The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,15

patience at an end. I turned and curtseyed to her again before she snapped. "What are these?"

White sheets were fisted in her hand, piled high on the floor.

I opened my mouth to give her the simplest answer and then shut again. Saying 'sheets' would only earn me ire.

"I did not make use of my Chosen last night," I said.

Grandmother glared at me, and I wondered if it might've been better to play stupid instead. "I know you did not make use of them, girl, because the sheets are practically untouched, although they smell of—of horse."

I almost wanted to smile. That would be Owen, who seemed unrefined but sweet and patient. Horses would like that, and I had been grateful for it the night before too.

"Oh, Bryony, you took Chosen?" my mother asked, her voice high and bright at my back.

"Oh she named them, but she did not take them," Grandmother answered for me. "I should have known when you refused to even sample. You exhibited a complete lack of interest, but I'd assumed we'd given you enough time—"

"I don't have the Hunger," I blurted out.

Mother gasped, and I heard her rustling softly on the chaise. Grandmother only gave me a look of triumph, and I bit down around the question in my mouth.

But you knew that didn't you?

"Oh, Bryony," my mother sighed, and I was surprised to find her hand on my shoulder. I saw my mother rarely as it was, and I saw her moving of her own accord even less. She reached for my cheek next and turned me to face her, blue eyes sorrowful and studying. "What do you mean, darling?"

I had cried in front of the men last night, but I refused to do so in front of my grandmother. She was too sharp, and I knew she'd turn my tears into knives to use against me. Instead, I bound the exhaustion and turmoil tight in my chest and met my mother's stare.

"I do possess lust, but it—it isn't the same. I can't feel desire for a stranger."

My mother frowned, puzzled, and glanced to my grandmother and then back to me. "And…women?"

"No, not to my knowledge. Men are attractive—"

"Of course they are," mother said, brightening.

"But admiration does not come with craving," I said. "I have tried."

"The sheets say otherwise," Grandmother bit out, and I flinched, but our queen only rolled her eyes. "It will have to be Camellia, Peony. I've been telling you this from the start."

"Oh, give it a little time," Mother said.

"Time? You heard the girl, she has no Hunger! Are you asking me to condemn Kimmery on behalf of this…this mutation in the queen's line?"

I gasped, the word striking me in the heart. A mutation. A confirmation of my worst feelings for myself. I spun to my grandmother and opened my mouth to spew back at her—everything I'd learned from the men the night before, the taxation and the labor and the cruelty of our kingdom upon its own people. But these were things I wasn't even sure of yet.

My mother's hand squeezed my shoulder, and the words died in my throat.

"Bryony's Hunger may grow," my mother said, and the sweetness of her voice had hardened to a queen's command. "Camellia is full of appetite, but she does not have Bryony's love of our people. Bryony will be given time. None of the queen's line ever keeps all of their first Chosen. Perhaps she simply needs to rearrange their numbers."

Thao and Wendell immediately came to mind, sparking a whole new idea in my thoughts, my indecision washing away under a plan. "There are a few I like," I said quickly, turning to my mother's warm smile to avoid the chill on the other end of the room. "And I…I was thinking that it might be nice to get to know them better away from the…busyness in the capital."

"Away? Away where?" Grandmother squawked.

"Oh, how lovely! Like a common little honeymoon," my mother cooed.

"We could go north," I said. I would find the truth and the answers for myself.

5

Bryony

I hadn't forgotten about the men I'd left in my bedroom, but I wasn't expecting them to still be there when I returned.

"Oh." I paused in the doorway and looked over the small collection of them.

Aric's shadow was hovering on the balcony, although he'd left his heavy dark coat behind on my chaise. Cosmo was there too, lounging on the floor in the sun like a cat, with my writing desk on his lap and what looked