One True Love

by Linda Kage

  Allera lifted her face from where she’d been whispering and giggling with Brentley. “Oh, no…” she said, shaking both her head and her hands. “I’ll never play that dreadful game against you again. You never let me win.”

  I snorted as I took my seat next to her. “I’m not supposed to let you win; that’s the point. You’re supposed to beat me on your own. I never let Nicolette win either, but she still adores playing me.”

  “Then Nicolette has far more fortitude than I. Because I refuse.”

  “Brentley?” I glanced past her to her husband with a pleading expression. “You’ll play me, won’t you?”

  “Yes, I think not,” Brentley answered with an easy laugh. “Allera’s told me too many horror stories.”

  That earned my sister an exasperated glance. “Stories that I’m sure were embellished,” I bit out. “Now be a good chap and humor your poor brother-in-law for a spot of fun, would you?”

  Allera blurted out a harsh laugh. “Fun? More like mental slaughter, you mean. You’re ruthless.”

  “And again, I say, Nicolette adores playing against me.”

  “Well, sorry, but I have plans for my husband after dinner,” Allera told me with a gloating smirk as she set her hand possessively on Brentley’s arm. In response, he turned a bright, beaming red and couldn’t seem to stop grinning. “So find another target to bully.”

  I grimaced, not at all pleased by how suggestive her plans sounded. I honestly didn’t want to know when she and her husband wanted to do that.

  Immediately turning toward Caulder, I beseeched, “Your Majesty...”

  But he merely lifted a hand and shook his head. “I think not, Prince Urban. A king must feel as if he’s the best at everything he does, and I don’t foresee you allowing me that pleasure if we played.”

  “Of course, I wouldn’t,” I said good-naturedly. “Because it’s never wise to think you’re completely invincible. None of us are getting out of this world alive; it would suit us well to fall every now and again. Helps make us heartier and teaches us how to get back up again and dust ourselves off. Keep going. Lives as long as we can.”

  “Hmm. And here, I have a feeling some of us will fall sooner than others,” Soren put in with a leer, making Yasmin laugh.

  I sent him a glance, not able to glare at him as I usually would because I could see too much of his wife next to him in my peripheral vision.

  She looked lovely tonight, wearing a flowing dress that seemed to change from a pale pink to a pale blue, depending how the light hit it. Her hair was down and spilled over bare shoulders, making me want to nuzzle into the warmth I knew I could find at her neck.

  So, yes, irritation was impossible to grasp whenever I could see a glimpse of all that.

  “Indeed,” was all I said with an acquiescing nod.

  But Soren, of course, drew some kind of threat from my words. His eyes narrowed and mouth pursed before the most unexpected voice said, “May I play you?”

  For a beat, utter silence filled the hall.

  Then I swerved my gaze to Vienne, words failing me. “I… You… What?” Certainly, she hadn’t just spoken.

  Next to her, Soren snorted out a hard laugh. “You must be joking.”

  Vienne glanced at him curiously before slowly shaking her head. “Not at all. I’ve always enjoyed a friendly game of chess.”

  Allera snorted. “Friendly?”

  I cut my sister a glare before turning back to Vienne. “I must warn you, I’ve been told my chess playing is quite…aggressive.” I have no idea why I said that. I didn’t want to dissuade her. As soon as she’d brought up the possibility, I realized I wanted this, desperately. More than anything.

  “You’re competitive,” Vienne said, her nod accepting. “I can handle that.”

  “Well, I can’t,” Soren growled. “I forbid it.”

  My jaw tightened in an effort to keep quiet, even though I wanted to call him out for his tyrannical command. No, honestly, forget wanting to say anything, I mostly just wanted to punch him in the jaw.

  “Why?” Vienne asked her husband curiously. “It’s all quite harmless. Even Yasmin stopped having maids chaperone Nicolette and him while they played. And if those two have been deemed a safe match, then why would this one be any different?”

