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Simmering Meat

Valoria’s velvet gown weighed her down as she hustled across the corridor. She dared not wear anything more revealing. Any show of skin would only make her more vulnerable, more pitiful in Brax’s cold eyes. She was not desperate for his attention.

“It’s not my fault you’re late.” Cadence shouted after her.

“No. But coming back soaked in blood did not help.” Valoria struggled to remember the path Nathaniel had taken her down earlier. Was it a right or a left at the large painting of King Thoridian cutting the head off the necromancer?

“I told you not to wait for me.” Cadence caught up and tripped on her hem, tumbling forward.

Valoria caught her and hefted her upright. “I’m not attending this alone.”

“Very well. But, I’m not following you on your wedding night. Sooner or later you’ll have to face him without my company.”

Valoria preferred later. After witnessing an arrow pierce a minstrel’s back, Echo’s bloody shoulder, a man’s decapitated head bounce on the floor, and a spine-chilling voice call her name on the wind, she’d had enough unpleasantness to last a fortnight. “All I want to do is get through this dinner.”

The stench of roasting meat hit her nose, and she coughed, covering her mouth with her sleeve. Unlike the minstrels’ plant-based fare, Ebonvale’s people savored their animal flesh. Just one more aspect of castle life she had to accommodate. “This way. I hope they have some roasted turnips or squash.”

Cadence smoothed down her dress. “I wouldn’t count your wyvern’s eggs before they hatch.”

They turned the corner into a room lit by flaming chandeliers. Two guards stood at duty, ushering them forward into a room filled with guests drowned in gowns and finery. As she entered, the people bowed before her, lowering their faces toward the floor. The royal family sat at a long table along the back wall below three stained glass windows.

At the center of the table, a roasted hog sat on a silver tray. Brax sat above the snout, gorging on a piece of the hog’s leg. He glanced up, and put the leg down, chewing hungrily as he laid his uninterested eyes on her.

Disgust sickened her stomach. Could anyone else be so ill-suited for her? Might as well deliver her to the undead. She could not expect them to wait for her to eat. Yet, she felt like a servant wandering into a ball with no serving platter in her hand.

King Thoridian stood and extended his arm. “Dear Princess Valoria, your presence is a welcome sight. We wondered if you’d gotten lost. I was about to send Lieutenant Blueborough to check on you.”

The queen rose as well and gestured to the empty seat next to Brax. Although she’d changed into a burgundy evening gown, she still wore the violet pearls around her neck. “Please join us.”

Valoria froze, unable to step toward the lumbering brute with hog juice dripping from his chin.

Cadence poked her finger in Valoria’s back. “Get on with it.”

“May I escort you to the main table?” Nathaniel appeared beside her like a beacon light in a foul storm. She could not deny him.

“Of course.” Valoria took his arm, holding on a little too tightly.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I was beginning to worry.”

“My handmaiden needed freshening up.”

“So kind of you to wait for her.” He smiled warmly.

“Indeed.” If only he knew the real reason for her procrastination. Would he think any less of her?

Valoria approached the great table and met Brax’s gaze. She bowed her head. “My apologies, my prince. My handmaiden found it difficult to remove the blood stains from her clothes.” Guilt panged inside her at her spiteful tone. Her father would not be proud of her throwing words like daggers at her future husband. She glanced at the floor.

“You’ve endured quite a lot at the filthy hands of the raiders.” Brax’s voice turned to a growl, as if he couldn’t leave his battles from his meal. “I only wish I was able to deal them retribution. Thanks to my brother, you arrived safely.”

He nodded to Nathaniel, and Nathaniel gave up her arm and pulled out her chair. “Thank Valoria herself. She fought just as bravely as the rest of us. Next time, the raiders will have to answer to her.”

Brax crinkled his thick, black brow in doubt. But, pride surged in Valoria despite his disbelief. She wished she could thank Nathaniel for his vote of confidence. She certainly needed it.

With a small smile, Nathaniel walked away, leaving her with her intended.

“I’ve set aside a plate for you.” Brax pushed a plate of soppy ribs in front of her. “It is the juiciest part.”

