The Savage King

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “Prisoner?” Ulyssa repeated. Her face lit in instant denial, and she had the strongest urge to defend Kirill’s honor. Just as she was about to say he’d never harm or torture anyone, she stopped. She didn’t know if that was exactly true or not. So, instead, she said nothing.

  “At the Var palace,” Nadja clarified in answer to her whispered question.

  “I wasn’t actually a prisoner,” Ulyssa answered, choosing her words carefully. Her head was a bit dizzy, and she felt sick to her stomach. “It was more like undercover.”

  Nadja nodded knowingly. “Was getting King Attor also your assignment?”

  “No, it...I only saw King Attor that one time when he found me by my campsite. Before that, I’d never heard of him. He died, and King Kirill was put in charge of the harem.”

  “And this Kirill?” Nadja probed. “What sort of man is he?”

  “He’s a king,” Ulyssa answered evasively. “Until I found that document, I did think he wanted peace. Now, I honestly don’t know about him.”

  “What does your gut say about him?”

  “I...” Ulyssa coughed as she tried to push herself up off the bed, but ended up falling back onto the mattress. She couldn’t answer that. In her line of work, she relied on facts. When she looked at Nadja, she had a suspicion that the woman knew something she wasn’t telling her. Desperate to change the subject, she asked, “You’re not upset about your father? I mean, about me coming to get him?”

  Nadja shook her head though her eyes turned sad. “No, I made my peace with who my father was. My family is here now.”

  Nadja glanced up, and Ulyssa heard a voice from her other side say, “Here, you must be thirsty.”

  Twisting around, she recognized Princess Morrigan and Princess Olena standing over her, listening to their conversation. Morrigan handed her a glass of water. Ulyssa struggled to sit up and drink it. She wasn’t surprised to find Princess Pia at the end of the bed watching her as well. Behind her was a reception desk next to several rows of glass cases with medicine bottles.

  “Nadja told us who you are,” Pia allowed quietly when she saw she had Ulyssa’s attention. “Gena.”

  “And what you’re doing here,” Morrigan added.

  Ulyssa nodded and handed the glass back. All the princesses were pretty women, and she’d liked them well enough on the Galaxy Brides’ ship. Morrigan, who Ulyssa soon learned had married the future Draig king, Prince Ualan, had dark hair and eyes. She was a thoughtful person with a sharp intelligence. Olena, married to Prince Yusef, Captain of the Outlands, had flaming red hair, wild enough to match her carefree personality. Pia, a quiet blonde with hazel eyes, married Prince Zoran, Captain of the Draig armies.

  “So, just how close did you get to the king?” Pia questioned, before deducing logically, “You would’ve needed to be deep undercover to find out the information you have. I imagine deep enough to be his lover.”

  Ulyssa stiffened and got defensive. A little waspish, she snapped, “I did what I had to. It’s lucky for you that I did, too, or else you could all be dead. You could still be dead if I don’t find that weapon.”

  Instead of the return of anger that she expected for the outburst, Ulyssa got soft laughter. She stiffened and tried to stand.

  “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I’ll go take care of it myself.” Ulyssa looked around. “Which way to the front door?”

  The princesses eyed her with what looked like pity.

  “Was it so bad? Being with the Var king? Did he hurt you?” Nadja asked.

  “No, he...I...” Suddenly, for reasons she couldn’t comprehend, Ulyssa cried. There was something about the way the women were looking at her, with kindness, pity, compassion. Instantly, four pairs of arms surrounded her, comforting her.

  “Hey, I was like this too at first,” Morrigan said.

  “We all were,” Olena added.

  Ulyssa sniffed. “Like what?”

  “Emotional,” Nadja answered. “I still am sometimes, though I do promise it will get better.”

  “I’m not emotional, just stressed. It’s not like I care for him or anything. I’m not in…in…love.” Ulyssa spat the word from her mouth with a forced grimace of distaste. Were her feelings that obvious? Well, she rejected her feelings. Simple as that. She didn’t care one bit for King Kirill. How could she love a man who would murder innocent people in a race war? What in the hell did that say about her? All right, so she didn’t know he would do that for sure, but it sounded better to her ego than ‘I can’t love a man who doesn’t love me’. “The king and I aren’t together. How could I be? He’s... he’s a.…”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Nadja brushed back a piece of Ulyssa’s hair. “It must be rough facing the fact that you’re going to be a single mother.”

