from the crowd. The skirt and sleeves of her dress shimmer as she’s carried to the top of the platform, and her bearers turn her to face us.
My blood runs ice cold. Her white face is round and soft, and her crimson lips bear a familiar curve. The ceremonial makeup can’t hide what lies beneath, not when I know the terrain of her face as well as my own. “No,” I whisper as I stare at her hair. The coppery locks have been plaited and coiled atop her head, elegant and shining.
But her hair shouldn’t be that color.
It should be brown.
“Mim?” I mouth, my throat so tight that I can’t make a sound. The sight of her face fills my hollow chest with want and regret, and my entire body calls out for her. My vision blurs with tears. Her eyes stare into the distance, absent of all the fondness and life that was there less than two months ago when she gave me the chance to live. When I told her I loved her. When I walked away and left her behind. Now her face is smooth, empty of expression. She looks at no one. Sees no one. The horror is eating me alive.
What have they done to her? Panic and confusion jitter along my bones.
Aleksi holds up a hand, and the crowd goes silent. “Today we crown a new queen to lead our people.” His mouth trembles for a moment like he’s chewing over his next words. “As a gesture of goodwill and friendship, we welcome our friends from the north as witnesses. Chieftain Nisse”—he nods toward the broad-shouldered, blond-bearded warrior, who offers him a smirk in return—“and Chieftain Thyra”—he inclines his head toward the lean and stately young woman, who stands a little taller when her name is called—“and the other representatives of the Soturi people.”
A long, low hiss comes from somewhere in the crowd, which otherwise remains silent, perhaps unbelieving, as I am, that we are formally recognizing our enemies on this sacred day. So many things about this are desperately wrong.
Perhaps sensing the tension in the crowd, Aleksi quickly turns to Mim, who sits unmoving in her chair. “We acknowledge you as the bearer of the magic that protects our people.” His voice rises as he looks over his shoulder at the Soturi envoys. “We acknowledge you as the one who destroys our enemies and nurtures our land. We acknowledge you as our queen.” He strides toward her, and Eljas steps forward to meet him in front of her paarit.
Mim stares straight ahead, like she’s not even aware of their presence.
Eljas lifts the crown from the cushion in Aleksi’s arms. “From this day until your final breath, you will lead us,” he says in a high, brittle voice. “From this day until your final breath, you will protect and rule. From this day until your final breath, you are the Valtia!”
He places the crown upon her head and steps back, turning to the crowd with a wide smile. “We, the Kupari, can now celebrate our new queen!”
The crowd around us erupts, a wall of sound that can surely be heard for miles. Their relief is like a living thing. Sig whistles, and so do the magic wielders around me, but I can neither clap nor shout. All I can do is puzzle at the void in Mim’s eyes, which used to glitter with energy and make my stomach swoop every time she looked at me.
Eljas leans forward and touches her elbow, and she rises abruptly from her grand chair. She stiffly raises her arms, revealing the cuff of Astia clamped over her right wrist. The torches around the square flare wildly, the flames lengthening and twisting in the air. The citizens scream with delight at her show of power. A few of them shake their fists at the Soturi, who frown as the fire stretches unnaturally long, rising like bars of gold, caging the barbarians in with us. The elders’ gazes follow the arc of the flames as they dance and entwine above the square, creating a canopy of light.
Sig laughs, the sound molten and dangerous. “Stars, it’s not coming from her,” he says in an unsteady voice. “Can you feel it, Elli?”
All I feel is hatred for the elders. They’ve done something to Mim. They’ve hurt her. I know it. They’re putting on a show to impress the Soturi, but at the expense of the woman who nurtured me since we were both children—a