“But why would the king want that?” I pressed. Cailis murmured her agreement. I could only imagine what my sister was thinking as the Death Master—the murderer of our family—held my hands.
“My father saw your powers manifest.” Prince Norivun lifted a lock of my hair, and with a jolt, I realized it was black again. “My illusion will no longer cover you, not unless you allow it. You’re too strong, and he saw that. So as of now, Lady Ilara Seary, daughter of Mervalee Territory, you’ve been made a lady of the court and have officially been entered into the Trial to become the next queen.”
“But then I might have to . . . marry you.”
His face slackened, his expression impossible to read. “Would that be so bad?”
Cailis hissed, her eyes burning as they locked with hatred onto the prince.
Tears threatened to overwhelm me at all that had happened, but then I remembered our kiss, the electric attraction between us, but he’d killed my family.
I glanced at Cailis. Her hatred for the prince was nearly palpable, exactly as I had felt only a month ago.
I snatched my hands away from the crown prince. I couldn’t marry him. Not even if I’d seen other sides to him, sides that weren’t entirely evil. Because how could I possibly marry the male who’d killed my parents and brother?
The prince’s eyes shuttered, and his hands clenched into fists as that swirling throbbing began in my gut again. Blessed Mother. With a start, I realized that feeling in my stomach was my magic.
Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm it, but anger stirred in me. “I can’t marry you. You murdered my family.”
Prince Norivun’s mouth opened, then closed. He remained silent, but an answering pulse of his aura stroked mine.
Nuwin let out a low whistle as the prince’s guards all took a step closer to my bed. And that was when it hit me, why the four were here.
My power now rivaled the prince’s. I’d stopped the prince from enacting his soul-sucking rage on Vorl, and they now saw me as a potential threat to their prince.
I inched back, pressing my spine into the bed’s headboard. “What if I don’t want to marry you? What if I refuse to enter the Trial that could make me the next queen?”
Prince Norivun’s jaw muscle ticked. “You cannot. You’ve been commanded by the king of the Solis continent to partake.”
“But what about replenishing our continent’s orem? I thought that was my purpose?”
“It’s now one of your purposes but not the only one. You’ll start training with your tutor this week while continuing to travel to fields with me each day as planned. We’ll work to replenish our continent’s orem, but that’s not all you’ll do. You’ll also be entering the Trial. Your days will be busy and tiring, but the king has commanded it.”
I clenched the sheets in my hands, balling them into fists. “But we made a bargain. You’re sealed by magic. You promised that if I replaced the land’s orem that I could return home.”
“I did.”
“But you’re saying now that I have to enter this Trial as well.”
His expression remained impossible to read, yet his eyes burned like sapphires. “I’m afraid the two are mutually exclusive.”
“So I’m to be a slave to this court. It doesn’t matter if I save our land?”
“You’ll not be a slave. You may one day be queen. And while I cannot stop you from returning to your home after you replenish our continent’s orem—you’re correct that the bargain protects you in that aspect—I cannot promise you that you won’t be a married female when you do so.”
“Married to you,” I whispered as shock crept through me.
He nodded, and for a moment, a look of wildness shone in his eyes. The prince wanted that. For whatever reason, he wanted me.
But for the life of me, I didn’t know if I felt that in return for him. Too much had been done. Too many lives had been taken at his hand, which meant I needed to find a way out of this Trial.