Valoria covered her mouth, stifling the urge to choke. How could she tell him she only ate vegetables and grains? What would he think of her? “Thank you. But I am not hungry this hour.”

Dismay settled across his blunt features.

“I mourn my lost countrymen.”

“Ah. Of course.” He nodded as if losing men on the battlefield was something he understood deeply. He took the plate away. “I will make sure the raiders pay.”

Valoria folded her hands in her lap lest the urge to slap him overcame her. “Wouldn’t it be more suitable to deal them a forgiving hand?”

Brax smiled condescendingly. “Dear Valoria, you are naïve to the follies of susceptibility. We must secure this kingdom’s future for only those with noble hearts.” He spoke as if she were a milkmaid being taught to squeeze the teat of a cow for the first time.

She bit her tongue. Did he mean to cast out half the populace? “Surely every man suffers from vagrancies at some point in his life. And these people have lost everything.”

Brax’s hand clenched and a vein in his forehead protruded. “That is no reason to murder and pillage, and to attack innocent princesses.”

Valoria gritted her teeth. He had a point, but she was far from the idiot adolescent he thought her. “Innocent princesses can fend for themselves.”

He spit out a piece of bone and it clanged on the china plate. “If that were true, you wouldn’t need Ebonvale, now would you?”

Fury broiled inside her. Talking to him was like talking to a wall. A sweaty wall. She picked up her glass hoping the cold water would smite her temper. “We need each other.”

“So our fathers believe.” Brax bit off another chunk of meat.

Was that resentment in his voice?

Valoria stiffened in disbelief. All this time she hadn’t given a thought to what Brax wanted. She’d always assumed he adopted his parents’ wishes. But, it was clear he didn’t want her just as much as she didn’t want him.

She’d finally found something they had in common.

* * * *

Nathaniel watched the princess stiffen from across the room. What had Brax said now? He hoped his brother hadn’t been too blunt. Valoria could fend for herself, but she also had a softer, kinder side. She hid her vulnerability from the world, but not from him. He’d glimpsed it when she’d faced Ebonvale’s people for the first time, when she’d leaned over that old, wounded music teacher, and when she’d asked about Brax.

He longed to go to her, but she wasn’t his charge.

“Excuse me, lieutenant, an important matter needs your attention.” Kent, the medic in training, stood beside him still wearing his bloodied apron.

Nathaniel stood, blocking him from the ladies lest he spoil their dinner. “What does it concern?”

Kent wrenched his hands in a ball in front of his chest. “The prisoner. The boy with the red hair.”

Guilt spread through him. He should have interrogated the boy while he had the chance. But Nathaniel couldn’t bring himself to torture someone in such great pain. “Horred’s temple. Is he dead?”

“Not dead, sir. He’s gone.”

“Gone?” A wave of relief passed over him. Why he should care so much about a boy—the enemy—he had no idea. “But, he could hardly breathe.”

“Or so he led us to believe.”

A fork clanged on a glass, and the conversations muted around them as the king stood to speak. Nathaniel ushered Kent to the back of the hall. “Show me the last place you saw him. The gates have been closed for the night, so there’s a chance he’s still in the city.”

“As you wish, lieutenant.” At least a little color had returned to the young man’s face.

“Do not fret. We will make this right.” Before he left, Nathaniel glanced back at Valoria. She met his gaze with a questioning raise of her brow. Her eyes held a flicker of desperation. Could he leave her?

He had to. She was his no more than the claim to the throne. If he were wise, he’d do his duty without any more thoughts of her. Resolve hardening inside him, Nathaniel turned from the dinner and followed Kent into the corridor beyond. He found two soldiers guarding the entryway and dispatched them to gather the others off duty and search the thoroughfares.

“Why did you not bring this to Commander Brax’s attention?” Nathaniel whispered as they exited the temple and walked across the city square.

“The Commander seemed busy at the moment with his intended. Besides, I know you will find a way to…soften the blow.”

No one wanted to be the target of Brax’s fury. But, Nathaniel couldn’t keep his superior ill-informed for long. “If we find the prisoner, I may not need to.”

