“Whatever happens, remember that Auranos has been a powerful place of beauty and prosperity for a thousand years. It will continue to be so. No matter what happens.”
“What will happen?” she asked quietly.
His expression remained tense. “When this is all over, things are going to change. I see now that I’ve been blind to troubles just outside my own kingdom’s borders. If I’d paid more attention, this never would have happened. I won’t repeat my past mistakes. Auranos will continue to be a strong and dominant force, but we will be kinder and more benevolent to our neighbors going forward.”
His words didn’t do much to assure her that all would be well. “Will the fighting start soon?”
He squeezed her hands.
“It’s already begun.”
While he waited for the order to attack, Jonas stood shoulder to shoulder with the men who were about to become his battle brothers, Limerian and Paelsian alike. The sun beat down upon them. Sweat poured over his forehead and into his eyes, making them sting.
He’d believed the Auranian king would surrender without a fight. As he’d waited out the three long days that stretched between their arrival and this moment, as the rations quickly ran out for all but the most privileged, forcing them to individually pillage the forest for food, as the sun burned down upon them with little shelter for the common soldier apart from the thick line of forest two miles from the palace walls, he’d believed this would end without bloodshed. That King Corvin would be swayed by the legion of Limerian and Paelsian soldiers waiting for their call to battle.
o;This isn’t your castle. Despite the king’s affection for you and your sister, you’re really nothing more than glorified servants.” Aron took another gulp from his flask.
Nic gave him a withering glare. “ Are you too drunk to even take a simple joke, you worthless bastard?”
Aron tucked his flask into his pocket and grabbed Nic by the front of his shirt. “Don’t mess with me.”
“Oh, I’ll mess with you if I want to.”
“When did you grow a pair? Did running off with my future bride give you some courage?”
“Your future bride hates you.” Nic shoved the other boy back. “And by the way, your breath stinks like a horse’s ass.”
Aron’s face reddened with anger.
“Enough,” Cleo snapped, turning on her heel. She needed to see her father. Having Aron here was unacceptable, but if it was a sign that negotiations were going poorly, then she needed to know the truth. She left the others and went straight to her father’s meeting hall. Inside, there were many men milling about and arguing loudly with each other. She finally found her father in the very middle of the chaos.
He glanced at her wearily as she approached. “Cleo, you shouldn’t be in here.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
She bristled. “I think if there’s about to be an all-out attack on my home, then I need to concern myself. How can I help?”
The man standing next to her father snorted. “Sure you can help. Can you handle a sword, princess?”
She straightened her posture and gave him a sharp look. “If I have to.”
“They’re very heavy.” The man rolled his eyes. “You should have had sons, Corvin. They would be more use to us right now than daughters.”
“Hold your tongue,” the king growled. “My daughters are more important to me than anything else in this kingdom.”
“Then you should have sent them away before this escalated. Somewhere safe.”
“The castle isn’t safe?” Cleo asked with growing alarm.
“Cleo, go now,” the king said. “Go to your classes. Don’t worry about any of this. It’s too overwhelming for you.”
She looked at him steadily. “I’m not a child, Father.”
The unpleasant man laughed at that. “How old are you? Sixteen? Do as your father suggests and go learn to paint. Or embroider. Or whatever it is that little girls do. Let us men deal with nasty things like this.”
Cleo couldn’t believe how this man dared to speak to her.