  The look Soren sent her was full of censure and anger. He wanted to reprimand her. He wanted to hurt her. My muscles coiled, ready to spring into action if the dick so much as let a finger fly in her direction

  But then he sent a quick glance toward the king, and his shoulders lowered.

  Gritting his teeth, he growled, “That’s different. The High Cliff bastard’s never claimed Nicolette was his one true love.”

  “Oh,” Vienne murmured with a dawning kind of revelation. Her gaze turned teasingly toward me. “So, you think he’ll try to seduce me away from you… Across a chess table?”

  “Wow,” I murmured dryly. “Honestly, Soren, I’m actually flattered you think my powers of persuasion are that impressive.”

  Soren spun to me. “I didn’t say—”

  “You know, you’re right,” I went on, cutting him off with a lazy smile. “It’s probably best if she didn’t get too close. My charisma, you see… It’s so potent and compelling.”

  Next to me, Allera and Brentley cracked up, laughing.

  “I didn’t mean that,” Soren seethed.

  But I was on a roll. “Why, I might accidentally offer her an innocent smile, and she’d receive it as some kind of invitation, clearing all the pieces off the board with one sweep of the hand so she could drape herself across it in offering, shedding articles of clothing as she went, begging me to take her, right there in front of everyone. And we couldn’t have that, of course. It’d quite ruin the chess game I want to play.”

  “Okay, you bastard,” Soren roared. “Play your stupid game. But I’ll be watching your every move. Get out of line once, and I’ll—”

  “I know, I know,” I told him dramatically, my smile sparkling with smug victory, because after dinner, his wife would be mine. “You’ll make me wish I was never born and all that. I have the entire speech memorized by now, so please feel free to save your breath, if you’d like.”

  More chuckles fluttered around the table, even the king and queen seemed amused by my taunts. Only Soren and Vienne—who sent him discreet, worried glances—were unaffected… Or maybe I should say they were not affected with amusement, because Soren did seem quite affected, just of the pissed-off variety.

  “That’s it,” he snarled, surging to his feet. “One more snarky word from you and—”

  “And nothing,” the king finished for him, sounding almost pleasant as he focused on his meal, though I swear I saw the hint of a smile play across his lips. “The two of you will not come to blows. The prince has made his point, he will behave himself, and you’ve already agreed to let them play. That is all now.”

  His cousin jerked as if he’d been stabbed in the back. “But you heard him. He…he…” He jabbed an incredulous finger my way.

  I lifted my eyebrows, curious to hear what charge he had against me.

  The king finally looked up from his fork full of sliced pork. “I said let them play. It’s only a game, shared in full view of everyone. If we cannot trust even that, then neither of them should be allowed to remain in the castle at all.”

  “Which would be fine with me,” Soren mumbled. “I say exile the bastard, already.”

  Allera slammed her fork down so she could glare at Soren. “I do wish you’d stop calling him that. I assure you, his birthright is quite legitimate. I might’ve been young, but I was there the night he was born… The night my mother died. And you insult her memory more than you do him every time you use that horrid word. He may be an insufferable little ass at times, but he is not a bastard.”

  I slid her a sidelong glance. “Thank you, Sister,” I said before frowning. “I think.” Because I believed the whole insufferable ass part could’ve been left out.r />
  “Just because you’re a Donnelly now,” Soren started, narrowing his eyes at her. “Doesn’t mean—”

  But Brentley cleared his throat. “I would advise you to avoid saying anything that might cause me to blacken your eye again.”

  “Wait.” Vienne perked to attention. “You blackened his eye, Brentley? I thought that had been…?” She turned my way.

  I smiled and shook my head. “No. Regrettably, I’ve never had the pleasure. But I certainly would have if Brentley hadn’t hit him first.”

  “Why?” Vienne asked, glancing worriedly around the room. “What did he do?”

  I got the sense she didn’t like being left out of the information circle, so I answered, “He found Allera’s defense of me to be too impertinent for his taste, so… He threatened to rape her.”

  “WHAT?” Vienne whirled to gape in horror at her husband.

  He snarled at me before focusing on Vienne and rolling his eyes with an aggrieved sigh. “It was in jest.”

