Furyborn (Empirium 1)

“There you are,” she said, smiling. “For two days you’ve been fading in and out. We’ve only managed to feed you bites, sips of water.” Ludivine’s pale brow furrowed. She gathered Rielle’s hands in her own. “You terrified me, darling.”

“Tell me what happened,” Rielle said, trying to sit up.

Ludivine hesitated. “You should rest.”

But then Rielle remembered how Maliya had collapsed and felt suddenly, violently sick. Ludivine held back the unruly dark mass of her hair and rubbed between her shoulders as she emptied her stomach onto the floor.

One of Ludivine’s maids scurried over to clean the mess, then glanced fearfully up at Rielle. The maid finished cleaning and fled to the sitting room with as much haste as decorum allowed.

Rielle watched her leave. Once she and Ludivine were once again alone, Rielle said, “Tell me.”

“The assassins are dead,” Ludivine said softly. “Fifteen of the racers are dead. We are…uncertain how each of them died, but we are blaming their deaths on the assassins and the circumstances of the race itself.”

Rielle couldn’t meet Ludivine’s eyes. She could hardly stand feeling the reality of her own body’s existence. Fifteen racers dead. Fifteen.

Her blood hummed with the memory of it—the crashing boulders and flaming earth, the fallen racers and their horses’ screams.

She clenched her fists, shut her eyes, counted her breaths. “Lu, I’m sorry.”

“Everyone else is safe,” Ludivine continued. “Tal and his acolytes managed to control the fire before it could spread to the race boxes and the farmlands.”

The fire. Her fire.

Rielle couldn’t even remember how it had started. The entire affair, since seeing the assassins surround Audric, was nothing but a fog of confusion.

Shame gripped her like a hot fist. “I see. I shall have to thank them personally.”

“At the very least,” Ludivine said, but her voice was gentle. “Your horse…”

Rielle made a small, choked sound. She could still feel the poor animal’s flesh blistering at her touch. The assassins had deserved their deaths, but not Maliya, and not the fifteen racers.

She closed her eyes. “Odo will be furious.”

“He is simply glad you’re alive.”

“And Audric?”

Ludivine laid her hand over Rielle’s. “Audric is fine.”

“He’s not hurt?”

“Truly, Rielle. He’s perfectly fine. I should send for him soon. He’s been rather impatient to speak with you.”

Rielle heard the prim note in her friend’s voice. Sometimes she could have sworn Ludivine knew every in and out of her true feelings. “Not yet.” If I see him, I will say something unforgivable. I will say too much. “There’s a lot to explain, and I—”

“Yes, indeed there is. I didn’t know you were an earthshaker, Rielle. And a firebrand as well?”

Rielle stiffened at the deceptive sweetness in Ludivine’s voice. It was a tone rarely used on her. “I am neither of those things.”

“You’re certainly something. The capital is in an uproar. Bodies, we can explain away. But altered mountainsides, scorched and shattered earth? Many people have questions.”

“And the king wants answers.”

“Yes.”

“Well, he will have to torture them out of me.”

“That isn’t funny.”

“I’m not—”

“Stop lying to me.” Ludivine rose to pace across the room. When she turned back, her face was flushed, her eyes bright. “How could you have kept this from me? We trust each other. I would never have let anything happen to you.”

“It was not your truth to know,” Rielle said tightly.

“And what truth is that? What happened out there? What are you?”

That was a blow. Rielle’s voice unraveled. “I wish I knew.”

“The prophecy says…” Ludivine paused, gathering herself. “‘They will carry the power of the Seven.’ The two Queens are foretold to be able to control all the elements, not just one.”

Rielle let out a harsh, tired laugh. “Are you really explaining the prophecy to me?”

“People will think you are one of them.”

“I’m well aware of that, Lu.”

“Rumors are already circulating. The city—”

“Is terrified?” Rielle rubbed shaky hands across her face. “They’re not alone.”

“I thought we had no secrets between us.”

“I can make it go away. I just…need more time.”

“Make it go away? What, as though this power you have is a bad mood? Those are your father’s words.”

Rielle closed her eyes. “Father. God help me.”

“He is with the king now.”

Rielle quailed at that, but she forced up her chin. “I won’t let them kill me.”

Ludivine’s expression softened. “Rielle…”

“They can try, and I’m sure they will. But I won’t let them.” She stood, her head throbbing.

Ludivine gently caught Rielle’s wrist, then cradled Rielle’s face in her hands. Rielle let her eyes fall closed. Ludivine’s scent—lavender oil and clean skin—enveloped her in memory: Morning walks in the gardens, their arms linked. Childhood nights curled up between Ludivine and Audric by the wide hearth in his rooms.

“I won’t let them hurt you either,” Ludivine repeated, her voice firm and clear. “Never. Do you hear me?”

Rielle tried for lightness. “Oh, and what will you do? Sweet Lady Ludivine would not hurt even a fly, I’ve been told.”

Ludivine smiled. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rielle stopped her. The moment of calm had brought forth a memory.

“Someone spoke to me,” she said abruptly.

Ludivine frowned, blinking. “What?”

“Before. I saw the fire, and I couldn’t stand up. Audric caught me, and…then I heard someone speak to me.”

“You mean, Audric spoke to you?”