  “A single...?” Ulyssa paled, and she was sure she was going to pass out again. Instead, she started to hyperventilate.

  “She didn’t know,” Olena gasped.

  “It’s why you’ve been feeling so weak and why morphing back was so painful. Your morphed body wasn’t designed to be pregnant,” Nadja explained. “But, don’t worry, the baby’s fine. We had it checked out.”

  “You’re...all...pregnant,” Ulyssa gasped between breaths. The princesses nodded. “And you...think that...I’m...?”

  “The baby’s blood scan showed it was half Var so naturally we assumed that it belonged to…” Nadja paused, looking helplessly at the others. Again, Ulyssa had the strange feeling they knew something she didn’t. “When you were sleeping you said his name over and over so we kind of assumed he was your...”

  “Lover,” Olena inserted when Nadja didn’t finish.

  “Ooooh!” Ulyssa lurched from the bed and straight for the trash chute to throw up. Morrigan rushed to wrap a blanket around her upper body. Nadja went to the glass case to get some medicine. Ulyssa flinched as Nadja gave her a shot, but soon the quivers in her stomach stopped, and she felt like she could breathe again. Slowly, they helped her back to the bed.

  As Ulyssa lay down, she whispered, “He’s not my lover. He’s nothing to me.”

  34

  “No. I forbid it!” Olek yelled at his wife. “You cannot go. What if this is a trap? We don’t know if we can trust her.”

  Ulyssa watched the Draig royals from the sidelines. They’d come to the main hall from the medical ward where she was introduced to the rest of the royal family. They were having a quick lunch at the lower tables though no one seemed interested in the food. Pushing her plate away untouched, Ulyssa sighed. She chose to sit apart from them while they talked about what they would do with the information she’d given them.

  Nadja looked at her husband and smiled sadly in understanding. “I have to go. I’m the only one who knows what we’re looking for. I know my father’s traps. I have to go, for us, for our baby. Besides, I believe her.”

  “Then I will go as well.” Olek frowned. It was clear he didn’t like his wife’s decision. He turned to look at Ulyssa from across the short distance. He didn’t trust her, not completely. She couldn’t blame him. He loved his wife very much. It was obvious all the Draig princes had found love. Ulyssa had to look away first.

  “I will go. I know the shadowed marshes better than any here,” Zoran stated.

  “As will I,” Pia asserted. She winked at her husband. It was clear she had a thirst for adventure of any kind. “I have a feeling I might be needed.”

  Zoran looked grimly at his wife, but it was obvious her mind was made up. He gave her a stiff militant nod. “I don’t trust the Var to deal fairly with us. Leading us to the marshes could be a trap.”

  “The Var?” Ulyssa gasped, drawing attention to herself. “Who said anything about the Var? They don’t know that I’m here. We don’t have to tell them anything. They’re the ones who brought the weapon here in the first place.”

  The same strange look crossed Nadja’s face that she’d worn in the medical ward, the look of secrets. Ulyssa paled dramati
cally. What was going on here? What weren’t they telling her?

  “King Attor was the one who brought the weapon to our planet. King Kirill has come here to the palace with Prince Falke to inform us about its existence, and to request Princess Nadja’s help in disarming it. He’s also come to inquire after you,” Prince Ualan stated. “He awaits our decision.”

  Ulyssa paled and shook her head. “Decision for what?”

  The four princes studied her quietly, taking in her nervous reaction.

  “Decision for what?” Ulyssa demanded, shaking violently.

  “On whether or not to return my property to me.”

  The princes’ eyes turned to the door. Ulyssa froze, refusing to move. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, trying to escape. Her fingers gripped the wooden bench at her side, grinding into the surface as if she could crumble it beneath her. If she didn’t look, he’d just disappear. He’d go away. She swallowed nervously. A chill racked its way up her spine, as she felt all eyes on her, watching what she would do.

