The Blessed Curse (The Elder Blood Chronicles, #4)

“Should have jumped,” the Blight whispered in her ear and Zoelyn smiled in response as she followed the guard down the long stone hallway. While she didn’t know her way around the house well, she was positive they were heading for the entry hall. It was hard to tell, though, the Arovan house was enormous compared to Dominic’s small three room cottage. Still, from the direction they were going it was unlikely that she was being taken to the dungeons, or worse, and honestly she couldn’t think of a single reason Lord Arovan would do either. She had been careful to be on perfect behavior her entire time in his house and had not complained once over anything.

Her curiosity grew stronger as the guard led her through door after door and finally down the long hallway that led to the front doors. There was no longer any doubt in Zoelyn’s mind that they were headed toward the doors. She recognized the suits of armor and paintings of the Arovan ancestors that lined the walls from her arrival at the House.

“Here she is.” Lord Arovan’s voice echoed down the hall and Zoelyn peered around the guard to see who he was speaking with. A woman stood to his side and just the sight of her gave Zoelyn pause. She was radiant in a gown of deep purple and more jewels than Zoelyn had ever glimpsed on anyone. Her deep violet eyes settled on Zoelyn and a faint smile curved her full lips, transforming her from beautiful to breathtaking in less than a moment. A handsome silver haired man stood beside her, dressed in purple and silver armor and it was a long moment before Zoelyn recognized the man. He had been there the night Lord Arovan had taken her from Dominic. In fact, he was the reason that she had been taken at all. Valor Hai’dia. The name formed in her mind as the memories resurfaced. He had been so distraught that night that it was hard to believe the pleasantly smiling man before her was the same person, but she knew without a doubt it was.

“Zoelyn, this is Lady Merrodin. You will be leaving with her,” Lord Arovan informed her calmly and bowed his head to the woman. “If you will excuse me now, Jala, I have a room full of very disgruntled High Lords to attempt to soothe.”

“I’m sorry for the trouble Elijah. I hope in time you will understand why I did what I felt had to be done,” The woman’s voice was gentle and just the sound of it eased Zoelyn’s mind a bit.

Still the idea that Lord Arovan had offered her the protection of his house and then not even a month later was handing her over to a complete stranger had her nerves so far on edge that she was ready to bolt. “Why am I going with you?” Zoelyn asked cautiously, her gaze flicking to the guard that was already disappearing back down the hallway.

“Because I don’t believe in Undrae by birth as everyone else seems to. Valor explained your plight to me and I think that perhaps I can help you. At the very least I can offer you a home where you won’t get stoned for slipping in a streambed,” Jala explained, as she looked Zoelyn over with a critical eye. Her gaze lingered on the hood of the coat that Zoelyn had pulled up as she always did around strangers. “I can give you a home where you don’t have to hide yourself, either,” Jala added in a softer voice. Jala’s attention was drawn away by a tug at her dress and Zoelyn stared in amazement at the tiny boy that had been standing just behind the High Lady. She hadn’t even noticed the child was present until that moment, but then the two in front of her were an impressive sight and it was hard to look away from either of them. “I know, love, I’m ready to go home, too,” Jala said gently as she picked the child up carefully and wrapped an arm lovingly around him.

“I’m more than ready to be home and out of this armor. It never used to bother me before, but now I can’t wait to get out of it. Too much time on a battlefield I suppose,” Valor sighed as he pushed the door open behind him. His dark blue eyes closed as the night air washed through the hall and he smiled back at Jala. “We need lilacs in Merro. There is nothing that says spring like the smell of lilacs.”

Jala smiled in response and kissed him lightly on the lips as she walked through the doors. Glancing back, Valor raised an eyebrow at Zoelyn who had been watching them in utter silence. “Coming?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Do I have a choice?” Zoelyn asked carefully. They seemed nice, but they were strangers and she didn’t trust so much kindness from anyone, especially strangers.

“At the moment, no. You will soon, though,” Valor replied with a smirk. “What does that mean?” Zoelyn asked in confusion.

“That means if you don’t come along willingly now I will be forced to carry you to the ship which I’d rather not do. It isn’t dignified for either of us. However, once we know each other better, you will be given a choice on staying with us. If you hate our company, once you get to know us, I promise you, Jala will not force you to stay. You aren’t our prisoner right now. Just a slightly unwilling guest,” Valor explained with a grin.

“What exactly is the difference between an unwilling guest and a prisoner?” Zoelyn asked, though she had to admit she was amused by his words.

“Ahh. That all lies in the accommodations and provisions. You see, a prisoner resides in the dungeons and you will receive a room in our house. A prisoner gets bread and water. You will get bread, water, and cheese,” Valor winked at her and she could hear faint laughter from beyond the door.

“Valor, stop teasing her and come on, Shade is waiting on us. Zoelyn, I promise you will get more than bread, water, and cheese,” Jala called back with amusement clear in her voice.

“Well, then, I suppose I’m your unwilling guest. After all, how could I refuse such a generous offer?” Zoelyn sighed and stepped lightly past him and down the stairs. Her eyes wandered to the stables and her chest tightened as she thought of the tall bay mare that she rode to House Arovan. Her horse and she didn’t even know if it was still stabled. They hadn’t let her out of the house to visit the mare once since she had arrived. For all she knew they had sent the animal back to Dominic.

“I recognize that expression and the direction you are looking. Which one is it?” Valor paused beside her as he spoke, his gaze moving to the stables as well.

“I don’t even know if she is there anymore,” Zoelyn replied hesitantly.