“No. Someone else. It was…” Rielle paused, trying to recall the exact feeling, and her skin thrilled as though someone had drawn a feather across her belly. “It came from inside me.” o;There you are,” she said, smiling. “For two days you’ve been fading in and out. We’ve only managed to feed you bites, sips of water.” Ludivine’s pale brow furrowed. She gathered Rielle’s hands in her own. “You terrified me, darling.”

“Tell me what happened,” Rielle said, trying to sit up.

Ludivine hesitated. “You should rest.”

But then Rielle remembered how Maliya had collapsed and felt suddenly, violently sick. Ludivine held back the unruly dark mass of her hair and rubbed between her shoulders as she emptied her stomach onto the floor.

One of Ludivine’s maids scurried over to clean the mess, then glanced fearfully up at Rielle. The maid finished cleaning and fled to the sitting room with as much haste as decorum allowed.

Rielle watched her leave. Once she and Ludivine were once again alone, Rielle said, “Tell me.”

“The assassins are dead,” Ludivine said softly. “Fifteen of the racers are dead. We are…uncertain how each of them died, but we are blaming their deaths on the assassins and the circumstances of the race itself.”

Rielle couldn’t meet Ludivine’s eyes. She could hardly stand feeling the reality of her own body’s existence. Fifteen racers dead. Fifteen.

Her blood hummed with the memory of it—the crashing boulders and flaming earth, the fallen racers and their horses’ screams.

She clenched her fists, shut her eyes, counted her breaths. “Lu, I’m sorry.”

“Everyone else is safe,” Ludivine continued. “Tal and his acolytes managed to control the fire before it could spread to the race boxes and the farmlands.”

The fire. Her fire.

Rielle couldn’t even remember how it had started. The entire affair, since seeing the assassins surround Audric, was nothing but a fog of confusion.

Shame gripped her like a hot fist. “I see. I shall have to thank them personally.”

“At the very least,” Ludivine said, but her voice was gentle. “Your horse…”

Rielle made a small, choked sound. She could still feel the poor animal’s flesh blistering at her touch. The assassins had deserved their deaths, but not Maliya, and not the fifteen racers.

She closed her eyes. “Odo will be furious.”

“He is simply glad you’re alive.”

“And Audric?”

Ludivine laid her hand over Rielle’s. “Audric is fine.”

“He’s not hurt?”

“Truly, Rielle. He’s perfectly fine. I should send for him soon. He’s been rather impatient to speak with you.”

Rielle heard the prim note in her friend’s voice. Sometimes she could have sworn Ludivine knew every in and out of her true feelings. “Not yet.” If I see him, I will say something unforgivable. I will say too much. “There’s a lot to explain, and I—”

“Yes, indeed there is. I didn’t know you were an earthshaker, Rielle. And a firebrand as well?”

Rielle stiffened at the deceptive sweetness in Ludivine’s voice. It was a tone rarely used on her. “I am neither of those things.”

“You’re certainly something. The capital is in an uproar. Bodies, we can explain away. But altered mountainsides, scorched and shattered earth? Many people have questions.”

“And the king wants answers.”

“Yes.”

“Well, he will have to torture them out of me.”

“That isn’t funny.”

“I’m not—”

“Stop lying to me.” Ludivine rose to pace across the room. When she turned back, her face was flushed, her eyes bright. “How could you have kept this from me? We trust each other. I would never have let anything happen to you.”

“It was not your truth to know,” Rielle said tightly.

“And what truth is that? What happened out there? What are you?”

That was a blow. Rielle’s voice unraveled. “I wish I knew.”

“The prophecy says…” Ludivine paused, gathering herself. “‘They will carry the power of the Seven.’ The two Queens are foretold to be able to control all the elements, not just one.”

Rielle let out a harsh, tired laugh. “Are you really explaining the prophecy to me?”

“People will think you are one of them.”

“I’m well aware of that, Lu.”

“Rumors are already circulating. The city—”

“Is terrified?” Rielle rubbed shaky hands across her face. “They’re not alone.”

“I thought we had no secrets between us.”

“I can make it go away. I just…need more time.”

“Make it go away? What, as though this power you have is a bad mood? Those are your father’s words.”

Rielle closed her eyes. “Father. God help me.”

“He is with the king now.”

Rielle quailed at that, but she forced up her chin. “I won’t let them kill me.”

Ludivine’s expression softened. “Rielle…”

“They can try, and I’m sure they will. But I won’t let them.” She stood, her head throbbing.

Ludivine gently caught Rielle’s wrist, then cradled Rielle’s face in her hands. Rielle let her eyes fall closed. Ludivine’s scent—lavender oil and clean skin—enveloped her in memory: Morning walks in the gardens, their arms linked. Childhood nights curled up between Ludivine and Audric by the wide hearth in his rooms.

“I won’t let them hurt you either,” Ludivine repeated, her voice firm and clear. “Never. Do you hear me?”

Rielle tried for lightness. “Oh, and what will you do? Sweet Lady Ludivine would not hurt even a fly, I’ve been told.”

Ludivine smiled. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rielle stopped her. The moment of calm had brought forth a memory.

“Someone spoke to me,” she said abruptly.

Ludivine frowned, blinking. “What?”

“Before. I saw the fire, and I couldn’t stand up. Audric caught me, and…then I heard someone speak to me.”

“You mean, Audric spoke to you?”

“No. Someone else. It was…” Rielle paused, trying to recall the exact feeling, and her skin thrilled as though someone had drawn a feather across her belly. “It came from inside me.”