He doesn’t—can’t—meet her gaze. “Let me go, Rose,” he whispers.
Kairyn follows the troops at the back. I grab his arm as he passes. “Remember,” I growl, “Ezryn showed you mercy once.”
“I am all too familiar with Ezryn’s mercy,” Kairyn says. “I’ve had to live with it.”
The guards, the Prince of Spring, and the High Prince turned creedbreaker march from the grove, and I am left among the wreckage.
84
Rosalina
“Hello! Are you listening to me? There’s something wrong with the flowers!” I bang louder on my chamber doors in Keep Hammergarden. “Hello! I need to speak to High Prince Ezryn, or even Kairyn! Just for a moment.”
I growl, white flames licking up my palms. I’ll burn this place down if it comes to it.
The door creaks open, and I immediately stagger back as Marigold trots in, rolling a trolley of coffee and cookies. She casts a withering glare at the row of guards outside my room. Eldy and Astrid toddle in behind her, then close the door.
“If I’m a prisoner, Kairyn should show the courtesy of putting me behind bars.” I scowl at the closed door before slumping into a plush white chair beside the window. Outside, the late afternoon sun glows a soft pink, and cherry blossoms and petals float in the breeze. It’s too peaceful, too pretty and bright.
Moments like this would make a lot more sense when surrounded by a storm.
“I usually say there’s nothing a hot cup of tea can’t fix. But I … Well—” The delicate cup shakes in Marigold’s fingers, sloshing liquid on to the floor.
“Here, let me,” Eldy says, taking the cup and placing it on the table beside me.
He’s a human again. After he warned Ezryn of my drowning, he said he’d landed and focused on returning to his prior form. The spell had ended, and he’d shifted back into a fae. Apparently, it was quite the start to some of the Spring staff, seeing their naked majordomo running through the halls.
After that, he’d arranged a party to rescue Astrid and Marigold from the top of the mountain. They were already heading back down, cured of their hypnosis thanks to the water I’d doused them in. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured, my own wounds healed when my mate bond awoke.
Whatever had happened to us was eerily similar to the condition that had afflicted Ezryn and me after the jubilee. That incident had been caused by the purple flowers, but there hadn’t been any of those in my room. Though there was a vase of red flowers, brought fresh to my room by Wrenley. Kairyn had instructed her to do so.Does he know? He can’t. He wouldn’t?
My mind spins with thoughts. There are red flowers all over the city and in the throne room. The townsfolk talked of a sickness going around.Could it all be connected?
Even if I’m on to something, not a single person is listening to me. I made sure my room was clear of flowers. The red ones were already gone, replaced with daisies, which I promptly threw out the window.
Above all else, I have to make sure Ezryn is all right.
My mate.
A new mate, the flowers, the power of change.Everything has happened so fast, and I don’t know how to process it.
“It’ll be all right, Rosalina,” Astrid says, sitting on the edge of the chair and wrapping her arms around me. “We’ll get through this.”
“Astrid is right,” Marigold says. “We have faith that Kairyn will provide a fair trial for Ezryn, considering the situation and…” Her lip quivers and Eldy wraps a comforting arm around her.
Something blooms bright in my chest and loud arguing sounds from outside my chamber. The door whips open, and I hear Kel’s voice growling low and dangerous, “Get your hands off me,” before storming inside. Farron clambers after him, a bundle of books and scrolls in his hands.
I leap up, and Kel gathers me in his arms. “Rose, I’ve negotiated with Kairyn for free run of the keep. They never should have locked you up.”
“Indeed,” Farron says, golden glasses low on his nose. “The law is very particular. The person who saw the face is not held responsible at all. The blame falls solely on the royal.”
“What are all those books, Farron?” I ask, peeking out from Kel’s strong arms.
“Laws and writing on the Spring Realm creed. I was looking for a loophole, something to help Ez, but from what I’ve read so far, this rule is ironclad. Day’s carrying up a few more texts from the archives, but I don’t think there’s anything I can find that can help him.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you did.” Marigold steps forward, shaking her head. “The creed is bred into that’s boy’s bones. He will follow it as he knows it.”
Farron throws the books and scrolls down with a long sigh. “Right as usual, Marigold.”
