Leaves of Revolution

by Puttroff, Breeana

  Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing each of her freckled cheeks and then her nose.

  “You’re in a good mood,” she said, running her index finger through the hair just above his ear, sending shivers all the way down him. She giggled, and this time he kissed her on the mouth.

  “What’s not to be in a good mood about? The war is over, the kingdoms are safe, my family is here, there are new babies… you’re here with me.”

  There it was – the warm spread of pink across her cheeks that always made his heart beat faster. “Did you see Zander over there, staying within six inches of your sister?” she asked.

  “Yes, I did. It’s another reason I’m happy. I also see you, changing the subject away from yourself as usual.”

  She rolled her eyes. “There’s no interesting news about me tonight.”

  “You don’t think so?”

  “Do you know something I don’t?”

  “Yes, actually.”

  Both of her eyebrows went up, and the pink grew darker, which made it even more fun. “And what do you know, Thomas?”

  “That I’m planning on proposing to you later tonight.”

  The pink flowed out, replaced with white for a full twenty seconds before color rushed in again – this time a deep, dark scarlet. “Excuse me?”

  He grinned. “I thought I would warn you first, to give you time to decide how you’re going to answer.”

  “You think I need time to decide?”

  “Well, I hope not. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t almost sure, but it seemed only fair to prepare you.”

  “Thomas John Rose…”

  “Yes, Amelia Louise Willoughby?”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “Yes, I am. So will you marry me … after I propose to you later?”

  “I’ll think about it – I’ll get back to you then.”

  He laughed. “I love you, Mia.” He kissed her again, first on the nose, and then long and slow on her lips.

  They finished just as horns began to sound, announcing the impending entrance of Quinn, William and Samuel. He wrapped his arms around Mia’s waist as they turned to watch.

  “Sophia looks so pleased,” Mia said, twisting up to give Thomas a sardonic look.

  “Hard to say if that’s because of Quinn, or because Tobias is a guest of honor. She should probably just be glad she’s at the party.”

  “Yes, with Jonathan baby-sitting her.”

  “I think it’s fair. If Sophia does whatever serves her own interests best, then there’s no reason Quinn shouldn’t do the same with her. Quinn could have done much worse than stripping her titles and keeping her under supervision away from the castle.”

  Mia chuckled. “I wasn’t disagreeing. I’m happy she gave Quinn that dagger, but she did too much to cause the problem in the first place. It was Quinn’s own forces who shot those arrows and charged the stage – not Sophia’s. It’s a little unfair to make Jonathan watch her, though.”

  He shrugged. “Jonathan does his own thing. She didn’t make him – nobody can make him do anything, I don’t think. He believes she wasn’t involved in the attack and abduction at Wellham, and maybe she wasn’t, so he’s being gracious, I guess.”

  “She is his mother.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  “And she did just lose another one of her sons.”

  There wasn’t time to respond before the main doors opened, revealing Quinn and William, so he just nodded into Mia’s hair. He couldn’t be sorry that Tolliver was gone, but he supposed he could muster some sympathy for the man’s mother. A little, anyway. So long as he didn’t have to deal with her much.

  The crowd was quiet as Quinn and William walked down the green carpet in the center of the floor, all the way up the steps of a stage. She was resplendent in her green gown, her auburn curls flowing around the delicate gold and green crown on her head.

  William held Samuel; he was a tiny, chubby clone of his father in his matching fur-trimmed green velvet cape. Both of them kept their eyes on Quinn as she stepped forward, the shining adoration from them shouting that no matter how much her people loved her, they could never match the devotion of her family.

  Thomas pulled Mia closer.

  “Amazing, isn’t she?” A voice said, close to Thomas’ ear.

  He nearly let go of Mia as he spun to look.

  Alvin grinned, and Thomas settled back in with Mia to watch.

  At Quinn’s coronation, she had seemed so young and nervous and unsure of herself. Actually – Thomas knew – it had been more than just “seemed”. She’d been a newlywed and was pregnant, and had no idea what she was doing.

  There was no trace of any of that now. The young woman who stepped to the front of the stage to address her people was smiling and confident, her voice strong and clear.

