Chapter 26

 

Voyage

 

Hazy sunlight trickled through the gossamer canopy surrounding Danika’s bed. She reached to the light. Was she back in Ebonvale? Her heart surged with hope, soaring lighter than it had in months. Bron would be calling out orders on the training fields and Muriel would be waiting to serve her breakfast with all the latest gossip from the last courtroom ball.

She pulled the window fabric back, revealing a never-ending glittering sea. Seagulls cawed, riding white-crested waves, and the tang of salty brine hung in the humid air. The floor swayed underneath her feet as a wave hit the bow, spraying her nightgown with icy droplets. Danika placed her hand over her heart.

Valorian’s boat.

Last night’s dinner.

She had to tell Bron she was safe.

Bron wouldn’t approve of her riding in Valorian’s boat. To throw away the minstrel’s offer would tempt the demons of fate, though. They needed their protection.

Danika washed herself in a small porcelain basin, then turned to the chest of gowns. Each one had been fitted to hang perfectly over her slender frame. Lace, velvet, pearls and intricate brocade were only some of the many adornments. Valorian had exquisite taste and had spared no expense.

She picked up an amber gown with a tight bodice wrapped in satin ribbons. What would Bron think of her, strutting around like a harlot in Valorian’s dresses aboard his ship?

No, one slap in the face was quite enough. Danika folded the garment and stashed the gown back in the chest. As much as the metal weighed her down and the sun beat down in waves of heat, she chose her armor. Perhaps the heavy metal would hold in her wild heart.

Danika emerged from the dark cabin into bright morning light. Around her, the crew untied the rigging and minstrels sang songs to bless their voyage and raise morale. They nodded as she passed, never missing a beat.

Valorian stood on the helm with a dark-haired older man with a thick beard wearing a blue captain’s hat with a feather through the side. Valorian waved to her, and Danika nodded in return. At least the captain busied him for now.

She walked across the boat and scanned the dock. Soldiers loaded their equipment, along with weapons, from the pier to the second boat, the Fortune. Bron stood surveying the operations with his usual straight-backed stance. He’d polished his armor since the attack, and the metal gleamed like a nobleman’s silverware in the morning sun.

If he saw her on the deck of Valorian’s ship, he did nothing to solicit her company.

It was now or never.

Would he realize her true intentions? Or would her betrayal tear them apart? Ebonvale hung on a harried thread. She had to take the risk. Danika walked the plank to the pier, passing by minstrels carrying bushels of fruits and vegetables and cages of poultry on deck. She marched down the dock, saluting the soldiers she passed.

Bron bowed as she approached, hiding any expression that may have crossed his face. “Princess.”

Too many soldiers hovered to speak with him on any personal level. “Chief of Arms.”

He straightened, and his eyes softened. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well enough.”

“The decks of the Destiny provide safe refuge then?”

Danika stiffened. Of course he knew which boat she’d slept on. He was her bodyguard, after all. “A refuge, no.”

Bron quirked an eyebrow, and she tried to be careful not to overstep Valorian’s generous gifts. “How can one find refuge with such a momentous battle looming? As for safety, the ship is secure. In fact, I dismissed the minstrel bodyguards Valorian offered.”

A smile curled on Bron’s lips. “Chances are, if a wyvern dove from the sky, you’d be saving them.”

Danika matched his sly grin. “We’ll see about that. Did you find adequate accommodations last night for you and the men?”

“More than adequate.” Bron put a hand on the armor plate covering his hard abs. “My stomach is still full.”

She shifted, wishing she could have joined him. Due to her dinner companion, she hadn’t eaten much last night, and her stomach gurgled with the thought of food.

His features grew somber as he nodded to Valorian’s boat. “So, you’ve made your choice then?”

The question caught her off guard. Of what exactly did he inquire? Did she choose the boat or the man? She sucked in her lips, thinking of an appropriate answer with so many soldiers and minstrels around.

“For now, this arrangement is most beneficial to the kingdom.”

Bron’s brow raised and his eyes bore into hers. Did she see a flash of hope? “For now?”

“Aye.” She nodded and leaned toward him. “No one knows what this battle will bring. We must make amends if we are ever to stand united.”

A minstrel walked in front of them, trailing a cart of extra instruments filled with flutes, fiddles and a tambourine.

“A wise choice, Princess.” Bron’s gaze returned to surveying his troops. Along the dock, Valorian parted with the captain and waved to her.

She bowed to Bron. “Duty calls.”

Bron’s face showed no emotion as he scanned the dock. He didn’t even look back to her to say goodbye.

