Crown of One Hundred Kings (Nine Kingdoms Trilogy #1) - Rachel Higginson Page 0,72
rumored that she eats supper almost as often as her husband.”
My sarcasm didn’t dampen his good mood. “And I bet,” he went on. “That it will be a good supper as well. Baked puddings. And meat pies. And soft Quirick eggs over plump potatoes.” He flopped into one of the sitting chairs and let his long arms droop lazily over the sides. “And think of the desserts, Tess. I wager not one of them will be burned.”
His happiness was infectious and I smiled. “I should hope not. Lest someone lose their hand.”
He bounced into sitting. “Is that true?” I thought he would be appalled, but a slow grin spread across his face. “If they risk losing a hand, then I would stake my own hand that nothing will indeed be burned.”
His gaze narrowed with a new thought. “What of your quest for infamy and glory? How long will we reside as Soravalian royalty before we head off into the sunset?”
“I’m not sure infamy and glory belong in the same sentence.” I frowned. I had not shared anything with Oliver about this morning’s meeting and I wasn’t quite sure where to begin. “We shall leave as soon as we are able to,” I answered. Although even I did not know what that meant yet.
Oliver’s brows drew down low over his brown eyes. “Taelon and his father are supportive of your plans to be Queen of the Realm? Just like that?”
“I do have the crown.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, sure, you have a crown. But what else, Tessana? No army to fight this battle should any of the kingdoms revolt against a sudden change in monarchy. You have no widespread support. Or even small-spread support. You have nothing but a crown and the claim that you are part of a bloodline that is all but extinct.”
Doubts swirled in my gut. “I thought I at least had your support, Oliver the Silent.”
He rolled his eyes again. “Of course, you do. Of course, you will always have my support. But who am I? I’m nothing but an anonymous commoner that cannot even testify to the validity of your claims. I expected more from your meeting with the king is all. I expected a plan and an answer to all of these unanswered what ifs.”
“Hugo doesn’t want me to go back. It pains me to say this, but several of his opinions reflect yours. Apparently, there is a trial called Conandra. My uncle does not have to hand over the throne as soon as I arrive on his doorstep. He is allowed to call for Conandra and contest my claims. All of the remaining sovereigns would be summoned to hear my case.”
He stared at me while he processed what I said. “And if you lose this trial? If they decide that you are not fit to be queen?”
“Imprisonment,” I whispered. “They would imprison me as an imposter to the throne, as an anarchist and insurgent, for the rest of my life.”
He slid to the edge of his seat and clasped his hands in front of him. “Tessana, you are seventeen-years-old. That would be a very long time to suffer.”
So far my mind had been stuck on the disappointment of losing. I had yet to imagine what all of those remaining decades of my life would look like rotting in the pits of the palace dungeons.
“Dragon’s blood,” I hissed.
“We can return to Heprin,” he offered. “To the Temple. The Brotherhood would welcome you back with open arms and not one of them would give away your secrets.” When I chewed on my bottom lip without responding, he added, “Because of the vow. They cannot speak you see.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Yes, Oliver, I remember the vow. Since it has not yet been three months since we left.” I sighed again. “Hugo also offered me asylum. He said I was welcome to stay here for as long as I liked. He even offered to reinstate my arranged marriage.”
“Your arranged marriage?”
Drat. I had forgotten Oliver knew nothing of that. “To Taelon,” I confessed. “We were betrothed when we were children.”
“Betrothed. To each other?” He laughed heartily at that. “But he is the crown prince of Soravale.”
“Correct.”
“So, if you were to be queen it would be of his kingdom and not your own.”
“Correct.”
“And you would be safe. You would never go to Elysia, but you would be allowed to live as a royal.”