Shalador's Lady

by Bishop, Anne

  It wasn’t the table exploding that upset him. It was the uniformity of the debris that was proof of the depth of her rage. And that rage, and whatever blend of power she had been channeling through Twilight’s Dawn at that moment, had been strong enough to crack his outermost Black shield.

  That was something he needed to talk to Lucivar about. Soon.

  “You were wrapped in a double Black shield,” Jaenelle said. “I didn’t think you would get hurt.”

  “That’s not the point.” Now that he’d gotten over the shock of it, her slash of temper was starting to piss him off. But he leashed that because there had to be a reason for this. Jaenelle didn’t explode like that as some kind of twisted entertainment. And the strength of her reaction got him thinking.

  He rubbed his forehead to ease the headache building behind his eyes, then shifted and turned so he was close to her.

  “Queens lose men or courts to rivals all the time. And even though Cassidy is a friend and losing her court did leave her bruised, that doesn’t equal your rage. If Cassidy doesn’t have enough spine to tell Kermilla to take a piss in the wind, then she’d better acquire some. From everything Surreal and Rainier told me, her court is becoming a solid team committed to their Queen.”

  “All of them?” Jaenelle asked softly.

  “Except Theran Grayhaven.” He brushed fingertips over her shoulder. “Jaenelle, what aren’t you telling me?”

  Those sapphire eyes studied him. “There is nothing you can do about this. Neither of us have any right to interfere in this. Is that understood?”

  Oh, he didn’t like the sound of that. “Maybe.”

  “I spun a tangled web after Cassidy discovered the treasure in the Grayhaven attics. I wasn’t going to share what I saw with anyone, but I owe you that as an explanation for how I reacted.”

  Sweet Darkness. A tangled web. Dreams and visions.

  “All right.”

  “Dena Nehele is going to fall.”

  He closed his eyes. Why now, when they had survived everything Dorothea SaDiablo had done to them? “Because Kermilla went there?”

  “More because Kermilla is still there.”

  “I can bury the bitch,” he said too softly, opening his eyes to stare into hers. “I’ll go to Terreille, no matter the price, and bury the bitch if that’s what you want. Or I’ll let Surreal go. She’d be willing.”

  “No.” Her fingers brushed through his hair, soothing. “It’s up to them now. Their decisions. Their choices. Sorrow and joy, Daemon. There is sorrow and joy in what I saw.”

  How can there be joy? But he trusted her, and if she said there could be joy in Dena Nehele’s fall, he would believe her.

  “So there is nothing we can do for them,” he said, making it a statement rather than a question.

  “We can’t interfere with another Queen’s Territory. That would violate Blood law and our code of honor. But that doesn’t mean there is nothing we can do. In fact, I’ve already helped make arrangements for a couple of things.”

  “How is that different from interfering?”

  “In the first instance, I gave only the help requested by someone living in Dena Nehele. In the second, I’m simply making available something I think Cassie and her court will find useful. What they do with the material is up to them.”

  “That sounds intriguing.” He looked at the food on the tray. “Why don’t we eat the soup while it’s hot, and you can tell me all about it?”

  CHAPTER 14

  TERREILLE

  “Prince Theran,” Dryden said. “There are some Ladies here to see the Queen.”

  Theran tried to relax his jaw. He’d spent the morning gritting his teeth as he waded through all the crap the Steward should be doing. He was going to have to hire someone to deal with the paperwork—and complaints—until he could get a new court established. Of course, hiring someone meant paying wages, and he still had to figure out how much income he would get from the tithe and what part of that was already committed to paying the guards who protected the town and its citizens. Now that Cassidy was no longer in residence, he also had to figure out if the servants could be paid out of the tithe or if he’d have to pay their wages out of the Grayhaven inheritance.

  “What Ladies?” he growled. “Why are they here to see Kermilla?”

