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Chapter Thirty-Five
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Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty-Five
Queme PovMy hand did not shake when I lifted my braid. I would like that remembered.I had been trained since the cradle to hold my face still while my insides went to pieces. Father taught me that before he taught me my letters. A princess may break in private, he used to say, tapping the tip of my nose, but never in a corridor.So I stood in the cold light of the long gallery, with Anna's polish cloths scattered across the floor and Elle's eyes on me like two lamps, and I pushed my braid over my shoulder, and I turned my back."Undo the collar," I said, and I was proud of how steady it came out.I felt Elle's fingers at the top button. The silk loosened. The air touched my skin, cool and strange, the way it never did in daylight. In eleven years I had never let anyone see it. Not my maids. Not my nurse. Not even the physician who treated me when I had the fever at nine.Elle did not say anything.I counted my own breaths. Four. Five. Six."Well?" I whispered."Hold still."I felt h
Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty-Four
Elle PovI have always been told that I notice too much.My mother, Queen Camille, said it first, when I was seven and told her the cook was stealing from the kitchen. She said it again when I was twelve and asked why Father's smile never reached his eyes. Now, at nineteen, I have learned to keep my observations to myself, tucked away behind a pleasant face, where they cannot get me into trouble.This morning, I had too many of them."You are not eating, my lady," said Maye, hovering at my elbow with a plate of honeyed figs."I am thinking.""That is worse."I almost laughed. Maye has served me since I was ten. She knows my moods the way a sailor knows the sea.The morning sun came through the tall windows of my sitting room in long gold bars. Queme had spent the night in the guest chamber across the hall, and I had not seen her since last evening, when she swept out of my room with her chin raised and her eyes too bright. She had said she wanted a walk. She had come back after midnig
Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty-Three
Lady Kay PovI have learned to count the cost of a sentence before I speak it.That night, in the Queen's gown room, I counted four things in the time it took to say "Mia." The risk to my niece. The risk to two girls hiding behind a wall. The risk to myself. And the price of the one small word I had not been able to swallow.I should not have said it. I said it anyway.Now I sat in my chamber with the door locked and the lamp turned low, and I looked at the ledger lying open on my desk. A pale rectangle marked the page where a ribbon had lain for twenty-one years. The cloth had worn a faint stain into the paper, the shape of something kept too close and too long.The ribbon was no longer in my possession. I had left it on the floor outside the panel on purpose. I did not let myself ask whether a woman who had spent two decades hiding things from everyone had done it out of cruelty, or kindness, or simply because she could no longer carry it alone.Mia. The registry had called her Kiek
Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty-Two
Cidarius povA soldier knows how a battle is lost before the first blow is struck. It is lost in the minutes when men stop looking at one another and start looking at the ground.I felt that silence settle over the court the moment I walked in.The great hall was packed to the pillars. Ministers stood in their ranks. Clerks sat with their quills raised. Guards lined the walls. At the head of the room King Alaric sat on the throne with his face the color of old candle wax, and at his right, in deep blue, with her hands folded in her lap, sat Queen Camille, as calm as a pond at noon.Brandon stood below the dais with his cane planted before him. He looked rested. That was the first insult."Minister Cidarius," the King said. His voice was thin. "You requested this assembly.""I did, Your Majesty.""Then speak."I spoke. I told the court about the letter under my door and the false wall in the eastern storehouse, the empty floor and the cart tracks in the mud. I told them about the crate
Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty-One
Blair PovNobody tells you that fear has a sound.It is not a scream or a pounding heart, as the stories say. It is the tiny, wet click of your own throat trying to swallow when there is nothing to swallow. I heard it clearly, there in the hollow behind the wall, with Anna's shoulder pressed against mine and the candle between us burning like an accusation.The door handle turned all the way.Anna's hand closed on my wrist. I felt her fingers go cold. With her other hand she pinched the wick, and the light died, and the darkness came down like a lid.Footsteps.They were light, unhurried, the steps of someone who had walked this room a thousand times and needed no lamp. The rustle of a gown against the cedar floor. The soft whisper of furs being brushed aside, one rail at a time.Please, I thought. Please, please, please.A thin line of light crept along the floor beneath the panel. A lantern, kept low. I could see the shadow of a pair of narrow shoes.They stopped.The silence stretc
Vengeance Wears A Crown Chapter Thirty
Anna PovThe closet beside the Queen's dressing chamber was exactly as small as I had feared.It held a narrow cot, a hook for my apron, and one candle stub in a clay dish. The ceiling pressed low enough that I could touch it by lifting my hand. The only door opened straight into Queen Camille's private rooms, and on the other side of that door she slept, a few steps from my pillow.I lay on my back with my eyes open and the key clenched in my fist.It belongs to your mother, Prince Pavan had said. I had not known what to answer. I had only looked at his face in the torchlight and thought, He found it behind the frame. He opened his dead mother's picture to give it to me. A man does not do that for a servant he doesn't trust. I still didn't understand why he had done it for me.The palace bells rang the third hour past midnight.I sat up. Slowly, I pulled my shoes on, one after the other. I tied the laces by feel. My hands were steady. Fear had burned itself down to something cold and
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