“Navy?”
Keris shrugged. “Beneath the Tempest Seas with my father’s ambition, for the most part. But I’ve a dozen good ships protecting the border at Nerastis, and another three that manage any pirates who try to attack merchants making the run to Southwatch.”
It wasn’t enough. While his father had been running his military ragged, Petra had been cooling her make a move on Maridrina with the rebel threat at its back. It seems to me Petra plans to bring the full heels and building her strength, waiting for this moment. And now it was at hand. From the look in his dark eyes, Arjun was thinking the same things.
Silence stretched, and it was Zarrah who broke it.
“It will do.” She rested her chin on her cupped hands, eyes thoughtful as she examined the map and markers. When she realized both of them were staring at her, Zarrah smiled. “It was never about needing large enough numbers to meet her head-to-head. It was about having enough men and women demanding a different future that all the Empire would be forced to listen. All this time, that’s what she’s been fighting to prevent—voices that demanded something different than what she wanted.
ever claim to be. Clearing his throat, he said, “We’ve been told you have proof that Ephraim intended Someone different than her. She will silence them no longer, for she will not silence us.”
God help him, he loved her.
Didn’t know how he was going to live without her.
But if their mutual dream was to succeed, Keris was going to have to bring her the army she needed, which meant leaving her. If he remained in Valcotta with her any longer, he’d be putting everything at risk. Rising to his feet, Keris inclined his head. “It seems that I have my marching orders. Given time is of the essence, if you can arrange a ship north, I’ll return to Maridrina to do my part.”
Zarrah’s lips parted, her eyes widening, but instead of allowing her to speak, Keris turned his back on her and exited the room. More conversation wouldn’t change the facts—he needed to resume his role as king of Maridrina once more.
“I need to go outside,” he said to Saam, who was waiting near the entrance. “Somewhere high up.
Preferably with a stiff drink that doesn’t taste like syrup.”
“Can do,” the man said after Daria nodded. Leading Keris down a tunnel, he asked, “Not go well?”
“On the contrary,” Keris answered. “It went exactly as the stars have always said it would.”
Keris set another marker down on the edge of the Red Desert. “Three thousand, broken into groups,
It wasn’t enough. While his father had been running his military ragged, Petra had been cooling her heels and building her strength, waiting for this moment. And now it was at hand. From the look in his dark eyes, Arjun was thinking the same things.
Silence stretched, and it was Zarrah who broke it.
“It will do.” She rested her chin on her cupped hands, eyes thoughtful as she examined the map and markers. When she realized both of them were staring at her, Zarrah smiled. “It was never about needing large enough numbers to meet her head-to-head. It was about having enough men and women demanding a different future that all the Empire would be forced to listen. All this time, that’s what she’s been fighting to prevent—voices that demanded something different than what she wanted.
Someone different than her. She will silence them no longer, for she will not silence us.”
God help him, he loved her.
Didn’t know how he was going to live without her.
But if their mutual dream was to succeed, Keris was going to have to bring her the army she needed, which meant leaving her. If he remained in Valcotta with her any longer, he’d be putting everything at risk. Rising to his feet, Keris inclined his head. “It seems that I have my marching orders. Given time is of the essence, if you can arrange a ship north, I’ll return to Maridrina to do my part.”
Zarrah’s lips parted, her eyes widening, but instead of allowing her to speak, Keris turned his back on her and exited the room. More conversation wouldn’t change the facts—he needed to resume his role as king of Maridrina once more.
“I need to go outside,” he said to Saam, who was waiting near the entrance. “Somewhere high up.
Preferably with a stiff drink that doesn’t taste like syrup.”
“Can do,” the man said after Daria nodded. Leading Keris down a tunnel, he asked, “Not go well?”
“On the contrary,” Keris answered. “It went exactly as the stars have always said it would.”
ZARRAH FELT FROZEN in place, both hands gripping the table as she watched Keris exit and
quietly shut the door behind him. He was leaving. Not just the room, the camp, and Valcotta, but her.
It was necessary.
Inevitable.
But …
“The spies say she hates him more than she did his father.”
The assertion tore her back to the moment, and she met the commander’s eyes. Her father’s eyes, though she still found herself struggling to reconcile the two. “Pardon?”
“I’ll take my leave,” Miri said, rising to her feet. “I need to get back to Arakis.”
Zarrah waited for the door to shut behind her before saying, “It’s because she believes he is the reason I turned from her. She believes he stole my loyalty from her.” Pushing the sweat-dampened curls clinging to her face behind her ears, Zarrah shook her head. “When she first learned about us, she flew into a rage against me, and I was certain she intended to see me dead. Especially when she
said that I was to go to Devil’s Island. But in the time between that moment and the hour before I was incarcerated, something in her mind … shifted.”
Her father settled back in his chair.
“She seemed to have convinced herself that I was Keris’s victim. That he’d manipulated me and used me as part of his plot to take Maridrina’s throne. She had a spy report with claims that he’d taken up with one of the harem wives, and while logic suggests that she was lying to manipulate me, I don’t think that’s the case. I could see in her eyes that she believed everything it said, though it is strange for her spies to pass off rumor as fact. She had convinced herself that Keris had turned on me, which …” Zarrah trailed off, ashamed that Petra’s delusions had become truth in her own mind. “She made me believe I had been a silly girl. A fool. That I needed punishment to keep me from ever making the same mistakes again.”
“She has always been that way,” her father answered. “Could never see fault within herself, could never take the blame for anything. And she was a master of finding ways to make others believe that it was their fault.”
Looking back, Zarrah could see that now. How Petra never took responsibility for anything that went wrong, not really.
“She adored your mother,” he said. “When Ephraim decreed it would be Aryana who took the
throne, Petra did not blame her sister, but her father. She told Aryana that she needed to take the crown to protect her, because she didn’t believe your mother had the strength for it. The reasons and rationales she gave for her actions grew at a frenzied pace, those who questioned her right to rule dying in accidents, while the military backed her, for she had always been their darling. I challenged her, named her usurper, and the fury that drew from her was a thing to behold. She banished me to the Red Desert to fight in the border wars, where I imagined she hoped I’d make my end.