Crown of One Hundred Kings (Nine Kingdoms Trilogy #1) - Rachel Higginson Page 0,8
to the Temple of Eternal Light. And he thought I was important enough to speak.
New tears pricked at my eyes and I felt like throwing my arms around his neck and crying against his robes. I refrained. He had just broken binding vows. Any unwanted affection on my part might give the poor man palpitations.
“How can I rule?” I asked instead. “There has never been a female ruler of Elysia.”
“But you are a princess, from the house of Extentia.” He swallowed thickly and moved his tongue around his mouth. “Your family has ruled Elysia from the beginning, from the moment the kingdoms united. You are the rightful heir.”
Resentment burned low in my belly. “My brother was the rightful heir. His future was stolen from him. Just like my future was taken from me.”
Father Garius slid forward in his chair and took hold of my hand, crushing it in his grasp. “No, Tessana. Your future was saved. You were saved. And now you must go home and save this realm from the evil that wishes to destroy it.”
“What do you mean?” My heart hammered, my blood buzzed with anxious energy.
“Your dreams, Child. They mean something. They mean something terrible. Your father has asked you to go home and you must.”
“But you don’t believe in dreams!” I protested.
His grasp tightened, forcing the edge of the crown to cut into my palm. “Yet dreams are not nothing. Even I cannot ignore what has happened. Your father has asked you to go home. You must listen to him.”
Even though Father Garius’s voice was harsh with underuse and I had to strain to hear him clearly, his meaning rang through the room like the meal bell that resonated through the silent halls of the temple. “I want to go home,” I confessed. “I don’t just need to, but I want to.”
His grip loosened on my hand. “Good.”
“But what is this evil? What can I do? My uncle won’t recognize me as ruler of the Seat of Power any sooner than the other kingdoms would call me queen. A hundred kings have worn this crown, Father. Not queens. Not even princesses. Especially not seventeen year old orphans.”
He clucked his tongue at me in that familiar frustrated way. “You are not just a girl, Tessana. You are Tessana Allisand of the House of Extentia, daughter of Fredrix, King of Elysia and Ruler of the Realm. You are a princess. You are a survivor. And now you will take the crown back to your people and show them that you are still alive.”
“What if they don’t believe me?” My voice shook and my fingers trembled. I hated the fear. I hated that I couldn’t feel a stronger sense of courage and devotion.
“Make them believe you,” Father Garius demanded. “Make them see you for who you are.”
“And if that doesn’t work?”
“Then you have the crown. The kingdoms need to be united once again. Only the Crown of Nine has the power to do that and squash the evil lurking throughout the realm. It will give you the power to rule, Tessana. It will give you the authority to unite the armies and lead the nine royal families. If all else fails, you have the crown.”
That was true. I did have the crown. I had a crown that could not be replicated and that had been missing for more than eight years.
They would have to believe me.
And if they didn’t… Then I would… Then I would probably run away again.
At least this time when I fled the kingdom, I would know where to go.
I looked around at the worn books and the tall, rounded windows. It was hard to imagine I would soon be giving up this quiet, simple, safe life.
Emotions that I had not known existed awakened, opening drowsy eyes, turning into a beast that lived in my chest, in my soul. They spread leathered wings and lifted a long, armored neck, desperate to see the horizon.
My heart pounded with purpose. I belonged to something greater than myself now.
When I answered Father Garius, my voice was as raspy as his. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’ll go.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t look relieved. Instead, his gray eyes turned hard and he nodded slowly, as if he had to take his time accepting my answer. “Take Oliver.”
“No,” I argued. “I couldn’t ask him to leave his life here. He wouldn’t anyway. He loves the Brotherhood too much. He’s—”
Father Garius held up his hand. “He is not cut out for Temple life