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CHAPTER 17

作者: Gun ink
last update 公開日: 2026-03-08 02:29:39

"Get in. Move!"

Ethan’s hand was a heavy weight on Noah’s shoulder, shoving him through the doorway of the royal bedchamber. The oak door slammed shut with a crack that sounded like a bone breaking. Ethan didn't even bother with the latch; he just leaned his full weight against the wood, his chest heaving, his face a mask of jagged shadows. The smell of the dungeons—salt, iron, and burnt hair—clung to his tunic.

"Ethan, wait. You’re scaring me." Noah stumbled back, his bare feet catching on the
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  • The Queen is Man   47

    "Don't move, Noah."The assassin’s finger tightened on the trigger. The crossbow bolt hummed, a black needle pointed at my throat. Behind me, the cabin was a roaring furnace, the heat peeling the skin off my back."Step away from him." I didn't recognize my own voice. It was a dry rattle. My hand went to the dagger at my belt. "He's the King. You touch him and the North burns your cities to the ground.""The King is a ghost." The assassin stepped into the light. The gold sun on his chest glinted. "And ghosts don't start wars. They just haunt the people who failed them. Your father sends his regards, Prince. He says the map in your head is a liability he can no longer afford.""My father is a coward.""Your father is a pragmatist. He’s already signing the treaty with the Regency. They get the territory. He gets the peace. And the boy who knows too much gets a bolt in the neck."The hound barked. Not a normal bark. It was a scream.Charlotte Reed lunged from the smoke, her face a mask o

  • The Queen is Man   46

    "I smell smoke."Noah froze. He didn't move a muscle. He stood in the center of the cabin, the heavy iron poker still gripped in his hand. The wood under his boots groaned."Smoke?" Ethan’s head tilted. He was sitting on the furs, his back against the wall. His silver eyes were wide, staring at a point three feet to Noah’s left. "The hearth is dead, Noah. I didn't light it.""Not the hearth." Noah dropped to his knees. He pressed his face against the floorboards. A thin, grey ribbon was snaking up through the cracks. It smelled of pitch and dry pine. "The crawlspace. They’re under us.""Abigail!"The voice didn't come from inside. It came from the ridge.Noah’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew that voice. It wasn't Lucas. It was sharper. Like a blade drawn across a whetstone.Charlotte Reed."I know you're in there," Charlotte called out. Her voice was calm. Almost bored. "And I know the King is with you. Or what’s left of him.""Noah, what—""Stay down!" Noah lunged across the

  • The Queen is Man   45

    "Take it off."Noah’s fingers froze on the leather laces of his tunic. The cabin was a coffin of shadows, lit only by the dying orange pulse of the hearth. Outside, the waterfall screamed, a wall of sound that buried the rest of the world."You can't even see me, Ethan." Noah’s voice was a rough rasp."I see enough." Ethan sat on the edge of the rope bed. He turned his head, his cloudy, silver eyes tracking the heat of Noah’s body. "I see a dark shape. I see the way the light catches your skin. I hear your heart. It’s hammering against your ribs. Like a bird in a cage."Noah ripped the laces free. He pulled the tunic over his head and hurled it into the corner. The air was freezing. The sweat on his back turned to ice. He stood there, bare-chested, his shoulders broad and scarred from the mountain climb."Is this what you wanted?" Noah stepped closer. He didn't move like a girl. He didn't glide. His boots hit the floorboards with a heavy, masculine thud. "The truth? No silk. No perfum

  • The Queen is Man   44

    "Eat the rabbit, Ethan."The metal bowl clattered against the stone floor. Ethan didn't move. He sat in the corner of the Ravine cabin, his back against the damp wood, legs pulled to his chest. The white bandages I’d wrapped around his head were gray now. Frayed. Smelling of old blood and the sharp, herbal mash I’d pounded from roots."I'm not hungry." His voice sounded like gravel sliding down a chute."You haven't eaten in two days. You want to die in this hole? Fine. But don't make me watch you do it." I grabbed the wooden spoon. Shoved it into the bowl. The stew was thin. Mostly water and the stringy meat of a snare-trap kill."I can't find the spoon, Noah."He didn't yell. He didn't growl. That was the worst part. The Silver Wolf was gone. Just a broken man in a shredded silk tunic remained."I'm holding it. Open your mouth."He hesitated. His jaw worked, a muscle leaping in his cheek. Then he leaned forward. Blindly. Pathetically. I fed him. One spoonful at a time. He swallowed

  • The Queen is Man   43

    "He’s still breathing. Fix it."Lucas Reed’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears. I stayed low in the tall grass. The damp earth smelled of rot and cold iron.Twenty feet away, Jonathan Hayes was pinned against a jagged rock. His shield was gone. His armor was a shredded mess of leather and his own blood. Six men circled him like starving dogs."Where did they go, General?" Lucas stepped into the torchlight. He wiped a spray of red from his cheek. "The King. The bitch. Tell me, and I’ll make the next one quick."Jonathan didn't answer. He couldn't. His jaw was hanging by a thread of skin. He spat a tooth into the dirt. He tried to raise his sword, but his arm snapped back down. Dead weight."I don't have all night," Lucas snarled. He grabbed a spear from a nearby guard."Noah..."The whisper was so quiet I almost missed it. Jonathan’s head rolled back against the stone. He wasn't looking at Lucas. He was looking at the shadows where I was hiding."What was that?" Lucas leaned in.

  • The Queen is Man   42

    "You're late."Noah’s sword arm jerked. He stepped in front of the blind King, the heavy leather of Ethan’s old armor creaking. The tunnel was a throat of wet stone and black shadows. In the center of the path stood a figure. A silhouette.Jonathan Hayes.The General didn't have his helmet. His hair was matted with soot. A deep gash across his brow wept red down the left side of his face. He held his shield—the one embossed with the Silver Wolf—but it was dented, the metal scarred by axe-blows."Move, Jonathan," Noah rasped. His real voice, the low one, echoed off the damp walls. "The Southern Prince is on the beach. He's coming for me. If you want to live, get out of the way.""I’m not here for the Prince." Jonathan stepped forward. The light from his guttering torch hit Ethan’s face. The General stopped. His shield lowered. "What happened to his eyes?""Flash-powder." Noah didn't lower his blade. "Lucas Reed. Your Purists. They did this.""They aren't my Purists." Jonathan’s voice w

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