Crown of One Hundred Kings (Nine Kingdoms Trilogy #1) - Rachel Higginson Page 0,113
of all people should know this. Let the guards do their job and protect you.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
I sounded docile and obedient, but in fact, I would not trust my safety with guards, even Elysian ones, ever again. Not after Crenshaw. Not after his body had yet to be found.
Tyrn didn’t believe me the day it happened, and he was no closer to believing me now. He explained Crenshaw’s absence as regrettable, but not threatening. Tyrn believed, or claimed to believe, that Crenshaw couldn’t stand the idea of transferring his loyalty to a different ruler of the realm and so he’d defected.
I could agree that Crenshaw hated the idea of me being queen. But it wasn’t defection. It had been an attempted assassination. Not that I could convince my uncle to care about such trivial matters as my life.
Meanwhile, my uncle and I had formed a sort of unspoken truce. Since the verdict, he’d tolerated my existence and stopped threatening to throw me in the dungeons. But I was not fooled. He would not give me the Crown of Nine willingly. And until it was securely on my head, I would never trust him again.
I had moved to my old room, which was both sweet and difficult. It was nearly the same as when I’d left it. My bed still bore the same rose silk bedding. My toys had been locked up in a wardrobe, but the furniture was the same. The drapes were the same.
I’d ordered new bedding and furniture coverings, but I’d left my toys where they were. One day I wanted to be strong enough to go through them. But I hoped to not have to go through them alone.
“Have you had any word on Katrinka?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Tyrn sighed. “But I’m sure Maksim has only just arrived home. He’ll send word on your sister when he finds time.”
Over the last three weeks I’d learned that Brahm had smuggled Katrinka to Barstus the same day my family had been murdered, as soon as the royal guard had found her. He’d claimed it was for her protection, that if the assassins had known she lived they would have come back for her.
My uncle had kept her there, out of his way and out of the kingdom she belonged to. King Maksim and Queen Oleska had been raising her in secret ever since and to my knowledge had no plans of ever revealing her identity or existence to the realm. There was more that they weren’t telling me, more to Katrinka’s exile and cover-up. But I would wait until Katrinka arrived before I condemned anyone.
No one other than Tyrn and the royal family in Barstus had known she was alive until Conandra. Well, and Brahm Havish, who was now sitting in a prison cell after his appearance and testimony at the trial.
I had not been allowed to see him since they locked him away. Not for lack of trying.
Tyrn claimed to have kept Katrinka a secret for the same reason I stayed in hiding— to protect her. I couldn’t believe him. Not after everything. But, again, I would wait to decide more when she arrived.
As for my sister, I could hardly believe that I would get to see her again. It was all I could think about these days and the excitement buzzed through me relentlessly.
I would often close my eyes and imagine what she looked like, of how she’d grown, of the woman she’d become. My uncle had promised to send for her. And I had decided that if he did not keep his promise, I would go after her myself.
Although the wait was killing me.
I had written a letter telling her how urgently I wished to be with her again. But I’d asked that she only come if she wanted to. I knew how jarring it was to realize the sister you had thought dead was alive.
“If you have no word of Katrinka, then why have you summoned me, Uncle?” I asked when I could stand being ignored no longer.
He sighed impatiently again but lifted his gaze to focus on me. “I wanted to inform you that Ravanna Presydia will be residing with us as my guest. She has graciously agreed to take you on as a student and teach you the proper ways to be a queen.”
Unease tickled the back of my neck. “But I thought you were going to do that?” I didn’t trust my uncle, but I trusted Ravanna even less.