Shattered, I watched her stride away. The guards came to attention, saluting as she passed, the warm breeze catching the long coattail skirts of the black velvet gown, making them snap like the tower pennants, the silver of the leggings flashing in the cuts, black boots making crisp sounds now that she wasn’t being stealthy. She looked long, lean, and as dangerous as her sword.
How cleanly she’d cut out my heart, taking it with her and leaving me hollow.
Every muscle and nerve in my body urged me to run after her. To say what, though? In her usual fashion, Ursula had sliced to the bones of the problem. I’d never thought of my loyalties as divided, but they were. With another woman, that wouldn’t matter. The way we felt about each other would outweigh everything else. Another woman wouldn’t allow a matter of principle to override her heart.
But then, I hadn’t fallen in love with another woman.
It had only ever been Ursula for me, and always would be—despite those past vows.
Pledging the Elskastholrr to her had been an easy decision. I’d been a simpler person then. A mercenary captain, disinherited from my past. The secrets I’d carried hadn’t been so heavy, and it had been easy—that word again—to let them lie buried. Easy at that time to forget I’d ever been anyone else.
In its purest form, the Elskastholrr exists only in the heart and mind of the one who vows it. Ursula, heir to the throne of a tyrant, beloved of her people and obvious choice as their savior, had been a fine recipient for my vow. After witnessing the abuse of power in far too many forms and places, I had no desire to be king, but I would happily serve as kingmaker. In that crystal moment of decision, I saw a scenario where I’d serve out my vows and Ursula would never know about the Elskastholrr.
Deceptively simple.
I had told her, eventually, because she’d asked—and because I’d been unable to resist the temptation to have her. Nothing had remained simple for me after that. And, now, like the undead creatures animated by Deyrr’s cursed magic, the events of the past trudged relentlessly forward to convene with the present.
There is no easy way out of this. Ursula had the right of it. Even if I could mark the boundaries of the vows in my mind, tell her everything but the essentials I’d sworn in blood and flesh never to reveal, the secrets I kept would still lie festering between us.
When I pledged the Elskastholrr to Ursula, I hadn’t given those other, older vows I’d taken to protect Jenna a second thought. I’d had no expectation that Ursula would become my lover, that she’d return my love. A mercenary in love with a princess—nothing should have come of it.
Kral had himself a good laugh about it when he found out. Though with his practical, ambitious nature, he’d always thought the Elskastholrr a hopelessly romantic and self-destructive tradition anyway. He’d never see his way to being so selfless that he’d pledge himself to a woman for the rest of his life, whether she returned his regard or not. Though Jepp may have changed that. She wouldn’t want eternal devotion so much, but she would demand commitment—at knife point, if necessary.
Being honest with myself, I’d have to admit that I’d embraced the hopeless, even punitive aspects of pledging myself to an impossible love. Though I’d pursued Ursula, I hadn’t hoped for more than a night or two in her bed to sustain me. We always knew our love affair might be short-lived. I huffed out a laugh, a despairing edge to it that made a nearby guard look at me sharply.
I hadn’t known that she hadn’t had any real lovers before—or that in enticing her to unfurl her tightly closed heart, I’d become the sole caretaker of her intimate self.
Ursula would say this is why I shouldn’t have vowed myself to her without even having a conversation first. She’d have a fair point, too, except that I suspected we could’ve conversed for years and I wouldn’t have learned what I needed to know.
I knew I could spend the rest of my life with her and not be able to predict where her canny mind would go next.
Knowing her as I did now, however, how things had fallen out between us was all too predictable. I’d breached her walls and found my way to the heart of her as no one else had. Ursula didn’t trust or love easily, but when she did, she committed herself entirely, with unflagging loyalty and determination.
Her own version of the Elskastholrr, in a way.
I had no doubt that if I did leave, she’d never give her heart again. She might eventually agree to a marriage, perhaps even take another man to her bed to produce an heir of her own body for the High Throne and the realm she loved above all else. But she was the kind to give her heart only once. Another way that she and I were the same.
From the beginning I’d been cognizant that if we succeeded in putting her on the High Throne, she’d one day make a marriage of state and not to me, a foreign mercenary. I would handle that eventuality when it happened—though the thought of another man making love to my Essla filled me with protective fury.
How could another man understand her particular fragility? Especially since she hid it so well under that tough skin and slicing wit. She’d be so easy to injure. If she succeeded in sending me away, and she married another, I wouldn’t even be there to help her through that painful transition.
No matter what, I needed to make sure I stayed. I’d have to do what I could to bridge this chasm I’d created.
The great irony was that the vows I’d taken no longer served any real purpose. I couldn’t reveal where Jenna had gone, because I didn’t know. I’d once had guesses. We’d planned to flee together to Halabahna, to see the elephants, but I’d looked for her there and never found a trace of her.
Elephants. Had Jenna ever found them? For a long time I’d thought if I looked where elephants are, I’d eventually find her, but no.
I had to face that she’d probably died long ago. Or been captured, enslaved. An extraordinarily beautiful young woman with no ability to defend herself… It was a mark of my foolish idealism that I could even entertain anything but the worst fears for her fate. I’d likely never know what happened to her—and that I’d kept these heavy, destructive secrets all this time for no reason at all.
