Halfway to the raised dais, she finally allowed herself to look at the two Throne Chairs. The one on the left was empty. A woman around her parents’ age sat on the chair to the right. She was dressed in a striking blue gown with multiple layers of silk, a vast difference from the other members at court. The woman’s darker skin complemented her raven-black hair. A gold crown adorned with diamonds rested atop her head. On her right stood a girl about Allyssa’s age. She had shiny black hair that flowed down her shoulders to her waist. Her large, chocolate-brown eyes glistened as her full red lips smiled at the sight of Odar. She wore a burgundy velvet dress that was cut low, accentuating her voluptuous figure. A thick, gold-encrusted diamond necklace hung around her neck, resting against the top of her bosom.
Allyssa folded her hands together, trying to calm her nerves and hoping no one saw how badly she was shaking. The queen’s eyes roamed over Allyssa, her upper lip curling in disgust. Shelene’s smile grew into a smirk—her attention solely focused on Odar.
Without realizing it, Allyssa had stopped walking, wanting to run away and hide. This place reeked of evilness and hatred disguised by pretty faces and fancy clothes. The royal family was going to tear her apart. The queen’s eyes narrowed, and Soma reached back, clutching Allyssa’s arm and dragging her alongside him the rest of the way to the dais.
“Brother,” Princess Shelene said. “It took you long enough.” She placed her gloved hand upon the back of her mother’s chair, her fingers curling around the wood.
Soma let go of Allyssa and ascended the three steps to the top of the dais, kissing his mother on the cheek. Jana smiled, patting his hand. “Welcome home.”
“I’m sorry it took so long. There were a few complications,” he mumbled. “Regardless, I am here, and I brought you Princess Allyssa and Prince Odar, just like you asked.”
Without hesitating, Odar dropped to one knee at the foot of the steps. “Your Majesty,” he purred. “I see where your daughter gets her exquisite beauty from.” He stood and inclined his head toward the princess. “Your Highness, it has been far too long since I’ve been graced with your presence.”
Allyssa didn’t recognize Odar’s voice because it was kind, gentle, and coated with honey. It grated on her ears, making her want to slap him. Instead, she forced her facial expression to remain neutral while ire and doubt soaked her. Shelene was Odar’s first love, and they had been engaged. He’d said the princess really didn’t love him—that she’d only been after his army. While he had expressed how upset he’d been from this revelation, he never specifically said he no longer cared for Shelene. Could Allyssa trust him? After all, he’d pretended to be Jarvik, the squire. How could she be certain when he told the truth? What if this was all some elaborate plot to destroy Emperion?
“I heard you found yourself another bride,” Shelene cooed, her young-sounding voice giving away her age of fifteen.
Odar chuckled. “Not quite.”
Shelene raised her thick eyebrows, awaiting his explanation.
Don’t react or give anything away, Allyssa scolded herself. From here on out, she had to be smart about every single move she made and every word she uttered. Not knowing whom she could trust, she decided not to trust anyone.
“Well?” Shelene asked her brother. “Is Prince Odar engaged to Princess Allyssa?”
“Yes and no,” Soma replied.
“How is that even possible?”
“Prince Odar went to the Emperion court pretending to be his squire, Jarvik. Jarvik, in turn, played the part of Prince Odar, securing a marriage contract between himself and the unknowing princess. So, technically, Princess Allyssa is engaged to Jarvik, who, I’m sad to reveal, is dead.”
Shelene’s eyes widened with excitement, and she fought a smile. Allyssa wanted to yell and scream at her for ordering Jarvik’s murder. Shelene elegantly strolled down the steps, coming to stand before Odar. “Is this true?” she asked, her eyes hooded.
“It is,” he replied, his tone conspiratory.
Allyssa ground her teeth together. Odar should be livid. Jarvik was his best friend. Instead, it appeared as if he were in league with the princess.
“Why did you switch places with your squire?” She bit her bottom lip, awaiting his response.
He took her hand and kissed it. “After my parents severed our betrothal and sent you home, they insisted I go to Emperion to secure a bride for Fren. I devised the ruse to appease my parents and remain unattached…for you.” He winked.
Princess Shelene looked at Allyssa, scanning her from head to foot. “You fool,” she said, laughing. “You entered into an engagement with the wrong man.” She shook her head, smiling. “I would have been upset,” she said to Odar, “if you married such a plain and simple thing because your parents told you to.”
“They do not command me,” he replied.
Allyssa did not recognize this man beside her. Was Odar playing a part, as he indicated he would be? Or had he been acting with her, and this was who he truly was? Her head throbbed, a nasty headache forming.
“Good,” Shelene said. “I’m glad to hear it, because I have a test for you.”
“I will do anything to prove my loyalty.”
Soma leaned down, whispering to his mother. Jana’s brow furrowed, and she focused on Allyssa. When he finished speaking, he stepped back. Jana’s eyes narrowed as she observed Odar. What did Soma say to his mother? That he suspected Odar cared for Allyssa? She started sweating, her stomach in knots. If they didn’t believe Odar, would he be killed?
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Shelene purred. “Follow me.” She glided off the dais and past Allyssa. Odar never even looked her way as he followed the princess out of the Throne Room. What test did she have in store? Allyssa hoped he would survive it.
No one spoke, and a deadly silence followed. After an uncomfortable minute, Jana cleared her throat and said, “It is difficult to sit here and look at you.” She gripped the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white. “I was your age when your mother cast me aside like a common criminal.” Her voice was steely and dripping with contempt.
Allyssa had the urge to argue with her, to tell her she shouldn’t have been on the throne in the first place, that Rema had shown Jana compassion by banishing rather than killing her, but she bit her cheeks, forcing herself to remain quiet. Nothing she said would change Jana’s mind. The queen had been plotting her revenge for almost twenty years.
“Guard,” Jana said, addressing the man off to the side of the dais. “Please tell my mother, Lady Eliza, that there is someone here she will be most interested in.” He nodded and left. “As I have suffered at the hands of your parents, so shall you suffer at my hands.” She reached up, touching the crown atop her head. “It is time for you to learn firsthand the might of Russek.” She stood and moved to the edge of the dais, looking down upon Allyssa, a cruel smile etched across her face. “Send in the squad.”
A sentry opened the door and six soldiers marched in. “Take this prisoner to the dungeon,” Jana commanded.
Although Allyssa knew it was coming, hearing the words out loud and seeing the soldiers sent a tidal wave of fear through her.
“Princess Allyssa is our enemy. Show her no kindness. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging for death. Take her away.”