This may be the last time she spoke to him before Scalehaven. Flustered, anger brimming, she turned to walk back to Valorian’s ship. Fine. Pretend nothing had happened between them. Was she that easy to forget?

Bron’s velvety voice followed her on the wind. “I hope it won’t keep you forever.”

She gasped and her heart sputtered before beating wildly. Every muscle in her neck itched to whirl around and study Bron’s face.

Valorian watched her approach from the stern with a pleasant smile stretched across his lips. Under Valorian’s gaze she could do nothing of the sort.

She tensed her fingers into fists and kept walking.

Had her imagination run away?

* * * *

They rode white waves out to sea. The wind blew in their favor, filling their masts with violent gusts ushering them to their destiny. Danika stood on the railing wearing the least revealing gown from Valorian’s chest. With all the minstrels around, she felt like a statue amongst villagers in her gleaming metal. Better to fit in for the time being. When they reached Scalehaven she’d don her armor once again.

Her gaze wandered to Bron’s boat as the wooden warrior carved into the bow cut through the waters beside them. The distance between them was so close, yet uncrossable. Her castle had suffocated her from time to time, but the deck of a ship imprisoned her. Already, the sides pressed in with sea-filled horizons all around.

There was no sign of the armored Chief of Arms. Danika smiled to herself, remembering how he avoided all quests beyond the boundaries of land. He never did like boats.

“A brilliant day for a journey, is it not?” Valorian placed both hands on the railing beside her. Instead of gazing at their sister ship, his eyes strayed to Danika.

She stepped away from the rail. Better not to let Bron see her mingling with Valorian. “It would be, if we weren’t heading into battle.” And if she stood on the other ship. The cramped quarters made it almost impossible to avoid the minstrel.

Valorian followed her around the deck to the other side where the wind whipped fiercely. “You doubt our victory?”

“I fear what I must sacrifice to win.” Danika looked away. Had she spoken out loud? She hadn’t meant to open up so deeply.

“My dear.” Valorian spread his hand across the deck. Minstrels sang an old ballad of a battle long past and triumphantly won, and the captain stood at the helm, searching the sea. “Every man on this boat will meet their end, either in battle, by sickness, or in the deathly grip of old age.”

He placed his arm around her and pulled her close, blocking the wind. “Nothing is forever. We must enjoy the days we have together and content ourselves, knowing our sacrifice is for both our kingdoms.”

Danika allowed Valorian to hold her, even though his arms provided small comfort. If he spoke the truth, her time with Bron had come and gone, and she’d squandered it.

“Are you a realist then?” She had trouble believing a man who created words from thin air would plant his feet firmly in reality. In a way, Valorian was a shrewd, courageous man. Danika longed for Bron’s idealistic bravery.

“I don’t imagine what’s not there, if that’s your meaning.” Valorian’s voice was steady, almost stern.

Danika froze against him. Could he feel her cool disposition like a dead fish in his arms? She danced around the subject. “Do you see our victory?”

“I see the possibility, aye.”

Danika eased back in his arms. “That bodes well.”

Valorian buried his face in her hair. His voice turned wistful. “If we both survive this battle and emerge victorious, what will the future bring?”

A minstrel’s voice from the lower deck wafted up on the wind. He sang of a great and mighty love transcending the conventions of court. Interesting choice.

Danika knew he’d broach this topic eventually, and she had an answer ready to give. “An alliance between our kingdoms, strengthened by the fact warriors and minstrels fought side by side.”

“Is that all?” He took her hand. His voice deepened as his thumb traced circles on the back of her hand. “I can think of another way to strengthen our ties.”

Men shouted from the sister ship. Queasiness overtook Danika, and her knees weakened as distress spread throughout her gut. She turned to the captain of the ship who pointed to the sea off the bow. “Call to arms!”

Minstrels raced around them, and Danika clutched Valorian’s arm. “What’s the matter?”

Valorian placed his hands on her shoulders. “Go back to your room. Allow me to handle this.”

Before she could respond, a tentacle burst from the surface just feet away from the sister ship. Suction cups as wide as her arm spread as the tentacle unfurled and moved toward the bow.

Valorian pushed her toward the cabin. “Go!”

Danika stumbled forward in shock. Then she remembered her armor. Helena’s Sword! The one day she didn’t wear it! She followed Valorian’s order to return to her cabin, but with the intention to reemerge.

Around her, the minstrels began a deep, low hum, vibrating deep in her gut. They were preparing for battle.

Danika burst through the doors to her cabin with her dress already half untied. She tore the back open and leaped from the fine fabric. The tentacle had been heading straight for Bron’s boat. Could she reach him in time?