  “They are Queens. They do not wish to offer their names or where they live, and as a courtesy to them, I did not press for that information. They said they received a letter from Lady Cassidy about some Craft the Queens can do to help increase the harvest. She offered to teach them.”

  Hell’s fire. “Well, tell them . . .”

  An opportunity. A chance for the other Queens to meet Kermilla—and a chance for Kermilla to show the Queens and, through them, the Warlord Princes that she had as much, if not more, to offer the people of Dena Nehele as Cassidy.

  “Tell them Lady Kermilla and I will join them shortly.” Theran pushed away from the desk and the nagging paperwork.

  He found Kermilla in the parlor, playing cards with Jhorma and two of the escorts.

  “Oh, la. You must be cheating, Jhorma,” Kermilla said, throwing down her cards.

  “I’m not cheating,” Jhorma replied with tight courtesy.

  “You must be! I haven’t won anything in the last six hands!”

  After playing cards with them a couple of times, Theran realized Jhorma cheated in order to ensure she did win a few hands. The man must not be in an accommodating mood today.

  “Kermilla, I need your help for an hour or so,” Theran said, glad he could offer an interruption. A display of bad temper was exactly what they didn’t need with other Queens in the mansion.

  “I might as well help you,” Kermilla said, leaving the table. “Jhorma isn’t being any fun.”

  Good, Theran thought. He wasn’t sure how to approach a Queen to find out if she wanted to have sex, but if her Consort wasn’t entertaining her sufficiently, Kermilla might be receptive to another man’s interest.

  She slipped her arm through his as he led her from the room. “Are we going to a party or one of those quaint outdoor concerts?” Her laugh tinkled through the hallway. “I don’t mean to make fun but, la, the musicians aren’t very good.”

  He tried not to wince. There wasn’t much in the town that could entertain a vivacious young woman who was used to finer amusements. Since Cassidy had been so keen to attend one of the outdoor concerts, he’d figured Kermilla would enjoy going to one.

  That evening only emphasized the differences between the two women. Kermilla might be younger, but she was far more aristo and sophisticated. Which made it difficult when the town, and the remaining aristo families, had so little to offer.

  “No, this is something else,” Theran said. “Some Queens have arrived to learn that Queen’s Craft of using power to enrich the land.”

  Kermilla rolled her eyes. “Oh. That. Every Queen knows how to do that.”

  “No, they don’t. The Queens here have forgotten. They need someone to lead them, to teach them.”

  She gave him a sexy pout that always made him wonder what her mouth would taste like, but there wasn’t time for distractions.

  “Cassidy offered to show them,” Theran said.

  “Then let Cassidy show them,” Kermilla snapped. “She always liked digging in the dirt.”

  Theran hesitated. He couldn’t make promises, couldn’t give her assurances yet, but he could hint strongly enough that she wouldn’t mistake his meaning. Not after the other hints he’d given her.

  “A Territory Queen needs to be a strong leader, needs to teach the skills that will benefit the people.” He stopped walking and looked at her intently so she would understand this was important. “When Cassidy’s contract ends next spring, the Warlord Princes will need to select another Queen to rule Dena Nehele. They’ll take the opinions and preferences of the Queens who are here today into account.”

  He waited.

  Several seconds later, her eyes widened.
“Oh. I see. Well then, since Cassidy isn’t here to perform her duties, I will be happy to assist you, Theran. It would be a shame if my Sisters made a journey here for nothing.”

  He smiled, relieved. “Exactly.”

  Surreal took his face between her hands and smiled. “You have a penis, and it makes you strange. Try not to be an ass on top of it.”

  “I’m not an ass,” Gray muttered as he watched Cassidy explain to another group of Queens the different ways of using their power to enhance the crops in a field.

  “Are you still snarling about that?” Ranon asked, also keeping close watch.

  “You’d be snarling too if she’d said it to you.”

  “Probably,” Ranon replied, smiling. Then he sighed. Gray heard so much relief in that sound.