An alarmed shout went up from the lookout.
I spun, drawing my broadsword as I did, gratified that my sweeping glance verified all the guards in sight did likewise, brandishing whatever weapons they used best. The shout came from the highest tower, from a young woman I knew to be one of Jepp’s protégées, a scout for the Hawks. She waved a flag in a complicated series of dips and twirls—one of their cryptic codes I had yet to learn—and I scanned for the nearest Hawk commander. Brant. With a gesture I summoned him and he came at a run.
“Report,” I ordered.
He turned to watch the flag. “Unidentified movement. Request to be alert. Shadows in motion.”
Shadows in motion. “Nothing more?”
Brant shook his head, eyes still on the lookout. “Message is repeating. I’ll go see if I can find out more from Dary.”
I grunted acknowledgement, scanning the shadows in question. The bright summer morning left few enough of them, but corners of the courtyard remained filled with deep shade cast by the high walls. I saw nothing unusual—certainly nothing to swing my sword at—but Ursula’s Hawks weren’t given to flights of fancy or false alarms.
With the enemy we faced, formless and born of darkest magics, anything odd could be an attack. Far better to err on the side of caution. Ursula was right that Annfwn was the apparent focus of Deyrr’s enmity, but Ordnung remained the capital of the Thirteen Kingdoms. Deyrr wanted the heart of magic, but Emperor Hestar would want the High Throne. Because the two had joined forces, anything could happen.
Still, I felt more and more like a fool, seeing nothing strange or alarming, pointing my sword at shadows. We all did, bristling with weapons and anxiety, while the merry sounds of trade and a fine summer morning rang out from the road and township.
A metaphor for my current situation if ever there was one.
“Captain.” Brant returned from conferring with Dary. “Recommend we stand down from high alert but increase eyes on the situation. Dary saw something she can’t explain—like smoke or fog in the shadows—but it hasn’t recurred. She asked me to relay her apologies for a false alarm, which I will, though I don’t think they’re necessary. She’s as sharp-eyed as they come and solid with it.”
“No,” I replied, sheathing my broadsword and rubbing a hand over the back of my neck where the hair prickled with chill foreboding, even as the sun made my skin slick with sweat. “No apologies for a report made in earnest. Call on whoever you need to help watch. Dogs, too.”
“Dary suggested some of the hunting falcons, as they’re good with picking out small movements in bright daylight.”
“Do it.” He saluted and I returned it, then went to report the incident to the woman currently considering kicking me out of her bed—and her life.
When I reached the throne room, Ursula had already convened court and sat on the High Throne. The setup had changed since the early days when I first arrived with my Vervaldr, hired by Ursula’s father to shore up what I quickly understood to be his mad and crumbling grip on power. In those days he’d sat on an iron throne flanked by four others, all empty.
One had been vacant for twelve years, once belonging to Salena, the dead sorceress queen, and the other three to her daughters, all away from Ordnung for various reasons. I’d thought I’d grown open-minded since leaving Dasnaria, but I’d been astonished to learn Uorsin’s heir was his eldest daughter, an unmarried woman.
When she returned home, striding down the center aisle of court, covered in road dust, eyes steely with resolve, and proceeded to engage in a battle of wits with her father… well, I’d understood. And fallen hard.
Unlike Ursula that day, I didn’t approach the High Throne down the center aisle, but took the long way around the assembled courtiers, keeping to the shadows in my own way, I supposed. It bothered Ursula far more than it did me that I had no official place in her court. As the youngest of seven legitimate sons born to my father, I’d been a prince in the Imperial Palace, sure, but one largely ignored in favor of those with a far greater chance of becoming emperor. When I’d been a boy that had rankled.
Discovering the kind of lives my sisters led had given me sorely needed perspective on just how fortunate I’d been.
When I reached my usual post at the side and foot of Ursula’s throne, she gave me a narrow glance from the side of her flinty eyes. “I didn’t expect you here,” she murmured.
“It’s where I belong,” I replied simply, repeating a truth I’d had to drum into her thick skull. Folding my arms, I settled into the relaxed stance I could maintain for hours—and often did when court dragged on for a ridiculously long time. So determined not to repeat her father’s mistakes, Ursula rarely cut off the petitions when any rational person would. Another consequence of her being away from Ordnung for so long—the business of the kingdoms, major and ridiculously minor, had piled up. The King of Carienne, Groningen, had handled a great deal of it as regent in her absence, but many people held onto their petitions, awaiting the return of the High Queen, certain they merited her personal attention.
In my opinion, very few of their urgent requests truly rose to that level. But that was another difference between my homeland and this realm. In Dasnaria, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor would never trouble himself with such trivia. He relied on his nobility to govern, which inevitably led to corruption and abuse of power.
Surely there had to be a middle ground between the two extremes.
Ursula delivered her decision on the current question. While Shua—the cleric who’d taken on Dafne’s role—shuffled documents and prepared to call the next petitioner, Ursula flicked another glance at me. “What’s wrong?” she wanted to know.
When I gave her a placid, questioning look, she made an impatient sound and gestured me to approach. “I know the difference between you being pissed at me and there being something of concern. Tell me what happened.”