We wait in silence around the coffins. There are no words at an elven funeral because nothing can be said to lessen the loss we feel and no words can be enough to express the value of the life that has been lost. Instead we wait for the sun to rise.
My ladies surround me. I decided to wear my armor in honor of the promise I made to Mai—to fight for myself. As the sun appears over the horizon, shedding soft light across the clearing, the coffin bearers lower the caskets into the ground and each elf approaches to pay homage to the ones we’ve lost. The Elven Command goes first, filing between the coffins one by one. I’m close enough to study them as they pass, but trying to see beneath the façade they paste over themselves is almost impossible. Only Teilo Splendor is visibly upset, his shoulders sunken lower than usual, his cloak dragging on the ground.
Elwyn Elder pauses long enough to glare back at me, cloaked in his pride. Always too proud. Pedr Bounty casts an imposing figure beside him, shoulders squared. Gideon Glory and Osian Valor are completely unreadable, blank, although when I look up again I find Gideon’s stare on me too.
For a moment, it feels like he reached out and touched me, like a stroke inside my mind. I jolt, not certain what I just felt. Mind-reading is outlawed. He wouldn’t try, would he? I’m not about to take any chances. I harness the Storm’s power, using the wind to cool my body and blow out the crawling feeling inside my mind. The breeze ruffles his robes and he scowls before moving on.
I’m entitled to go next, but I’d sent a message to Mai and Darian’s families yesterday that I wanted them to proceed before me. Elise told me that her mother had broken down and cried when she heard. I never understood why Princesses were so harshly separated from their families, never allowed to see them. But I was beginning to realize that it was to keep us isolated and without allies. As Mai told me, it was to make sure I never became too powerful.
Now, her family and Darian’s lay their wreaths and ribbons quietly, heads bowed, tears flowing freely as they say their final goodbyes. I follow them, placing one hand on each coffin, close enough to touch at the same time. I close my eyes, remembering only good things—the flowers Mai cultivated for me, the love between her and her husband, and the way she’d encouraged me to believe in myself.
I leave the clearing with my ladies silently following behind me. Along the way, I pull my gloves back on, protecting myself, and Reisha hands me my weapons belts. I have to pause to be able secure them around my thigh and when I resume walking I discover that I’m not alone.
Baelen walks silently beside me, not speaking. Once again, my ladies allow him to form part of my protective circle. We stay that way for a long time as we follow the path through the forest and along the river. Eventually, my brother and Jasper join us, walking in silence behind my circle.
The city is quiet. Nobody will work today. All activities will be kept to a minimum out of respect for Mai. Despite everything that Baelen and I will face after this, it feels right to walk with him as the sun lifts into the sky. I lift my eyes with it, imagining the Phoenix sailing across the sun’s face, reminding me that our sun was once the glowing Elven Queen.
When we reach the city gates and Baelen breaks off to head back to the military compound, I don’t think. On instinct, I reach for his hand and catch his fingers in mine.
My breath hitches as I realize what I’ve done, surprise at my own actions shooting through me.
He freezes, missing a stunned beat, until he sees that I’m wearing gloves. Even then, he doesn’t relax. I can’t feel anything through the thick leather, only the shape of his palm dwarfing mine, my fingers wrapped around his for a brief moment before I allow his hand to slip away, afraid now of what I’ve done.
His hand flexes, fingers curling around mine, and for a moment I think he’s not going to let me go after all, but the haunted look in his eyes… shreds my heart into tiny pieces…
“Forgive me,” I whisper, chomping my lower lip and stepping away, urging my ladies as quickly as possible through the gates, needing to put distance between myself and Baelen Rath.
He steps clear, allowing us to pass, his powerful silhouette stark against the sunlight, his cloak billowing as the breeze picks up. Macsen and Jasper join him, three mighty warriors watching me retreat.
* * *
The Elven Commandfinally calls for us the following morning. There are no chairs and partitions in the War Room this time, no game of wit waiting to trick me. Only the five Commanders waiting in a neat line in front of the War Table. And Baelen. He stands alone on the far side of the room, without his advisor this time.
Elwyn Elder steps forward first. Teilo remains at the far right, while the other three occupy the middle. Gideon Glory doesn’t take his eyes off me, his stare burning into me with the same intensity as the day before. But this time, I’m cloaked in Storm. He might try, but he can’t touch me or my mind.
Elwyn says, “We’ve called you both here this morning because we have two problems we need to address.”
He produces a scroll, his palm obscuring the House emblem marking the side of it, and pulls out the parchment inside of it. “We’ve received these documents evidencing the last will and testament of Baelen of the House of Rath, duly signed and witnessed.”
My gaze shoots to Baelen. His last will and testament? But… no…
Elwyn clears his throat, a pointed gesture of disapproval, but Baelen doesn’t react—not even to my anxious stare.What are you doing, Bae?
The merest hint of challenge enters Baelen’s posture as he returns the Elven Commander’s critical stares without budging. Given that Elwyn said we were here to discuss problems, I’m guessing the Command doesn’t like what Baelen’s done. I already know I don’t.
“As the last of his line, Commander Rath has the right to decide the fate of Rath land. According to these documents…” Elwyn’s fist grips the paper so hard it crushes beneath his fingers. “If Commander Rath is incapacitated, the House of Mercy will become guardian of all Rath land and possessions. They will not only be responsible for its upkeep but entitled to all its profits.”
Well, no wonder the Command is angry. They would have expected the substantial profits from Rath land to be divided equally between the Major Houses. In fact, judging from Baelen’s stony glare, I’m guessing they demanded it from him.Was that what he’d come to tell me the other day?
Elwyn continues, “However, it is the ownership of the land that concerns us the most. We understand that, in the case of Commander Rath’s death, ownership of Rath land and all Rath possessions will pass to… Marbella Mercy.”
I didn’t hear that right. I can’t have. I blurt before I think, “But elves from my House can’t own land.”
“Actually, you can.” Teilo Splendor edges forward, earning a frown from Elwyn for interrupting. “According to law, because you are a Princess, you are entitled to hold property regardless of the House you came from.”
This is news to me. News the other males clearly never wanted me to know. Mai had warned me that I wasn’t being told everything. For the first time, a glimmer of a smile touches Baelen’s lips, but it’s a sad smile. His gaze slips to mine and then slides away again.
Does he really believe he’ll die in this battle? That I could ever hurt him? The fact that he’s written his will fills me with fear. I swallow a gasp as I remember that he gave me his mother’s dress. And I suddenly wonder: what if it wasn’t a gift? What if it was his way of saying goodbye?