  “Hmm,” I murmured distastfully. “I’ve never joked about raping a woman.”

  “Neither have I,” Brentley broke in.

  I turned toward the king. “Your Majesty, have you—”

  “No,” Caulder boomed, “and please leave me out of your bickering. It grows tiresome.”

  “Indeed,” Yasmin supplied, lifting her chin with a lofty air as if she thought she was better than the lot of us. “Not a single one of you has remarked on how pale I look today. I was sick all afternoon, casting up my accounts, you know. Why, I might even be increasing, but does a single person here care? No, you’re all too busy—”

  “Increasing?” Caulder broke in, his face exploding with surprise as he turned to his wife.

  “Yes, I—”

  But Vienne gently placed her hand over Yasmin’s and kindly murmured, “Darling, you’re not increasing.”

  The queen scowled. “And how would you know? You’re not a healer. One pregnancy doesn’t make you an authority on the subject.”

  Vienne nodded and offered her a brittle smile before she said, “Yes, but you told me just yesterday that your courses had started, and women don’t have those during pregnancy.”

  Yasmin scowled and opened her mouth, but Allera leaned forward to add, “Vienne’s right. It’s highly unlikely you’re pregnant if you’re currently bleeding.”

  Casting the entire room a nasty glance, the queen sat back in her chair. “Well, I was quite ill, anyway.”

  Smiling fondly, Caulder took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “And thank the Lord you are better now. I hate when you get sick.”

  As they cooed sweet nothings to each other, I ate faster than I’d ever eaten in my life. But I was disappointed to find that Vienne was still only half finished with her meal by the time I completed mine.

  What was wrong with her? Wasn’t she as eager for our chess match as I was?

  I wanted to think she was. But then again, in all honestly, it might only be a mercy game for her. She seemed like the type who would jump in to keep someone company when they appeared to be lonely. Not that I was lonely, but I had been beginning to feel very alone until she’d spoken.

  The woman was an angel like that. I had to wonder why my mark had chosen someone so damn sweet and considerate. Maybe the priestess who’d given me the tattoo had been drunk and botched the whole thing up, pairing me up with someone who actually wouldn’t suit me at all.

  “Are you ready?” she finally asked, jerking me back to the present with a snap, and making me realize I didn’t care if the priestess who’d applied my tattoo had messed up or not. Merely gazing at Lady Vienne made my blood heat with excitement. Thus, she was the one I wanted, whether she was meant for me or not.

  I straightened, fully alert, and nodded my assent, standing when she rose from her chair. But we barely got within ten feet of the chess table when a maid entered with a whimpering babe.

  “Apologies, my lady. But I think she’s hungry.”

  “Oh! Thank you,” Vienne told the maid, already reaching out. “I’ll take her.”

  Once she had the child cradled in her own arms, she turned back to me. “You don’t mind if I feed her while we play, do you?”

  Mind? Mind listening to the sound of suckling as a mouth wrapped around her nipple? Mind knowing her bare breasts would be exposed? Mind watching a soft little hand seeking her flesh, touching her?

  I think I went instantly hard.

  But I affected a casual shrug and attempted to make a face that said I wouldn’t notice either way. “Whatever the child needs,” I murmured as dispassionately as possible.

  “Good.” Her smile was pleased as if I’d passed some kind of test. Then she seated herself, tossed a shawl over her shoulder and tucked the baby beneath.

  I settled down across from her and watched, hoping to catch a flash of skin…or more. But, dammit, she was adept at what she did; she was able to keep the entire process concealed from view.

  When a disappointed sigh left me, she glanced up. “Do you prefer playing the black or white pieces?” As I opened my mouth to tell her she could choose, she added perfunctorily, “I have it on good authority that you always insist on being black.”

  I sat back and cleared my throat, trying not to be selfishly pleased that she’d bothered to learn what color of chess pieces I preferred. Nicolette had probably mentioned it to her in passing; that was all.

