by T. S. Ryder
Things only became more complicated when, after they had spent two months together as a couple, Alice began to notice something different about herself.
Her breasts had begun to feel tender to the touch and her moods switched at random with little to no reasoning. After the second month, it became apparent to her that her missed menstrual cycle might not have been a coincidence. As if simply being queen hadn’t been trouble enough, she was pregnant.
Matheus was thrilled when she told him, but didn’t seem to share her concerns about the child causing an uproar.
“They don’t like me. They aren’t going to be happy that I’m having your child,” she attempted to explain, standing in front of the mirror while Matheus helped her zip up her dress. It was too snug. She was going to have to ask for new clothing any day now. “We should probably try to keep it a secret as long as we can, just for the safety of the child.”
“Keeping the baby a secret is just going to cause more problems in the long run,” Matheus mumbled, his hands trailing over Alice’s hips. “The only way that they are ever going to be able to accept change is if we ease them into it. Producing a child out of the blue will just shock them, and that’s when I would be concerned about potential revolts.”
“I suppose you know your kind better than I do,” Alice said, turning around and kissing Matheus. “I’ll trust your decision, love. Just be careful, alright? The last thing that I want to have to do is put down a rebellion in order to save you, though I doubt that anyone would dare cross your mother in such a way.” She grinned, earning a fond smile from the king.
It was true. No matter how many people disliked the new king and his radical changes, his mother was a woman nobody wanted to cross. She had been in the manor for nearly 400 years and she knew better than anyone else how to manipulate the government to her will. People who crossed her wound up dead, without fail. The former queen ruled with an iron fist even when she was not directly in power.
“I’ve got a few meetings today. Will you be alright on your own?” Matheus asked, drawing Alice out of her thoughts.
“I’ll just disappear into the libraries like I always do. Ever since you took me as a mate, the harem has been in a state of panic. They believe you’re going to banish them or something,” Alice said, running her fingers through her hair and smiling when Talon trotted up to her and leaped up onto her shoulder, purring lowly.
“That’s ridiculous, I would never do that.” Matheus frowned. “They’ll just switch over from my servants to yours. That is what every king before me has done once they found a suitable mate.” Alice looked a bit startled at this but nodded slowly.
Having that many servants was hardly necessary, but if the women wanted to stay, she supposed she could find work for them all to do. Perhaps she could even start up her own school to teach the girls something about witchcraft if they were interested.
“Well, I’m off,” Matheus said, pressing a kiss to Alice’s lips. “I have a meeting with an ambassador from the Fae today. I’m hoping to further our friendship and even reopen some trade routes.” He grinned, earning a soft smile from Alice, who kissed him on the nose.
“Hurry back. I’ll be reading if you need me,” she said, waving him off and watching as he disappeared down the hall.
Moving out of the room with Talon trotting beside her, Alice smiled when Lindsey rushed up to her. The girl’s hair had started to grow back, the tresses falling around her ears in a bob that dusted against her cheeks. Alice had helped her out with that, coming up with a paste that encouraged hair growth.
“Alice! I mean…your majesty!” Lindsey grinned, blushing when Alice raised an eyebrow at the girl. “Right, just Alice,” Lindsey laughed, playing with her hair. “Lady Lindgern requested that you join her in her parlor. She wants to discuss something with you.”
Alice pulled a face, but relented, knowing that she had very little choice in the matter. She could at least humor the woman who was now her mother-in-law.
“Thank you, Lindsey. If you wouldn’t mind running down to the library, would you grab a few books for me?” Alice pulled the notebook she kept in her pocket out and scribbled down a list for the girl. “Thank you. I’m sure if you give it to the librarian, he’ll help you,” she said, earning an eager nod from Lindsey.
“Of course!” Lindsey beamed, studying the titles on the paper before making a face. “Are you sure you want to read these? Half of them are in foreign languages.”
“It’s impossible for anyone to better themselves without learning. Some learn the art of the sword, others learn through textbooks. Either way, sometimes you have to be a little bored if it means producing a favorable end goal.” Alice laughed, gesturing towards the window. “In this case, I’m trying to get a rather stubborn foreign herb to grow in unfamiliar soil. This means I not only need to read the books on the plant, but I also have to translate them first, hence the extensive list.”
“I suppose that makes sense, but it’s still boring.” Lindsey shrugged, disappearing down the hall and leaving Alice standing with a small smile on her lips.
Lindsey had a lot of potential, she just didn’t realize it yet. At least Alice had plenty of time to teach the girl. She might be able to make a witch out of her.
Shaking her head, Alice moved down the hall towards the room where she was supposed to meet her mother-in-law. Slipping inside after a quick knock, she yelped as she felt a hand grab her wrist the moment she was inside. Talon let out a hiss but was quickly silenced by an icy glare from Jennifer.
“Hush. Did anyone follow you?” Jennifer growled, her hand firm on Alice’s wrist. When Alice shook her head, Jennifer locked the door. “Quickly, follow me,” she ordered, pulling Alice towards one of the many bookshelves in the room and pulling down one of the book ends.