  A hand lightly clamped down on her shoulder, not squeezing or hurtful, just resting, letting her feel its weight pressing against her. Her mouth went dry. A familiar tremor racked through her at the touch, alighting her nerves with fire. Very slowly, she glanced at the hand, recognizing it.

  “Kirill,” she whispered, unable to look away from the long fingers. She’d missed him so much, her body longed for him still. Her flesh tingled, remembering what it felt like to be held against him. Her body warmed. Her breasts reacted violently until the nipples stood at erect points, trying to lure his hand down to them.

  Ulyssa forced herself to remember him next to Linzi in the hall. She could not, would not be a king’s whore, the dirty little secret he had to hide from the world. With an angry jerk, she tore her arm away from him and stood. She met with his dark, foreboding features. His brown-black eyes glittered an angry green within their depths. The firm set of his jaw clamped down. His nostrils flared. He was livid.

  “Ualan,” Morrigan’s voice invaded Ulyssa’s trance. “Can’t—?

  “Hush, love,” Ualan answered his wife. “We have his word that he won’t harm her.”

  “What are you doing here?” Ulyssa whispered, terrified to see him and well aware that they were being watched.

  Kirill reached into a hidden pocket of his pants and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Ulyssa’s eyes stayed focused on his piercing gaze before twitching over to look at his hand. It was the trade agreement she’d found in his office. “I came to bring this. I found it in your coat.”

  Ulyssa swallowed, uneasily. Kirill glanced over to the table before stepping forward to grab her arm. With a firm tug, he led her across the hall to where they could be watched but not heard.

  “Do you even know what it is?” Kirill demanded hotly, letting her go.

  Faintly, Ulyssa nodded. “It’s the trade agreement with the Medical Mafia to buy biological weapons. An agreement made between the Mafia and your people.”

  “No, it’s an agreement made between the Medical Mafia and my father. Don’t you think I would’ve liked to have seen it? Don’t you think I could have handled this matter on my own?”

  “It was on your desk, Your Highness. You knew about it,” Ulyssa accused.

  “No, it was part of a stack I had yet to read through. Do you really think so little of me, Lyssa, to believe I would wipe out an entire race of people? Sacred cats, woman! Do you know what you could’ve done if I’d not found this? You could’ve started a war between the Var and the Draig. I don’t want another war. I don’t want to send my people to their deaths because we are different from the Draig—not better, not worse, just different. I want the hatred to stop. I want the death to stop. I don’t want blood on my hands.” Kirill shook the paper at her as he spoke. “Do you think they would have trusted me after this? I would’ve taken care of it—”

  “How can I trust you’re telling the truth? You might only be here now because I came and ruined your plans,” Ulyssa said.

  “I came because I found this. I came because this little note in the corner reveals who Princess Nadja is. That it was her father who brought it here and my father who paid for it. I came to stop this.” Kirill frowned, lowering his arm to his side. “I want peace. I want the prejudices of my father and the older generation to end. I don’t want to conquer more land, land my people do not really need.”

  “How was I to know anything? I am—was just your whore,” Ulyssa said. “Clearly one of many. Why should there be anything between us, especially trust?”

  “What do you mean? One of many?”

  “Oh, you know very well. I know you go to the harem.” Ulyssa snorted in dismissal. “I don’t care. I welcome you to those women. Enjoy yourself, Highness, in your little brothel. We are over. Done. Finished. I want nothing to do with you.”

  Kirill stiffened at her heated words. His eyes hardened, becoming blank voids. “Very well. As you wish it, my lady.”

  Ulyssa didn’t know what he meant by that, but his dead tone scared her more than his heated anger. Somehow she doubted he was just going to let the matter drop.

  Kirill turned and walked away. He didn’t have other women, but after her little tirade he wasn’t about to tell her that. He’d been so worried. He wanted to go to her campsite to confront her, to see with his own eyes that she was well, but Falke insisted he go instead so none at the palace would suspect her absence. When Falke told him about overhearing her conversation with the ‘mission director’ and that afterward he’d tracked her to the Draig palace, Kirill’s worry had been replaced by anger. By not trusting him, she could have brought him to the brink of war. If he had not come forward when he did, the Draig would never have believed in his innocence.

