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Chapter 111: Alejandro’s storm II

Alejandro's POVBeatriz slammed the door behind me, and two servants dropped the bar, and the sound of the wood hitting the iron brackets was the loudest thing I had heard all night.The sound told the whole hall that the king was inside, and the whole hall turned to look at me.I looked across the great hall, and it was not the room it had been an hour ago.Tables had been overturned and shoved against the walls, and cloaks and blankets were scattered across the floor in long grey trails.Children were huddled against the far wall with two elderly nobles, and the wounded lay on pallets with servants kneeling over them, and the air was thick with smoke, and with sweat, and with the sharp copper smell of blood."Where is Serena?" I asked Beatriz, and I did not look away from the alcove."She went into the alcove with the knife," Beatriz answered, and her voice was tight and low. "I do not know where she is now. There are rebels coming through the passages behind the tapestry in the bac

Chapter 112: The wound

Alejandro's POVBlood was not new to me, but fear was, and I did not recognize it in myself until I heard my own name in Serena's mouth.The name came from the far end of the hall, and it was the first thing all night that made my chest move faster than the fight did.I was on one knee in the alcove doorway.The silver in my side was working, cold and slow, spreading through my ribs and down into my hip like water finding a crack in a wall.My sword was in my left hand, and my right arm hung useless at my side, and I did not try to lift it.I knew what the trying would cost, so I saved the cost for something that mattered.The rebel stood over me with the blade raised for a second strike.He was breathing hard through his nose, and his eyes were on my throat, and he had already decided where the next strike would go."It is silver," I told him, and my voice came out flatter than I meant it to. "You know what it does.""It does not matter what I know, my king," the rebel replied, and h

Chapter 113: The Alcove

Serena's POVThe nobles had hidden themselves behind the far wall of the hall the way I used to hide behind the door of my father's study, and Beatriz was already standing in front of them when I got there.She had put herself between them and the room without being asked.Diego crossed to us before he left.He stopped a step back from Alejandro and spoke without ceremony, and his voice was flat and tired."I am taking the captain to the dungeons, my king," Capitán Diego reported.Alejandro gave him a single nod, and Diego looked at me for one beat, and then he turned and went.He did not look back at the man his guards were dragging behind him.Two royal guards dragged the hooded captain past us.The captain's head was down, and his chains rattled against the stone, and he did not look at me, and he did not look at Alejandro.His boots dragged, and one of them came off, and nobody stopped to pick it up.The healer arrived a moment later.She was an older woman with grey hair and stea

Chapter 114: The moving plan

Serena's POVThe passages had been sealed from the inside, but I had not sealed them from the outside, and that was the whole plan.The rebels had made a hole in our wall, and I was going to walk through it.I crossed the hall back to Alejandro.The healer was still working on the silver wound with hot water and linen, and her hands moved without hurry, and she did not look up as I knelt beside him.Diego was standing three steps away with his back to the wall and his sword still in his hand.He had come back from the prisoner handoff a few minutes earlier, and he had said nothing about it, and he had taken his place at the king's side without being asked.He was watching the doors. He had been watching the doors since he came back, and he did not move now.Alejandro's face was grey, and his jaw was set, and his hand was clenched against his thigh hard enough that the knuckles had gone white.The cloth under the healer's hands had gone dark with blood, and the wound at his side had sw

Chapter 115: The flanking

Serena's POV The passage opened into the service corridor behind the library.I led the group down it, step by step, and the torch threw long shadows against the stone that moved when we moved and stopped when we stopped. The stone smelled of soot and old water, and the air was colder here than in the hall, and my breath fogged in front of my face.We heard the fight at the north gate before we saw it.There were men shouting, metal on metal, and the bell was still ringing. The sound pressed at us from both ends of the corridor and did not tell us which end was closer, and I made the group pause at every junction so I could listen.I stopped at the last junction and looked down the corridor.In front of me, the rear of the rebel line. Fourteen men with their backs to us, shoulder to shoulder, pushing forward.In front of the rebel line, the north gate guards, still holding. Their line was shorter than the rebel line, and their shields were notched, and one of them was kneeling, and t

Chapter 116: The flanking manouver

Serena's POV The runner and I saw each other through the narrow opening at the same moment, and neither of us had anywhere to go but toward the other. The passage was barely wide enough for one man, and neither of us could step around the other. There was no room to swing and no room to run, and whatever happened between us was going to happen at the length of an arm. He was young. Younger than me. Thin across the shoulders, with the kind of face that had not finished growing into itself yet, and there was blood on his jaw that was not his own. He had a short blade in his right hand, and he held it low, the way a man holds a blade when he has used it before but not for very long. The torchlight from the corridor behind me threw my shadow down the passage toward him. His shadow stood still on the wall behind him. The air in the passage was

Chapter 117: The fall of the Rebels

Serena's POV The two royal guards were still there with the nobles, and the thin man with the white beard was standing over a dead rebel with his sword in both hands and his chest heaving. "Report," I ordered, and I stopped beside him with my knife still out. "The first wave is finished, my lady," the thin man answered, and he did not look up from the body. "Fourteen rebels dead in the corridor. Two of ours wounded. The gate guards are holding." "Any movement beyond the junction?" I asked. "Not yet," the thin man replied. "They will regroup," I told him, and I looked down the corridor. "They always regroup. Count the timing. Four breaths on, six breaths off. Do not break the line." "How do you know the timing, my lady?" the thin man asked. "Because I have been counting since the first wave,"

Chapter 118: The tide turns

Serena's POV I heard Diego's voice before I saw him, and I had never been so glad to hear anyone shout in my life. The scream was still echoing in the corridor when the noble came running back from the great hall. He was out of breath, and there was blood on his hands that was not his own, and he nearly went down on the stone before he caught himself on the wall. "What happened?" I asked, and I did not leave the junction. "A servant, my lady," the noble gasped, and he pressed a hand to his chest to steady himself. "The scream was a servant. She saw the runner come through the doors." "And the runner?" I asked. "Dead," the noble answered. "Doña Beatriz killed him. She put a kitchen knife into his throat before he took three steps into the alcove." I closed my eyes for one breath. I opened them again.&nbs

Chapter 119: The aftermath of killing 1

Serena's POV The sword was still in my hand, and I did not remember picking it up. I remembered Beatriz's kitchen knife. I remembered the weight of it in my palm and the worn leather hilt and the cold of the blade when I first took it from her hands in the alcove. I did not remember the sword. It was longer than the knife, and heavier, and there was blood on the hilt that had dried into the leather wrap and gone dark. I was standing in the north gate corridor, and the rebel wave was broken. Three rebels knelt against the wall with their hands on their heads. The corridor was full of the wounded and the dead and the courtyard survivors moving between them. Diego crossed to me. His cheek was still bleeding, and he did not wipe it away. "Go back to the great hall," Capitán Diego ordered, and his voice was flat and

Chapter 120: The aftermath of killing 2

Serena's POV I shook my head. Then I looked at my hands in his hands. My hands were covered in blood, and his hands were too, and there was no way to tell whose was whose. "I keep thinking about his face," I told him. "I keep thinking about how young he was. And then I think about the one in the alcove, and I cannot remember his face at all, and that frightens me more than the first one." "You are still here," Alejandro said again, and his voice was quiet. "Say it back to me." "I am still here," I told him, and I did not believe it. "The rebel in the alcove," I said. "I went into his throat. I felt it go in. I do not know if he had a family." "He was going to kill Beatriz," Alejandro told me. I nodded. "I know." "You saved Mateo's mother," Alejandro said, still trying to comfort me.&

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