  A few feet from where he and Mia stood, he could see his parents both grinning widely as they held each other close.

  “Thank you all so much for coming,” Quinn said. “Tonight we celebrate the end of the war with Dovelnia and the beginning of peace in our kingdom.”

  She waited for the cheers to die down before she continued. “We are also celebrating the reunification of our kingdom to our brothers and sisters of Eirentheos. As of today, nearly all of the borders are open and citizens of both kingdoms are free to travel, emigrate, and trade between the kingdoms however they wish.”

  This, too, drew much cheering.

  “I personally would like to extend my deepest gratitude to the king of Eirentheos – my dear father-in-law, King Stephen, for his unending support and provision of troops to help Philotheum in our time of need.”

  Thomas’ father blew a kiss toward her and then bowed his head.

  Quinn cleared her throat. “I have learned many things in my short time as queen of Philotheum. While it would be my wish to share only happy news this evening, I feel it is important to be honest with you all about the more difficult realities that follow a war.”

  Thomas saw her chest rise and fall sharply. William took a small step closer to her, but he didn’t interfere – letting her stand on her own. “I intend to see Philotheum fully rebuilt and rise to become the strong, powerful, and gracious kingdom it was always meant to be. All citizens of Philotheum who wish to share in that dream will be welcomed, and provided and cared for.

  “However, I have outgrown any patience I once had for those who wish to undermine those goals, or would work to sabotage the prosperity and safety of the citizens of this kingdom or our alliance with Eirentheos.”

  This time, the crowd was quiet.

  “I will extend a one-time offer to those here who disagree with me, or with those goals. You may, in the next ten days, cross the border into Dovelnia if their beliefs are more in line with yours. Be advised that it will be a one-way trip. For the indefinite future, no person may cross the Dovelnian border coming toward Philotheum for any reason without express consent from me personally.

  “Over the coming moons, my advisors and the captains of my guard will be conducting a thorough investigation in every town and village to uncover every person who assisted the Dovelnian army, or who funded their efforts, or who has harmed any loyal citizen or their property in any way. Those who have committed crimes will be punished for them, and all titles and property will be stripped from anyone who is found to have committed treason. I don’t expect for every citizen to agree with every decision I make, and I am open to cooperative discussion, but I will not tolerate any sort of abuse of my people any longer. The crown has been restored to its rightful place, and here it will stay, on my head until it is time for Prince Samuel to wear it. I intend to wear it well, and to defend it as necessary.”

  Now the cheering was so loud, and went on for so long, that Quinn had to wait for several minutes before she could speak again.

  “Enough with the not-so-fun news. It’s time to celebrate. Please enjoy the wonderful dinner and dance and play with your lov
ed ones. I know I will be with mine.” She reached behind her for William’s hand, and he took it and stepped forward, planting a chaste kiss on her lips before the two of them held their hands in the air together.

  Even Samuel lifted his arms up as the people cheered their queen.

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  Dear Readers,

  Thank you so very much for coming along on the journey of The Dusk Gate Chronicles with me. I have very much enjoyed hearing from all of you, and sharing these stories with you.

  As you may know, when I first started writing, I planned for four books in the series. Somewhere along the line, though, these characters have developed minds (and wills!) of their own, and the story begs to continue to be told. I do not currently have definitive plans, but I’m pretty sure we haven’t heard the last from William, Quinn, Thomas, Linnea, Zander, and Owen. Or Alvin. (That’s what I said after I wrote Canes of Divergence!)

  As for my next project (probably – some characters have a tendency to speak louder than others at times), read on after the end of this note for a short excerpt from my upcoming work, Rumpelstiltskin’s Daughter. (It’s not a final draft, and I’ve changed the beginning of the story more than once, but it’s a taste of the characters and what’s to come.)

  If you would like to find out more, and stay up to date, or chat with me and other readers of The Dusk Gate Chronicles, you can do so in a number of ways.

  My website is at http://www.breeanaputtroff.net

  I am often on Facebook, and respond to messages and posts at www.facebook.com/duskgate Give me a like!

  You can follow me on Twitter. I’m @bputtroff – usually chatting about my writing progress, and other silly stuff.

