberate.
Of course it was.
Her lips twitched over his drawled thought. Her humor vanished as everyone beside her took their seats and a clear barrier whooshed from the ceiling to the floor. She froze, wondering what was happening.
It’s a protective barrier, Ty explained. Weapons can’t get through.
Her posture eased, only to tense again when she really registered what he’d said. Weapons? Were there people there who wanted to harm her?
That’s unlikely.
Terrific. Giving him a quick, dubious glance, she settled into her seat and tried to enjoy the meal.
“We have requested all of your favorites, Ma’jah,” her mother said.
“Thank you, Guardian,” she replied, feeling ridiculously formal. Leaning a little closer and lowering her voice in case it wasn’t appropriate, she whispered, “Your dress reminds me of a sunrise. You look lovely.”
Her mother looked momentarily nonplussed, but she recovered quickly. Her smile warmed her eyes. “Thank you.”
Several servers stepped forward, all of them carrying plates. Kyr realized for the first time that her place was set with the exception of her plate, and guessed everything had been prepared in another location and was being brought in. Pink liquid was poured from a silver pitcher, filling everyone’s glasses. She couldn’t remember what the beverage was called, but she knew she liked it.
It’s yarow nectar. Ty stepped forward and leaned over her, lifting her glass and sipping from it. She realized everyone was watching him until he once again placed the glass down. Go easy on it.