A light bell chimed as they entered the apothecary’s shop. They walked past the shelves of medicines and hanging, dried herbs to the barn in the back. Most of the patients slept wrapped in white sheets and thick bandages. The older man Valoria had attended to sat propped on a pillow reading a scroll of parchment by candlelight.

Kent led Nathaniel to the back. “We moved all of the seriously wounded patients here.” He pointed to an empty bed. The cords used to tie the boy’s arms and legs had been cut. “He laid here.”

Nathaniel picked up the broken cord. “He must have stolen a scalpel when the medics weren’t looking.”

Unease stirred in Kent’s gaze. “With the bustle from the influx of minstrels, I couldn’t watch each patient.”

Nathaniel placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. He wasn’t much older than the boy who’d run away. A mistake this early in his career would send him back to the farms where he’d come from. “No one will blame you.”

“Commander Braxten will, as he should.” Kent hung his head, looking at the old planks on the floor. “I am supposed to keep track of all medical equipment.”

“Then, I will leave his means of escape in question. It is not important.” Nathaniel scanned the rafters above. The barn had no back door, and every floor plank was in place. A single white dove sat by a cranked window. Even in prime shape, that climb would be difficult.

Nathaniel approached the older minstrel. The candlelight reflected a staff with notes on the parchment. What manner of song did he read? Tragic or sweet? Hopeful or sad?

“My apologies for interrupting, sir.” Nathaniel bowed. “I regret I did not introduce myself earlier. I’m Lieutenant Nathaniel Blueborough.”

The old man glanced above the parchment. “You may call me Echo.”

“Echo.” An honorable name for a minstrel. Nathaniel wished he could learn more about him and his connection to Valoria. But, they had more urgent matters to speak of. “A prisoner has gone missing. He lay back there in the bed in the far right corner. Have you noticed anything unusual?”

Echo rolled the parchment and brought the candle forward. Admiration shone in his eyes. “I remember you now. You saved my life earlier on the battlefield.”

A flash of memory lighted Nathaniel’s mind. Raiders swarmed around him, and he cut through the front line, pushing them back. A voice sang in his head, promising him honor. “One man outnumbered deserves a second chance.” He spoke the words, but they were not his own.

“Eloquently spoken for a soldier.” Echo raised his brow, peering deeper into his soul.

Nathaniel shook his head. “I cannot take credit for my actions. A force pulled me in your direction.”

“Indeed.” Echo looked away in frustration when Nathaniel had expected surprise. “A force I cannot seem to control however much I try.”

The old man gestured toward the empty bed. “The boy was here when the sun set. I woke up a few hours later to the medic’s shouts that he’d disappeared.”

“Then he couldn’t have gone through the front gate.” Nathaniel massaged his chin in thought. “He must be in the city.” He checked over his shoulder. “The boy couldn’t have found many places to hide. Most inns, taverns, and shops are locked after sunset. Patrols march the cobblestone. My guards should have spotted him.”

“What of the back gate?” Echo spoke as if he tempted fate.

Nathaniel gave him a chastising stare, as if silencing a child asking to be told a frightful bedtime story. The minstrels hadn’t been in Ebonvale for decades, but they should know better. “Contrary to rumor, the back gate hasn’t been opened since King Artemis Rubystone’s army returned from their triumph at Sill. In the spring, it floods from the mountain pass. The poor lad would have to slosh through the muck of the moors, not to mention the stories of the voices calling from the mountains, and all of those awful bones of the lost travelers and castle runaways...” He closed his eyes, blocking the thoughts from his mind.

Echo lay back, propping his head on the pillow. “Tradition, superstition, and a little bit of muck may not supersede one’s desire to be free.”

“The gate will be the last place I check.” Nathaniel gave the man a steady glance. “Thank you for your help.”

“I’ll do anything to ensure our kingdoms’ unity. These are trying times.”

“Indeed. With half the countryside a charred ruin and raiders running amok. At least the wyverns haven’t returned. Many thanks to your kind.”

Echo raised his finger. “It was the unity of both kingdoms that defeated them.”

Nathaniel nodded and turned toward the door. Another reason to support Brax’s union with Valoria. “I will never forget.”