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Chapter 15
I was shaking as I stalked through the main hall of Wayfair, passing the Royal ba
I wanted to tear down the ba
Reaching the landing, I headed into the castle’s west wing. As soon as the hall came into view, I saw several men outside my stepfather’s private rooms. The Royal Guards stood in their ridiculous uniforms, staring straight ahead, their hands resting on the hilts of swords I doubted they’d ever lifted in battle.
None of them looked in my direction as I approached. “I need to see the King.”
The Royal Guard who blocked the door didn’t even blink as he continued to stare straight ahead. He made no move to step aside.
My patience had left me the moment I saw what had become of the Couper family. I stepped closer to the guard, close enough that I saw the tendons of his jaw clench. “You either step aside, or I will knock you aside.”
That got the older man’s attention. His gaze flicked to me, the lines at the corners of his eyes deepening.
“And please feel free to doubt that I would carry through on that threat. Because I would love nothing more than to prove just how wrong you are,” I promised.
Pink seeped into the man’s face as his knuckles bleached white from how tightly he held the sword.
I cocked my head to the side, arching a brow. If he even dared to lift that fist an inch, I would break every godsdamn bone in his hand or die trying.
“Step aside, Pike,” another Royal Guard ordered.
Pike looked as if he would rather shove his entire face into a pot of boiling water, but he stepped aside. He didn’t reach for the door as he would’ve done for anyone else. The blatant disrespect wasn’t surprising, but I couldn’t care less as I gripped the heavy, gold handle and pushed the door open.
The rich sent of pipe tobacco surrounded me the moment I stepped into the sunlight-drenched chamber. Rays of light reflected off the handblown glass figurines lining the shelves. Some were of the gods and Primals. Others were animals, buildings, carriages, and trees. The King had collected them for as long as I could remember. I found him sitting behind the heavy iron desk at one end of the circular chamber.
King Ernald’s back was to the windows and balcony he’d stood on the night before. He had always been larger than life to me, broad of chest and tall, quick to laugh and smile. He wasn’t as ageless as my mother, though. The brown hair at his temples was begi
Right now, there was nothing large about him.
Surprise shuttled across the King of Lasania’s face as he looked at the door. It was brief. His features soon smoothed out into the mask of impassivity he always wore when I was present. Those laughs and smiles always faded once he knew I was near.
Deep down, I think he feared me, even before I had been found unworthy.
My stepfather wasn’t alone. I realized that the moment I stepped into the office and saw the back of my stepbrother’s head. He was seated on the settee in the center of the room, idly picking through a bowl of dates.
The room was otherwise empty.
“Sera.” The King’s tone was flat. “What are you doing here?”
No warmth or fondness. His question was a demand, not a request. In the past, that’d stung. After I was found unworthy, I felt nothing. Today, however, it sent a hot flash of rage through me. If he didn’t know why I was here, that meant he had no idea that I’d spent the last several hours watching the first guards I’d come across bury the Coupers.
“The Coupers are dead,” I a
“Who?” my stepbrother asked.
My back stiffened. “Farmers whose lands were infected by the Rot.”
“You mean the Rot you failed to stop,” Tavius corrected, lifting a date.
I ignored him. “Do you at least know who they are?”
“I know who they were,” my stepfather said, placing his pipe on a crystal tray. “I was notified of their passing no more than an hour ago. It’s most unfortunate.”
“It is more than unfortunate.”
“You’re right,” he agreed, and my eyes narrowed because I had enough sense to know better. “What they decided to do is tragic. Those children—”
“What they felt they had to do, you mean.” I crossed my arms to stop myself from picking up one of his precious figurines and throwing it. “What is tragic, is that they felt they had no other option.”
My stepfather frowned and shifted forward in his seat. “There are always other choices.”
“There should be, but when you’re watching your children—” My breath caught, and it burned through my lungs as little Mattie’s giggles echoed in my ears. “I don’t agree with what they did, but they were pushed to their breaking point.”
“If things were so bad for them, why didn’t they simply seek other employment?” Tavius tossed out as if he were the first to have thought of such a thing. “That would’ve been a far better choice.”
“What employment would they have been able to find?” I demanded. “Do you think a person can just walk into any shop or company or onto a ship and find a job? Especially when they spent their entire lives perfecting one trade?”
“Then perhaps they should’ve learned another trade the moment your failure ruined their land,” he suggested.
“How many trades have you decided to learn and mastered to the point you could then demand a job?” I challenged.
Tavius didn’t answer.
Exactly. The only skill he’d mastered was how to be an expert ass.
“I believe what your stepbrother is attempting to say is the same as I have,” the King reasoned, placing his hands flat on the desk. “There are always choices. They chose wrong.”
“You make it sound as if they had no reason. They were already dying. Starving to death!”
“And they chose to take their lives and those of their children instead of doing everything possible to feed them!” The King rose from his chair in a rush of plum-adorned black silk. “What would you have had me do that could have possibly altered that outcome? I have no control over the Rot. I ca
I couldn’t believe he would even ask that question. “You could’ve fed them. Made sure they had food until they could grow their crops again or find employment.”
“And is he supposed to do that for every family that can no longer work their land?” Tavius asked.
Hands balling into fists, I turned to where he sat. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on the leather boot propped on the hard surface of the ottoman. He tilted his head in my direction, not a single curl spilling over his forehead. The blackened eye I’d given him had faded far too quickly. His features were perfectly pieced together. Yet all those handsome attributes were somehow wrong on Tavius’s face. “Yes,” I answered. “And not just the farmers. You should know that as the heir to the throne.”
His lips, already thin, pressed tightly together.
“It’s the harvesters who rely on the fields to feed their children. It’s the shop owners who struggle each week to buy food because the prices have increased.” I stared at him. “Do you even know why the prices have gone up?”
The tautness eased from his face. “I know why. You.” He smiled, popping a date into his mouth. I doubted that he did. “Tell me, sister. How do you think we could provide for every family?”
Disgust curdled my stomach. “We could ration. We could give them some of the food here, starting with the dates in that bowl.”
Tavius smirked and then bit down on another piece of fruit.
I turned back to the King. “There is more than enough food here, within these very walls, to feed a hundred families for a month.”
“And then what?” my stepfather asked, lifting his hands, palms up. “What do we do after a month, Sera?”
“It’s not like we’d run out of food. There are other farms—”
“That are already being pushed to their limits to make up for the lands that can no longer produce,” he cut in. “Where would we draw the line? Deciding who we feed and who we do not. As you said, it’s not only the farmers. It’s the harvesters and more. But there are others who either ca
I took a deep breath that did nothing to calm my temper. “I sincerely doubt anyone would choose not to fend for themselves and starve.”
The King huffed out a laugh as he sat. “You’d be surprised,” he said, picking up a ruby-encrusted chalice.
“There has to be something we can do,” I tried again.
“Well, I have an idea,” Tavius a
“Oh, let me guess… You’re talking about me.” I looked over my shoulder at him. He arched a brow. “At least, I realize just how useless I am.” I smiled as his disappeared. “Unlike some in this room.”
The smug look vanished completely from his face, wiped away by the heat of anger. “How dare you speak to me like that?”
“There’s nothing daring about speaking the truth,” I retorted.
Tavius rose swiftly, and I faced him. “You know what the problem is with you?”
“You?” I offered, not even caring how childish it sounded.
His eyes thi
“Tavius,” his father warned.
My stepbrother took a step toward me. “You failed that family. They’re dead because of you. Not me.”