  Still…

  The table was small. We sat so close our knees could brush under it if I didn’t watch myself. Worse yet—or was it better yet?—she was looking right at me. I wasn’t sure how to deal with this. My one true love actually wanted to play chess with me. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

  I glanced across the room, where her husband was scowling at us.

  Turning back, I croaked, “Yes. I usually choose black.”

  “That’s fine,” she said on a nod. “I don’t mind being white. I have better luck with it, anyway.”

  I lifted my eyebrows at the challenge in her voice. “Oh, really? Then maybe I should insist on being white, after all.”

  Laughing, she shook her head. “You can try, Prince, but I’ll beat you regardless of which color you want.”

  A grin lit my face. “Am I sensing another competitive spirit in the room?”

  Blushing, she lifted her chin primly. “Possibly.”

  I chuckled and began to set up the game, placing her pieces for her as well, since she was busy feeding Anniston.

  As I worked, I kept my focus on the task and quietly murmured, “You do realize everyone is watching every move we make and listening to every word we say, right?”

  “Of course,” she answered, not looking at me either, too busy watching her child behind the blanket.

  “Then why are you doing this?” My voice lowered even more, no longer containing the lightheartedness I’d been going for.

  She lifted her face. I looked up as well. “Because I promised I would.”

  Struck by those words, I gazed at her in awe.

  “Just do me one favor,” she said.

  “Anything,” I said, meaning it from the bottom of my soul.

  She smiled. “Don’t let me win.”

  My lips parted, not expecting her to say that. Then I pursed my mouth with a look of affront and set my hand against my heart. “My lady, I have never once let anyone beat me at chess. What makes you think I would start now?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she answered airily. “Maybe because I heard this rumor I was your one true love.”

  Shock pierced me. I hadn’t expected her to tease about that. Then respect grew in me. Sitting back in my chair, I watched her with a new admiration as I nodded. “I’ve heard that very thing myself.”

  “Yes, well… It makes me wonder if you’d loosen your competitive spirit if you saw just how desperately I wanted to win this game.” When I said nothing, she lifted her eyebrows expectantly. “So, would you? Let me win if I really wanted to?”
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  “In a heartbeat,” I admitted.

  She sucked in a small but visible breath before saying, “Well, don’t. If I win, I want to do it honestly. And if I lose, I want to learn just how clever you are.”

  I watched her a moment before catching on to what she actually wanted. “You’re still curious,” I surmised. She didn’t care about winning or losing. She just wanted to measure my talent and learn more about me, to see if I was worthy of being her one true love. When she nodded, I did too. “Then, yes, my lady. I will play you to the best of my ability.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured, meaning it.

  And so I played my heart out, intending to win as I’d never won before. The others crowded around to watch, no one offering pointers, but all of them curious to see which move each of us would make next.

  Our mental strategies were intense, and I felt more alive playing this game than any game I could remember playing before. Time passed, Anniston fell asleep in Vienne’s arms, Yasmin became disinterested and drifted away, then Brentley and Allera took their leave, but Vienne and I grew more absorbed with each play.

  She was good. Kept me on my toes, but in the end, I won.

  Barely.

  I was about to think this might last all night when she finally made a move that landed me my victory. Grinning, I shifted my queen into position and announced, “Checkmate.”

  Vienne blurted a surprised, “Oh!” and sat forward fast enough she woke the baby as she scanned the board before looking up at me, her eyes wide with shock, making me wonder if this was the first time she’d ever lost before. “Goodness, you really did win.”

  Caulder chuckled and patted my shoulder as he complimented, “Good game, you two,” before he turned away to leave

  Soren scowled moodily, rubbing his chin between his fingers as if he could find a way for Vienne to beat me after all.

  “You beat her,” he finally surmised. “You really beat her.”

  “I did,” I said before sending her a teasingly suspicious glance. “You didn’t let me win, did you, my lady?”

  Vienne laughed at my question. “Why would I do that?”

  I shrugged, my eyes growing stormy and serious as I sent her husband a quick glance. “As a consolation prize, maybe?”