“It might take me a day or two to collect these guys, though.”
“That’s fine.” I kept perfect control in my voice, focusing all my energy on sounding flat. If I slipped up, I might start crying or begging him to stay. I might apologize for being so harsh and holding him responsible for not letting me kill Leith. It wasn’t fair for me to blame Kiyo and laud Dorian…
…and yet I did.
Kiyo stood up, saying he’d come back to do a thorough packing when I wasn’t around since that might be easier on both of us. I agreed. Tension engulfed us as he moved toward the door. I’d hurt him; I knew it. And truthfully, I didn’t fully know if I was making the worst mistake of my life here in breaking up with Kiyo. True, we had been fighting a lot, with him not understanding the choices I’d been having to make. The heart of it was, though, that I felt he’d had the opportunity to protect me…and hadn’t.
“Eugenie,” he said, hovering near the back door. “I know you were hurt. I know you suffered-and still do. And I guess I can see why you think what Dorian did was noble. But it’s not. There are big consequences to this, and someday-probably soon-you’re going to regret what he did.”
I shook my head, still obstinate. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“No matter what you think of me, it’s not too late. You can make amends with Katrice. You can stop this.” There was a desperate, pleading look in his eyes, and I wondered if it was because of his desire for peace or the agony of leaving me. My own hurt over him leaving was steadily growing, but something in his words halted it.
“Make amends? What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know…apologize…blame it on Dorian. Maiwenn might negotiate….”
My anger spun back up. “I am not going to grovel to the woman whose son raped me. And I’m not going to let Dorian get punished for something I should have done myself.” Maiwenn didn’t even deserve mentioning. “I’ll face the consequences, Kiyo. I’m the Thorn Queen.”
He gave me a small, sad smile. “Are you sure? Or are you the Storm Queen?”
I frowned. “What?”
“That’s what you told Leith. Back in the kitchen.”
“No.” So much of those memories were fragmented, but I was certain I’d recall that. “I told him I was the Thorn Queen a few times-but good God. Not Storm Queen.”
“I heard you. Once you said Storm Queen.”
I shook my head, anger returning. “You made a mistake. They sound alike. Easy to mishear.”
His smile twitched; his sadness grew. “Not with my hearing.”
Kiyo left after that-to where, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. My heart was broken, and thinking about him too much was only going to make things worse. Instead, I knew I had to leave too. I had to get out of here-and I knew exactly where I had to go.
I had to go to my kingdom.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
When I crossed over to the castle in the Thorn Land, I was surprised to find Nia sitting on the floor beside my rabbit paperweight. Her knees were drawn up, and her face-which appeared tear-streaked-rested on her knees. Yet, when she saw me, her face lit up like the sun bursting from behind clouds.
“Your majesty!” she cried, springing up. “Some of them said…they said you wouldn’t come back. But I knew. I knew you would.”
The devotion in the girl’s eyes was startling. Nia had been another servant passed from Dorian, and it had never occurred to me that she would serve me out of such love.
“Of course I came back,” I said softly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
She averted her eyes. “After everything that happened, and…well, because of Queen Katrice. There are those who assumed you’d abandon us and stay in the world of the humans.”
I didn’t bother pointing out that abandoning this land would kill me. I was too shocked by something else. “They thought…they thought I’d just start a war and leave?”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” she said fervently. “I knew you wouldn’t.”
I gave her a small, comforting smile while a knot twisted in my stomach. “Take me to Shaya and Rurik.”
The two of them were surprised by my arrival, but something told me they hadn’t doubted I would return either. I could tell by the compassion on Shaya’s face that what Leith had done to me was common knowledge. To my surprise, it was Rurik I took the most comfort from. He didn’t question my appearance. He offered no sympathies. He simply jumped straight to business.
“We’ve gathered as many soldiers as we could while you’ve been gone,” he said. “Some are camped outside, and Dorian’s said he’ll send reinforcements-his military’s much larger. The majority of yours is in Highmore. We’ll need to determine the best way to distribute them.”
For a moment, I felt dizzy as he continued rattling off military strategy. What was going on? What was I doing? I was a girl from Tucson who’d grown up in a middle-class neighborhood. How on earth was I standing here, listening to a fairy soldier explain how to lead a war?
I held up a hand. “Wait…before you go any further. Is there…is there any way this can be avoided?” Kiyo’s words came back to me, and I hated to say what I did next. “Is there any way to make peace?”
Rurik’s eyes widened, and shock and anger filled his features. “Peace? After what-”
Shaya silenced him with a gesture of her own. “Yes, actually. Katrice sent a rather long letter about it.”
“So…we could get her to understand that it…” Was an accident? Hardly. “I mean, could Katrice let all of this go, considering Leith started it?”
Shaya cleared her throat uncomfortably, and Rurik looked angry. “Well,” she began, “not entirely. For Katrice not to go to war, she demands that we become her subject kingdom and has very specific details on the kinds of tribute and taxes she requires for that. She also…she also says that you must marry her nephew in place of her son and tie this kingdom to her through that branch of the family. My impression is she sent a similar list of demands to Dorian-aside from the nephew part-which he refused rather, ah, indelicately.”
I stared, my mouth agape. That was not what I had in mind. How could Katrice demand those kinds of things after what Leith had done? How dare she act as though I had done something wrong? Yes, I could imagine her grief for her only son. I wasn’t that heartless. Yet…what she was suggesting was ludicrous. And if she thought I would ever, ever let another member of her family lay a hand on me…
I turned back to Rurik as though the issue of peace with Katrice had never been mentioned. Later, I would ask Shaya to help me compose a formal response to Katrice’s letter, something along the lines of I am the Thorn Queen. Fuck off.
“What should I do next?” I asked Rurik.
He smiled, a fierce delight in his eyes. “You should speak to the soldiers gathered here and make an official declaration of war. And then you should go to Highmore and speak to the ones there. They don’t even know you as their queen yet, let alone the person sending them to fight. And you should practice up on your magic, both for battle and to show your own people that that Rowan bitch can’t touch you.”
I shivered at the feelings his words inspired in me. In Tucson, I’d been trying to hide from my magic, but now it was calling to me again. And with this threat from Katrice-no, this insult from Katrice-there was nothing I wanted more than to summon all the forces of nature and rip her apart.
“Dorian is coming here-today, I think,” said Shaya, interrupting my murderous thoughts. “Follow his lead. He knows what to do.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. The only thing I felt certain of was that I wasn’t quite ready to go over the maps Rurik had laid out and examine all the troop placements he had in mind. I’d always sucked at Risk and had a feeling this would be similar. Besides, I hadn’t returned to the Thorn Land to make war-not right at this second, at least. I’d come because of the dream from last night, the dream where I’d felt at peace.
Because at the moment, I felt no peace. A gentry queen wanted to lead armies in and kill my people-and I was supposed to do the same to her. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend, someone I loved dearly, because I-
