Heir to the Shadows

Jaenelle made another cup of the healing brew, gave Surreal first choice of two new novels, and settled into a chair.

Surreal drank her brew, read the first page of the novel twice, and gave up. Looking at Jaenelle, questions buzzed inside her head.

She didn't want to hear the answers to any of them.

For now, it was enough that, once they found Daemon, Jaenelle would bring him out of the Twisted Kingdom.

For now, it was enough to feel safe.

PART IV chapter thirteen

1 / Kaeleer

Ccopring is the season of romance,' Hekatah said, watching her companion. 'And she's eighteen now. Old enough to enjoy a husband.'

'True.' Lord Jorval traced little circles on the scarred table. 'But selecting the right husband is important.'

'All he needs to be is young, handsome, and virile- and capable of obeying orders,' Hekatah snapped. 'The husband will merely be the sexual bait that will lure her away from that monster. Or do you want to live under the High Lord's thumb, once his 'daughter' sets up her court and begins her reign?'

Jorval looked stubborn. 'A husband could be much more than sexual bait. A mature man could guide his Queen wife, help her to make the right decisions, keep unhealthy influences away from her.'

Frustrated to the point of screaming, Hekatah sat back and curled her hands around the wooden arms of the chair so that she wouldn't reach across the table and rip half that fool's face off.

Hell's fire, she missed Greer. He had understood subtlety. He had understood the sensible precaution of using intermediaries whenever possible to avoid being in the direct line of fire. As a member of the Dark Council, Jorval was extremely useful in keeping the Council's dislike and distrust of Saetan quietly simmering. But he lusted for Jaenelle Angelline and entertained fantasies of nightly

bouts of masterful sex which made the pale bitch pliant and submissive to his every whim, in and out of the bed. Which was fine, but the fool couldn't seem to see past the sweaty sheets to consider what might be waiting to have a little chat with him.

She was fairly sure that Saetan would grit his teeth and endure an unwelcome male his Queen was besotted with. He was too well trained and too committed to the old ways

of the Blood to do otherwise. But the Eyrien half-breed---

He wouldn't think twice about tearing his Lady out of her lover's arms – or tearing off her lover's arms – and keeping her isolated until she was clearheaded again.

And she doubted either of them could be convinced that Jaenelle was panting and moaning for someone who looked like Lord Jorval.

'He must be young,' Hekatah insisted. 'A pretty boy with enough experience between the sheets to be convincing, and charming enough for her family to believe, however doubtfully, that she's wildly in love.'

Jorval sulked.

Tightening her hold on her temper a little more, Hekatah altered her voice to sound hesitant. 'There are reasons for caution, Jorval. Perhaps you remember a colleague of mine.' She curled her hands until they looked like twisted claws.

Jorval abandoned his sulk. 'I remember him. He was most helpful. I'd hoped he would return.' When Hekatah said nothing, he took an unsteady breath. 'What happened to him?'

'The High Lord happened to him,' Hekatah replied. 'He made the mistake of drawing attention to himself. No one has seen him since.'

'I see.'

Yes, finally, he was beginning to see.

Hekatah leaned forward and stroked Jorval’s hand. 'Sometimes the duties and responsibilities of power require sacrifices, Lord Jorval.' When he didn't protest, she hid a triumphant smile. 'Now, if you were to arrange a marriage for Jaenelle Angelline with the son of a man

you felt comfortable working with – a handsome, controllable son-'

'How would that help me?' Jorval demanded.

Hekatah stifled her irritation. 'The father would advise the son on the policies and changes that should be implemented in Kaeleer – changes that, at Jaenelle's insistence, would be accepted. A great many decisions are made during pillow talk, as I'm sure you know.'

'And how would that help me?' Jorval demanded again.

'Just as the son follows the advice of the father, so the father follows the advice of his friend – who just happens to be the only source for the tonic that keeps the Lady so hungry for the son's attentions that she'll agree to anything.'

'Ah.' Jorval stroked his chin. 'Aahhh.'

'And if, for some reason, the High Lord or some other member of the family' – the flicker of fear in Jorval's eyes told her he'd already had a close brush with Lucivar Yaslana's temper-'should react badly, well, finding another hot, handsome boy would be easy enough, but finding strong, intelligent men to guide the Realm…' Hekatah spread her hands and shrugged.

Jorval considered her words for several minutes. Hekatah waited patiently. As much as he might want the hot sexual fantasy, Jorval wanted power – or the illusion of power- much more.

'Lady Angelline will be coming to Little Terreille in two weeks. And I do have a… friend. . with a suitable offspring. However, getting Lady Angelline to agree to the marriage. .'

Hekatah called in a small bottle and set it on the table. 'Lady Angelline is well-known for her compassion and her healing abilities. If, by some terrible accident, a child were injured, I'm sure she could be prevailed upon to do the healing. If the injuries were life threatening, the power expended for a full healing would leave her physically and mentally exhausted. Then, if someone she trusted were to offer her a relaxing glass of wine, she would probably be too tired to test it. The wedding would, regrettably, have to be a small, quiet affair that

would take place shortly afterward. Between the fatigue and this brew mixed with the wine, she would be compliant anything to say what she was told to say and sign what she was told to sign.

'The young couple would stay at the wedding feast for a short time before retreating to their room to consummate the marriage.'

Jorval's nostrils flared. 'I see.'

Hekatah called in a second bottle. 'The proper dose of this aphrodisiac, slipped into her wine during the wedding toast, will make her hungry for her new husband.' Jorval licked his lips.

'The next morning, the second dose must be given. This is very important because her hunger must be strong enough to override the High Lord's desire for an interview with her husband. By the time she's ready to release the boy from his conjugal duties, the High Lord won't be able to deny or object to the attachment without looking like a tyrant or a jealous fool.' Hekatah paused, not pleased with the way Jorval was eyeing those bottles. 'And the wise man guiding this affair will never be suspected – unless he calls attention to himself.'

With visible effort, Jorval put his fantasies aside. He carefully vanished the bottles. 'I'll be in touch.'

'There's no need,' Hekatah said a little too quickly. 'Knowing I could help is enough. I'll let you know where, and when, to pick up the next supply of the aphrodisiac.' Jorval bowed and left.

Hekatah sat back, exhausted. Jorval was ignorant of, or chose to ignore, the common courtesies. He'd brought no refreshment and had offered none. Probably thought he was too important. And he was, damn him. Right now he was too important to her plans for her to insist on the amenities. However, once the little bitch was sufficiently cut off from Saetan, she would be able to eliminate Jorval.