Instantly, Alice found herself being pulled forward into a long hallway lit dimly by a few lanterns. What was going on?
“Here we are,” Jennifer mumbled, pressing aside another brick wall and revealing a small, well-lit office. There were doors leading out of the room in various directions and Alice found herself wondering how many different passageways the woman had in the manor.
“Why did you bring me here?” Alice demanded, crossing her arms over her chest as Jennifer sat down at her desk and looked up at Alice with a frown.
“Because you are the only one I want to hear what I’m about to say,” Jennifer explained, pointing to a chair in front of her desk. “Sit,” she commanded, her tone leaving Alice no room to argue.
Obeying, Alice regarded her mother-in-law slowly. Something about Jennifer seemed different. She was more haggard. Alice had known that something was going on, that things were changing, but she hadn’t realized just how bad they were until she saw just how exhausted the vampire mistress looked.
“We don’t have much time to discuss this, I fear,” Jennifer began, her eyes filled with a worry and exhaustion that Alice had never seen before. “Matheus is in danger. The coven is restless with all the changes he has implemented and despite our prosperity, there are some who wish to revert back to our old ways.”
“I assumed as much, but I didn’t figure they would risk crossing you.” Alice’s voice was calm, but the idea that Matheus was in danger left her heart fluttering in her chest.
“That was true for quite some time, but they are getting bolder,’ Jennifer grumbled, her fangs flashing behind her crimson lips. “I’ve identified the trouble maker stirring up talks of rebellion, a high-standing lord named Eric Gualtiero. He’s young, just under a century, and he believes that he can remake this crumbled kingdom into the empire my husband destroyed.”
“If you know who is causing the problems, why don’t you put a stop to it?” Alice asked.
“I would if I could. He’s surrounded himself with powerful men, men who will remain loyal to him until I have hard evidence that he is planning treason against my son,” Jennifer pointed out, her eyes tired.
“Do you want me to try to uncover something?” Alice raised an eyebrow at this. She was a witch, not a spy.
“Nonsense. You’re a warrior, you don’t have the abilities required to get the information I need.” Jennifer snorted, much to Alice’s irritation. Alice didn’t argue, though, waiting to hear what Jennifer had in mind instead. “No, I need you to do your job. I need you to protect my son. He has basic battle training and has done his share of battling, but he is not exactly observant enough to notice an attack heading towards him.”
“You want me to act as a bodyguard for my mate?” Alice let out a thoughtful noise at this, Talon curling up against her foot with a curious flick of his ear.
“The one that they most expect to be there is often the least likely to be acknowledged. You are his mate and as a woman, you blend in well with the king. I’ve used my ability to blend into events many times before. A good spy is one who isn’t expected or seen,” Jennifer said. “Protect my son. He’s all I’ve ever had and I’m trusting that you’ll keep my little boy safe.” For the first time, Alice saw a softness in the former queen’s eyes that she had never seen before.
“Of course,” Alice smiled, reaching out and touching Jennifer’s hand. “I love him dearly and as long as I’m standing, no one is going to get near him,” she insisted, determination flooding through her.
No one was going to take Matheus away from her. She had never thought she would fall in love and now that she had, she was never going to let anyone take that away from her.
“Good,” Jennifer smiled, gesturing to the door with a cough. “I’ve got research to do, I suggest you get back to him,” she mumbled, although Alice could see the gratitude on her face. Before she could leave, though, Jennifer cleared her throat. “Do be careful, though. I know that you’re expecting. The last thing that I want is for you to lose a child protecting mine.” She barely looked up from her papers as she spoke.
Alice felt her heart flutter a bit. It was the closest that Jennifer had ever been to saying that she cared about her. A smile on her lips, Alice stepped out of the door into the winding secret passage once again. Her heart filled with determination, she started to make her way towards her quarters.
She had Jennifer’s approval, and now that she was positive they were working together towards the same goal, all she had to do was protect her lover and their unborn child.
Chapter Ten
“You’ve been rather on edge recently, is everything alright?” Matheus’ voice drew Alice out of the book she had been skimming over and over to where her mate was polishing his sword after a round of sparring with one of his personal guards.
Sighing, Alice sat the book aside before sliding over to her mate’s side. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his forehead.
“I’m alright, love, just feeling a bit on edge with the baby on the way,” she mumbled, her eyes softening when the man set aside his sword and moved to his feet.
Squeaking as she was lifted up into his powerful arms, Alice laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Closing her eyes, she allowed him to carry her to the bed. As soon as they were both nestled under the blankets, his head moved to rest on her chest, just above her heart. He loved listening to her heartbeat and said that the sound soothed him. Vampire’s heartbeats were so shallow and slow that they hardly seemed to have any heartbeat at all, giving them the illusion of being the living dead.
“Don’t worry so much. I revealed your pregnancy to the others, and they all seem to be happy for us. If they aren’t, I doubt they have enough malice for me that they would try anything to harm you,” Matheus insisted, attempting to soothe his mate as he rubbed lightly at her sides. Alice sighed, wishing that her lover could know what she did, but instead smiled and pressed her lips to his forehead.