  It sickened him to think of what his father had been planning. It tore at his soul to know Ulyssa thought he was capable of the same. He’d hoped there was more between them—more than just sex. He’d been wrong, and it was slowly killing him. An ache rested on his chest, growing worse with each passing heartbeat, squeezing the life from him, the breath from his lungs. He steeled himself for what he must do. He was a king, and he would act like one.

  “Falke and I will travel with you to the shadowed marshes. I know the area this document talks about well. It shouldn’t take us long to find it.” Kirill paused and looked at Ualan. “As a test of good faith, I leave my brother Quinn here in your care. I ask that you send Yusef to my palace for the same. We have no reason to trust each other—”

  “Like hell,” Olena yelled, jumping to her feet. The dark Yusef grabbed her arm and pulled her back down next to him. He stroked back her hair and whispered in her ear.

  “I give you my word that I won’t harm any here, as long as my own aren’t harmed,” Kirill stated.

  “What good is your word to me?” Olena demanded hotly. “I have seen firsthand what your kind is capable of.”

  “Princess Olena, I apologize for the rash actions of a few, but I did not order your kidnapping.” Kirill was tense. He knew the woman was scared for her husband.

  “It was King Attor…” she began. Yusef took her and pulled her to his chest. He again whispered to her, and she settled down, nestling in his arms.

  Ulyssa stepped forward to his side. Kirill glanced at her. She looked pale, sick, and so very beautiful. His arms ached to hold her, the way the Draig princes held their wives, but, by the way she’d jerked his hand from her shoulder, he knew his touch would not be welcomed.

  “If your husband or any Draig is harmed in this,” Ulyssa paused. Her round blue eyes met Kirill’s. They were empty, devoid of life, and they matched his look perfectly. “Then you must run his heir through with a sword.”

  Kirill felt as if he’d been kicked in the gut. His eyes trailed down in disbelief to where her hand was placed on her stomach. Pleasure tried to assault him at her words, but as the whole of her statement set in, he froze. She would dare to use his unborn son as collateral? Did his baby mean
so little to her? Did he? He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.

  “But that would also kill you,” Morrigan pointed out.

  “If it will get this bickering and whining over with, then so be it.” Ulyssa gazed at them all. “I don’t feel like dying any time soon, especially not sitting around waiting for you all to decide the politics of who is keeping who prisoner. If we don’t get moving soon, it’s quite possible we’ll all die anyway. We have no way of knowing how the weapon is being stored, if it’s compromised, if it’s set to detonate. Standing here will not answer these questions.”

  “She’s right,” Nadja said. “They wouldn’t have planned on keeping it in long-time storage. If an animal got to it, or a child...”

  “So can we come to a temporary truce or not?” Ulyssa demanded. “There is something more at stake than a few petty differences on one planet. If we don’t stop this here and now, there’s a very real chance that it could spread to other parts of the quadrants. I will not stand by and watch the innocent die because we can’t all get along. Hate me if you wish for saying it, but hate me alive.”

  “My lord,” Falke, who’d quietly watched, stepped forward.

  Kirill ripped his eyes from Ulyssa and held up his hand to silence his brother, as he forced himself to concentrate. Slowly, he nodded. He didn’t like the position she’d put him in. But, if they couldn’t reach an agreement, many Var would die, too. There wasn’t enough of the antidote to cure everyone. He hated to admit it, but in the end, his father had been a madman. “It will be as she says. If any are harmed, run her through.”

  35

  To get to the shadowed marshes, they first had to trudge through miles of swampland. The Draig provided Ulyssa and their two Var companions with ceffyls, hideous looking creatures with a center horn protruding from their skull. They had the eyes of a reptile, the face and hooves of a beast of burden, and the body of a small elephant. The animals’ wide backs shifted low, as they trudged through the swamps, taking their passengers through the mucky waters.