  I also have a newsletter, where I send out stories, news, and sometimes exclusive content. My newsletter subscribers even got to read deleted scenes from the first draft of Blooms of Consequence – in the very earliest draft, William, Quinn, Thomas and Linnea did get to go for a visit to Bristlecone. I never, ever, use my newsletter list for spam, but I do occasionally send out prizes, especially Dusk Gate swag, to readers just for being part of the list.

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  Again, thank you so very much for sharing your time with me, Quinn, William, Zander, Linnea and the rest.

  Reviews of any kind are always appreciated, and help other readers know whether they might enjoy the books. Thank you!

  Sincerely,

  Breeana Puttroff

  breeana@breeanaputtroff.net

  Acknowledgements

  Writing this series has been an amazingly fun and heartening undertaking. The best part of it has been meeting all of the amazing readers who have shared the journey, and have sent me notes, and made me smile when opening my inbox. It means more than you could possibly know.

  I also have to give some very sincere thanks to some of the special beta readers and others without whom these books would not be what they are. Thank you SO much for your willingness to question things and push the direction of the characters and the storyline. (These are in NO particular order!)

  Janene Silvers

  Michelle Patrick

  Kristy K. James

  Mallory Rock

  Jennifer Simmons

  Lori Dees

  Linda Jarrett

  Kathie Juliano

  Brett Jonas

  Lisa Pottgen

  Angie Taylor

  Kathi McBride

  Melissa Goodwin

  Jennifer Severino

  Alicia Cutler

  Terri Nesvacil

  Abigail Rose

  And a special mention to my friend, Steve Brownlee, who added a fun touch to the voice of Zander by providing the scene with the dog and the peanut butter, and encouraged me the times I thought I was stuck (though most readers will be glad I didn’t take any of his story suggestions at those times to heart.

  Preview of Rumpelstiltskin’s Daughter

  THEY SAY THERE ARE two sides to every story. My father, the man who raised me, says there are three sides – yours, mine, and the truth.

  I think it’s both simpler and more complicated than that. I think there’s the story that gets told, and the one that doesn’t. And the story that gets told is the one that becomes the truth, no matter what the facts might be.

  Take the story of how King Oriel’s army took over the kingdom of Sanctium seven years ago. There are facts – that hundreds of our men, young and old, died at the hands of the soldiers, that entire villages were burned to the ground, that for a long winter, nearly everyone was hungry, until finally, just as the first blades of green grass began to peek through the layers of white and brown, King Vincent surrendered, disappearing with his family into the night just before the army reached his castle and demolished it.

  Those are the facts – or I suppose they are, anyway. They’re the stories I’ve been told, although my village, Graineycreek, was spared, and so were the small towns of Tildor and Mooreland, whose markets we attend to sell our wares. We only lost one man from our town, Edward Burroughs, the father of my two best friends, Caleb and Cara.

  Although Caleb and I were both only ten when it happened, and Cara was nine, the three of us can remember every detail of that day. If I close my eyes, I can still the four soldiers walking beside a wooden wagon. They stopped in front of the Burroughs’ house as we played in the yard. I can still hear the screams – not from Eliza Burroughs, who took the news with a calm, stoic nod before gathering her children in her arms and holding them tight – but from the young woman laboring inside who delivered her child alone at the exact moment Eliza stepped onto the porch.

  The young mother left sometime in the early dawn of the next morning, leaving her baby girl in the cradle. It was not the first time such a thing had happened in Eliza’s midwifery practice.

  That baby was seven now, giggling as she rolled through the grass with my younger brother Leo, basking in the sunshine of a warm summer day.

  None of us will ever forget that day or the days that followed -- the way we all suffered from missing a man we loved. Our entire village struggled without the skilled carpenter and stonemason whose hands had helped build nearly every house and barn in Graineycreek.

  Things were better now. Keeping the abandoned baby had given Eliza something new to occupy her hands and heart, and without the task of rebuilding to worry about, our village enjoyed prosperity in the new kingdom.

  The stories of the vast wealth and riches of King Oriel’s kingdom seemed to be true. People in Auria had gold to spend, and they were happy to lavish it upon craftsmen like my father who created beautiful rugs, tapestries, and clothing with his spinning wheel and loom.

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