“You’re right, I’m being ridiculous,” she breathed, curling up around the man with a smile and closing her eyes when he pressed his lips against her shoulder. “I love you, darling,” she said, softly.
“I love you too, my queen,” Matheus responded, trailing his powerful, cool fingers through her hair.
Alice had just started to doze off when she heard the door open. Frowning, she pressed closer to her mate while the man softly snored below her. He was nearly impossible to coax from sleep, so it wasn’t a surprise that the soft sound hadn’t roused him.
Soft footsteps made their way towards the bed. Alice could hear the hesitation, the fear in the steps. This was not a person who had good intentions for the occupants of the bed.
Her hands moving slowly below the sheets, Alice focused on the form moving towards them.
“Lux,” she breathed, and the candles in the room were immediately lit. The intruder froze in fear as soon as the room was illuminated, the silver blade in their hand immediately coming into view. “Flumine!” Alice shouted as she sat up, a surge of water slamming into the intruder and throwing them against the wall.
Matheus sat up with a shout at the sudden commotion, his eyes flashing with confusion as he looked around. Instantly spotting the intruder pinned up against the wall, he lurched to his feet and stood in front of his mate. It only took a moment for them to recognize their potential assailant.
“Veronica,” Matheus growled, his eyes flashing murderously as he moved towards the girl. “You were…” His eyes landed on the blade beside the girl, his entire form shaking with rage.
“Who told you to do this, Veronica?” Alice demanded, moving to stand beside her mate, knowing full well that the girl was manipulative and controlling, but not malicious enough to plan such an attack herself.
“N-No one!” Veronica gasped, squirming as her watery bindings held her in place. “This was all my plan!” Her eyes were bright red and panicked as Alice lifted up the knife.
“A servant of your standing would never be able to acquire a silver blade with this much power ingrained in it. This is dark magic, and you do not have that level of power,” Alice snapped, her hands sparkling with energy as she placed the blade down on the counter.
“I wasn’t working with anyone! I bought the blade!” Veronica cried, earning a frown from Alice, who shook her head.
There were very few people in the world who could make such a blade. Those who could were powerful magicians or witches who would be unwilling to work with someone of such little standing as Veronica.
“No, you had an accomplice,” Alice glared, her eyes dark as she moved closer to the woman and glared. Magic sparkled in her hands as she thought of how to get the woman to talk, but her expertise had never been in interrogation. “I might not be able to get the information out of you, but you’re weak, Veronica. You won’t last long under the torturer’s blade,” she hissed, pulling back and resting her hand on her mate’s arm.
Matheus was trembling beside her, hurt and anger on his features as he moved to the doorway and shouted for the guards. Alice had never seen him so shaken. He trusted and adored his servants and the fact that someone would betray his trust in such a fashion after he had done so much for them had to be devastating for him.
Veronica was shuddering with fear as the guards streamed in. Alice released her magical bindings and allowed them to restrain her instead. Moving up to Matheus as the guards dragged Veronica away, Alice kissed his shoulder gently.
“Are you alright?” she whispered, kissing his neck and trailing her fingers over his side. He nodded, looking distant and angry as he turned and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“That knife wasn’t meant for just me,” he muttered, pressing his face to her neck. “She was on your side of the bed. That blade was laced with an enchantment so that it could kill a witch, as well as a vampire.”
Alice frowned and nodded, pressing her face to his neck and kissing his shoulder. She had figured as much when she saw the blade, but it made sense that whoever wanted Matheus dead wanted her gone as well. A vengeful, grief-driven witch was a powerful enemy to make.
“It will be OK.
We’ll find out who convinced her to do this, and we’ll make sure that they never get the chance to try it again,” she whispered, cradling her mate in her arms and letting out a relieved sigh when he kissed her on the lips.
“He’ll regret trying to harm my family,” Matheus growled. “No one crosses me like this and gets away with it. Whoever tried this will have hell to pay.” His voice was low, filled with a hatred that she had never before heard from him.
Resting her hand on her lover’s back, Alice kissed his shoulder gently. She would protect him and their unborn child no matter what she had to do. No one was going to harm her family.
Chapter Eleven
Lord Eric Gaultiero was a man who carried himself as if he were king. Tall, stately, and handsome in his own way, he was someone who knew how to speak and make people listen. As one of Matheus’ most powerful lords, it was hard to imagine him attempting any sort of uprising against the king. Still, if Jennifer was right, he was one of the biggest threats to Matheus at that moment.
During the months that Alice had been staying at the castle, she had not met the man, but after the attempt on her life, she made sure that Eric was aware that she suspected him. Tracking him down after one of Matheus’ meetings in the manor, she approached him with a false smile on her lips.
“Lord Gaultiero?” she asked, gaining his immediate attention. At her side, Talon’s ears twitched irritably, his eyes locked onto the lord as they moved to stand beside them.
“Ah, my queen, how might I serve you?” he asked, his eyes flickering momentarily down to the growing lump under Alice’s dress. “And please, call me Eric,” he insisted.