  “Last one,” Gray said. “Then we can go home.”

  They had fought it out for hours after Surreal and Rainier left. Powell had tried to keep things courteous, but it felt like yelling was the only way to bridge the gap between what Cassie wanted to do and what the court was willing to let her do.

  In the end, neither side was happy, but the compromise was something they could all live with.

  Thirty villages in five days, spread over the three Shalador reserves and the two southernmost Provinces. Fifteen Blood and fifteen landen. Cassie had insisted that the landens be included. Every man had been opposed to that—until Vae nipped Ranon in the ass. So Cassie, backed by Vae’s teeth, had won that part of the argument.

  Gray hadn’t fought in the landen uprising. Hadn’t seen the bodies in the burned villages. Hadn’t found what was left of people he’d loved. But he understood why the other men had argued. It had been hard for the Warlord Princes especially to watch Cassie open a vein and fill that small offering cup to benefit landens.

  But after the first landen village, they all understood why she had fought to do this. The landens were hostile and wary—and sure that a Queen’s presence meant pain. Mother Night, the looks on their faces when they realized Cassie and the Queens who came with her were doing something that would benefit their village and increase their crops so they could pay the tithe and still feed their children through the coming winter.

  “You can’t erase generations of suffering and two years of war in a couple of hours,” Ranon said quietly. “But, sweet Darkness, Gray, the people in this village won’t look at the Blood the same way the next time we ride in.”

  Because of the Queen with hazel eyes and sunset hair.

  The Queens walked the field, dipping into the barrels of water that floated behind them and sprinkling the ground with water enhanced with their blood and power. First and last plant in each row got a dipper full of water. Gray could already see a difference in the first rows that had been given the Queens’ touch.

  A gift. A part of what it meant to be a Queen. The ritual cup of blood made the water richer and nourished the land faster, but power alone could be released into the water or directly into the land. The results weren’t as dramatic, but it was less physically demanding for the Queen and something they could do often without endangering themselves.

  Learning about that option had almost started another quarrel between him and Cassie over her first careless release of power. Probably just as well that Surreal and Rainier had already gone home before he found out about it.

  “I’m glad there’s a way the Queens can use their gift without spilling their own blood,” Gray said.

  “Shira is pleased about that too,” Ranon replied. “She wasn’t happy about Cassidy opening a vein every time to siphon some power into the land. The men who serve can accept blood being given once a year in a ceremony when the rest of the time it’s just the Ladies releasing a bit of power into the land or water.” He paused. “Even using restraint and letting other Queens demonstrate, Cassidy has drained herself more than she should have.”

  “Well, she’s going to go home and rest for a day,” Gray said, feeling his temper sharpen at the thought of her collapsing again.

  Ranon snorted. “Good luck getting her to do that.”

  Gray closed his eyes and began counting. “Her moontime is coming. She has to rest during those first three days. It’s a rule.”

  He could feel Ranon watching him.

  “And that fussing thing,” he said, opening his eyes enough to keep track of Cassie. “That first time, Lucivar said something about being allowed to fuss during those days, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

  He heard Ranon try to choke it back, but the laughter burst out.

  “Hell’s fire, Gray,” Ranon said when he was able to speak again. “You’re turning into a pain in the ass.”

  Something inside him shifted, settled. Felt solid—and right. He looked at his friend and said, “No, I’m turning into a Warlord Prince.”

  Kermilla lay back on her bed and smiled.

  The Queen of Dena Nehele. She finally understood what all of Theran’s circling had been about. He wanted to know if she was interested in ruling Dena Nehele after Cassidy’s contract ran out. He didn’t want Freckledy; he wanted her.

  A Territory Queen. La, wasn’t that wonderful? All right, it wasn’t a rich, exciting Territory, and it was in Terreille, but the tithes had to be worth the responsibilities, so they would be so much better than that little sheep-shit village of Bhak or, worse, Woolskin. She’d try for a five-year contract. Theran would get it for her. And she wouldn’t shirk her duties. Really, she wouldn’t. But she’d make sure there was some fun too.

