"I still see no reason for this line of questioning," Biggs said.
"I agree," Farmer said. "If you have any more questions that are relevant to the actual charges, we might entertain them."
Cortez looked at me. He gave me every ounce of those dark brown eyes. "The king thinks that the reason your father's murderer was never caught is that the men investigating it were the murderers."
Doyle, Frost, and I went very still. He had our attention now, indeed he did. "Speak plainly, Mr. Cortez," I said.
"King Taranis accuses the Raven Guard of Prince Essus's murder."
"You saw what the king did to the ambassador. I think that level of fear and manipulation speaks for my uncle's state of mind right now."
"We will follow up on Ambassador Stevens's... condition," Shelby said, "but doesn't it make sense that the reason no clues were found is that the men looking for the clues were hiding them."
"Our oath to the queen would forbid us to do harm to her family," Doyle said.
"Your oath is to protect the queen, correct?" Cortez asked.
"We now belong to the princess, but the oath remains the same, yes."
"King Taranis alleges that you killed Prince Essus to keep him from killing Queen Andais and putting himself on the throne of the Unseelie Court."
The three of us stared at Cortez and Shelby. This was laundry so dirty that the queen had tortured people who had merely hinted at such things. I didn't ask if Taranis had actually said it, because I knew no one else at his court would have dared Queen Andais's anger. Anyone less than the king himself, and she would have called them out to a personal duel for such rumors.
Andais had a lot of faults, I knew that, but she had loved her brother. He had loved her, too. It's why he hadn't killed her and taken the throne, even though he felt that he would have been a better ruler. If he had lived, and my cousin, Prince Cel, had tried to take the throne, my father might have killed Cel to keep him off the throne.
Cel was insane, I think literally, and a sexual sadist who made Andais look mild. My father had feared the Unseelie Court at the hands of Cel. I feared it now. To save my life and the lives of those I loved, and to keep Cel off the throne were the reasons I was still trying to be queen.
But I wasn't pregnant, and whoever got me pregnant would be king to my queen. I had realized only a day or so ago that I'd have given up everything to be with Frost and Doyle - including being queen - but for one thing: To keep these two men with me might require me to give up my birthright. And I was too much my father's daughter to let Cel have our people. But the regret in me was growing.