The Scrivener s Tale - By Fiona McIntosh Page 0,27
and Cassien felt impaled by the golden gaze. Twilight would be closing in on the forest but he was struck by the notion that the man seemed to glow with an internal light.
'Wyl Thirsk's life was profoundly changed by a powerful magic. It matters not the whys and wherefores to you - only that it existed. He unwittingly became King Cailech and ultimately emperor of the three realms of Morgravia, Briavel and Razors, through that magic's curse. It's Wyl and Valentyna's descendants who are our current generation of royals: Magnus, Florentyna and Darcelle.'
An owl hooted once in the distance and Cassien could hear animals bumbling around not far from where Fynch sat. His sharp sense of smell picked up an aroma that he suspected was gobel ... probably a pair.
Fynch continued. 'The heir, Magnus, a fine young, healthy prince, died as a result of an accident, which was a shock to everyone. He left behind two sisters, one barely out of childhood, both of them groomed to be excellent wives - although I daresay Florentyna would go slit-eyed on me to hear it.' He put a finger in the air. 'That said, Florentyna has accepted her role with strength and energy.'
'So where is the problem?'
'Her sister, Darcelle. She is younger than Florentyna by five years, the spoilt child of the family, but she is quick and smart, fiery and very beautiful.'
'She sounds like a perfect woman.'
Fynch shook his head. 'Far from it. She demonstrates more of the arrogant, brutal brilliance of the mountain king's ancestry than the subtle and more modest strength of the Thirsk blood that runs so strongly in Florentyna. Darcelle is cunning and capable. With Magnus dead and the way open for a queen to rule, an empress's role to play - well, Darcelle suddenly fancies herself in that part. Up until Magnus's death, I'm uncertain whether it had occurred to her that a woman might rule. Perhaps the possibility was too far away from the third child for it to concern her.'
'Exactly how cunning is she?'
'Enough to potentially consider regicide.'
Understanding erupted across Cassien's expression. 'I see.'
'And she would make a terrible ruler. I suspect Darcelle is capable of some atrocious decision-making as long as it serves her needs. And with the wrong people pushing her she could be convinced to make the worst decision of her life.'
'So you want me to protect Florentyna.'
Fynch glowed. 'Yes. Protect her from her sister and those who would see her ousted. But here is the problem, Cassien. Florentyna will not hear a bad word against her younger sister.'
'Do we have any sense of timing on the danger?'
His older companion shrugged. 'It is present and immediate. Florentyna has not had much luck. She was promised to the eldest prince of Tallinor. He became king a few years ago and the wedding ceremony - a mere formality - was to take place at the cathedral.'
'Let me guess. He was murdered.'
Fynch shook his head. 'Close enough though. The king's ship was accidentally sunk en route, smashed onto rocks during a storm. Two hundred souls were lost that day. Florentyna was deeply withdrawn for her moons of mourning. She is a sensitive girl but don't let that fool you into believing she doesn't possess a will of iron when required.' Fynch pointed a bony finger. 'Test it by saying something negative about her sister.'
'Does Darcelle have a match?'
'A mighty one, the King of Cipres. The power it brings in so many hidden ways can't be ignored. Darcelle must marry King Tamas and here's the most interesting part of all.' Cassien looked over at him. 'He's fifteen years her senior and Tamas seemingly adores her as much as she adores the notion of being Queen of Cipres. In his presence she is almost gentle and genuinely fond of him.' Fynch laughed. 'A match made by Shar.'
'And of course she would return to Cipres.'
'If Darcelle goes to Cipres, I no longer have to fret about the threat from within.'
'So where is the hurdle?'
'Darcelle may not want to leave Morgravia just yet. The empress is not encouraging her to rush away. Her stepmother, whom she is very close to, wants her to have this Ciprean crown but again I think they're clinging to their youngest.' Fynch stood. He shrugged. 'I can't second-guess women. Walk with me. It is time to return to Loup.'