  It had been satisfying to teach those other Queens about draining power into the land. Such a basic thing, and they didn’t know it. La! They weren’t much better than landens. Not that she’d said that. She supposed they were nice enough, but most of them were older than her and they looked so tatty and didn’t talk about anything interesting. How could they expect anyone to take them seriously as Queens when they dressed like that and didn’t know how to be interesting?

  She would set an example, even set the fashion trends. Wouldn’t that be fun? Of course, because Freckledy had gotten into a snit, she was stuck here in Grayhaven, which was supposed to be the capital of Dena Nehele and an Important Town. There wasn’t anything here that she considered impressive. If this was the best they could do, maybe she didn’t want to rule here after all.

  No, of course she wanted to rule here. When would she get another opportunity to rule a whole Territory? Sabrina was going to be ruling Dharo for years and years, and there were too many other strong Queens to choose from when it came time for a successor. She could continue to rule Bhak and keep a connection with Dharo that way. A few days each season would be sufficient for whatever required her attention. Her Steward could run Bhak and landen Woolskin the rest of the time and just send her reports—and the all-important income from the tithes. Then, if she decided not to stay in Dena Nehele and nothing better turned up in Terreille, she could go home, a seasoned Queen who might not be offered a Province—yet—but should be given her pick of the larger cities that could offer more diversity in terms of society and entertainment—and shops.

  If she was going to stay here, she would need more company. Not too much company, since Theran was more than a bit stingy and he would have to support any Ladies who were her companions. But that one young Queen who had come with the others—she and Correne had become friends within minutes, and the girl was enough like her to fit right in. At sixteen, Correne wasn’t a baby, but she was still too young to be serious competition, despite being pretty. No Queen was serious competition until she had her Virgin Night and could offer some enticement to the males without risking her own power.

  A knock on her door.

  “Come in,” she said gaily.

  Jhorma slipped into the room and closed the door.

  Kermilla watched him as he approached the bed. He was a handsome man and a skilled lover, but there wasn’t the heat in his eyes for her that there had been while he was chained to Cassidy’s bed. Oh, he came to her bed hungry
to please—and to take his own relief as a reward—and he never made excuses to get out of performing the way he did with Freckledy toward the end of his contract. But he didn’t look at her the way Theran did. She was getting the impression that Jhorma could swap her with any female body and be just as thorough and enthusiastic—as long as he got his own pleasure at the end. Theran looked at her as if she was the only one he wanted, the only one who could satisfy him.

  Jhorma didn’t remove his jacket before sitting beside her on the bed, didn’t make any move to touch her.

  “We need to talk,” he said.

  She ran a finger down his arm and smiled playfully. “Sex first, talk later.”

  He didn’t smile back. “How much longer are we going to be stuck in this place?”

  Her smile soured to a frown. “For as long as I say we stay.”

  “Cassidy isn’t here, and it doesn’t sound like she’s coming back. When you decided to come here, you told Gallard we would be gone a couple of days. Three at the most. He assigned the escorts according to that information.”

  “So?”

  “Aston and Ridley have families. They want to go home. They wouldn’t have been given this assignment if the Steward had known we’d be away this long.”

  She sat up, stung that Jhorma was more interested in talking about Aston and Ridley than in having sex with her.

  “Fine,” she snapped. “Tell the whiny boys who are missing the nipple that they can go home.”

  Anger flashed in his eyes before he hid it.

  He hadn’t shown her anger since he’d signed a contract to serve as her Consort, but he hadn’t hesitated to give her a verbal slap when she’d been training in Freckledy’s court and had said something cutting about one of the other men.

  But he’d always smiled indulgently when she’d referred to Cassidy as Freckledy. She’d just forgotten how testy the males could be when you made fun of one of them.