The Emerald Storm (The Riyria Revelations #4)

She crossed the inner ward to the vegetable garden. The harvest had come and gone, the plants cleared, and the soil turned to await the spring. The soft earth would allow her to draw the circle and symbols required. She clutched the pouch of hair still in the pocket of her kirtle as she glanced around. Nothing looked amiss. The few guards on duty ignored her.

As casually as she could, she began drawing a circle by dragging her foot in the dirt. When she had finished, she moved on to the more tedious task of the runes, which was more time consuming to do with her toe than with her hand and a bit of chalk. All the while, she worried that her drawing would be obvious from any number of upper story windows.

She was just finishing the second to last rune when a guard exited the palace and walked toward her. Immediately she crouched etending to dig. If he questioned her, she could say Ibis sent her to look for potatoes, or that she thought she might have dropped the pantry key when she was in the courtyard. She hoped he would just walk by; she needed to be the invisible servant this one last time. Only it quickly became apparent he was specifically coming for her. As he rapidly closed the distance, her only thought was of Hilfred and how she wished she had kissed him goodbye.





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Amilia was in her office quickly going over instructions with Nimbus. They had only ticked off a few items for the wedding preparations and if she could give him enough to keep busy, she could return to Modina. The urgency pulled at her every minute she was away.

“…if you get done with that, then come see me and I’ll give you more to do,” she told him curtly. “I have to get back to the empress. I think she might do something stupid.”

Nimbus looked up. “The empress is a bit eccentric certainly, but if I may, she has never struck me as stupid, milady.”

Amilia narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

Nimbus had been a good and faithful servant, but she did not like the sound of that. “You notice too much, I think, Nimbus. That’s not such a good trait when working in an imperial palace. Ignorance is perhaps a better choice for survival.”

“I’m just trying to cheer you up,” he replied, sounding a little hurt.

Amilia frowned and collapsed in her chair. “I’m sorry. I am starting to sound a bit like Saldur aren’t I?”

“You still have to work on making your veiled threats sound more ominous. A deeper voice would help, or perhaps toying with a dagger or swishing a glass of wine as you say it.”

“I wasn’t threatening you, I was—”

He cut her off. “I’m joking, milady.”

Amilia scowled then pulled a parchment off her desk, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at him. “Honestly, I don’t know why I hired you.”

“Clearly not for my comedic sense.”

Amilia gathered a pile of parchments, a quill, and bottle of ink and headed for the door. “I’m going to be working from Modina’s room today. If you need me look for me there.”

“Of course,” he said as she left the room.

Not far down the hall, Amilia saw Anne walking buy with a tray of food. “Anne!” she called, rushing toward her. “I told you to stay with the empress!”

“Yes, milady but…”

“But what?”

“The empress asked me to fetch her breakfast.”

A cold chill shot up Amilia’s spine. The empress told her. “Has the empress ever spoken to you before?”

Anne shook her head on the verge of tears. “No, milady, I was very honored. She even knew my name!”

Amilia dropped what she was holding and raced for the stairs. On any other day, she would not risk attracting attention by running through the halls, but today she did not care. The need to reach Modina was overwhelming. The closer she got, the more Amilia’s heart pounded in fear for what she would find. Nimbus was right; perhaps more than he knew. Modina was not stupid, and her mind filled with the many terrible possibilities. Reaching the door, she pushed Gerald aside and burst into the empress’s room. She steeled herself but what she saw was beyond her wildest imaginings.

Modina and Ella sat together on the empress’s bed, hand-in-hand chatting.

Amilia stood shocked. Both glanced up as she entered. Ella’s face was fearful, but Modina’s expression was calm as usual, as if expecting her.

“Ella?” Amilia exclaimed. “What are you doing—”

“Gerald,” Modina interrupted, “from now on, no one, and I mean no one, is to enter without my say so. Understood?”

“Of course, Your Eminence.” Gerald looked down guiltily.

Modina waved her hand. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you. Now please close the door.”

Hbowed and drew the door shut.

Amilia meanwhile stood silent, her mouth agape, but no words came out.

“Sit down before you fall down, Amilia. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. This is Arista, the Princess of Melengar.”

Amilia tried to make sense out of the senselessness. “No, Modina, this is Ella—a scullery maid. What’s going on?” Amilia asked desperately. “I thought—I thought you might be—” her eyes went to the broken pitcher and shards of mirrored glass scattered across the corner of the room.

“I know what you thought.” The empress said looking toward the window. “That’s another reason you should be welcoming Arista. If I hadn’t seen her in the courtyard and realized—well—anyway, I want you two to be friends.”

Amilia’s mind was still whirling. Modina appeared more lucid than ever and yet she made no sense. Maybe she only sounded rational. Maybe the empress had cracked altogether. At any moment, she might introduce Red the wolfhound from the kitchen as the Ambassador of Lanksteer.

“Modina, I know you think this girl is a princess, but just a week ago you also thought you were dead and buried remember?”

“Are you saying you think I’m crazy?”

“No, no, I just…”

“Lady Amilia,” Ella spoke for the first time, “my name is Arista Essendon, and I am the Princess of Melengar. Your empress isn’t crazy. She and I are old friends.”

Amilia stood staring at the two of them, confused. Were they both insane? How could—oh sweet Maribor! It’s her! The long fingernails, the way she met Amilia’s stare, the bold inquiries about the empress. Ella was the Witch of Melengar! “Get away from her,” Amilia yelled.

“Amilia, calm down.”

“She’s been posing as a maid to get to you.”

“Arista’s not here to harm me. You’re not, are you?” she asked Ella, who shook her head. “There, you see. Now come here and join us. We have much to do.”

“Thrace,” Ella spoke, looking nervously at Modina but the empress raised a hand to stop her.

“The both of you need to trust me,” Modina said.

Amilia shook her head. “But how can I? Why should I? This—this woman—”

“Because,” the empress interrupted, “we have to help Arista.”