He’d given the necklace to her that morning, knocking at her door when she was still bleary-eyed from yet another sleepless night.
“For you,” he had said simply and folded the necklace into her hand. He’d kissed her knuckles and the inside of her wrist, closed his eyes, and let his mouth linger against her skin.
Standing a few feet away with her gaze resolutely on the wall, Evyline had cleared her throat.
“Audric,” Rielle had said, her voice breaking, “must I do this thing? With our fathers not even given proper rites—”
“Today, the sun will shine long and bright.” He’d touched her face, his own worn with grief. “But not as bright as you. Please, Rielle. Our people need to see you.”
Now, a smooth white-gold sun sat on a delicate chain between her collarbones. Its broad rays fanned out in gilded leaves thin as butterfly wings, and when Rielle knelt before the Archon, the light fell upon it and sent a sunburst flying across the ceiling.
The Archon placed a hand heavy with rings on her bowed head.
“The Gate will fall,” he began, the familiar words of Aryava’s prophecy bringing a hush to the room. The choir’s voices softened. “The angels will return and bring ruin to the world. You will know this time by the rise of two human Queens—one of blood, and one of light. One with the power to save the world. One with the power to destroy it. Two Queens will rise. They will carry the power of the Seven. They will carry your fate in their hands. Two Queens will rise.”
One of blood.
One of light.
Rielle stared at her clasped hands, longed to scrub them clean. Her clammy skin itched. She had a vision of herself peeling it away to reveal the roiling black truth of what lay beneath.
The Archon stepped back from her. “Lady Rielle Dardenne, you have passed the trials set before you by the Church and withstood great danger in doing so. This kingdom has watched you carefully over the past few weeks, and your power is unlike anything we have seen. Tell us, then, Lady Rielle: Which Queen are you?”
One of blood.
One of blood.
Rielle met the Archon’s eyes. “I am the Queen of Light, Your Holiness. And I will serve Celdaria proudly until the end of my days.”
The Archon smiled and extended his hand. “Then rise, Lady Rielle, and let us begin—”
A cry from the back of the hall interrupted him, followed by another, then a third. A clamor of astonishment and fear filled the room.
The Archon’s face paled, his eyes fixed on something behind Rielle. He took a step back, reaching for his chair.
Audric shot to his feet, his hand around his mother’s. Queen Genoveve’s soft cry came out shattered.
Rielle turned, dread plugging her lungs. Was it Corien? Had he come ready to shout the truth of what she was for all to hear?
It was not Corien.
Ludivine, barefoot, hair a tumble of gold, stepped out of the crowd.
She clutched a tattered cloak at her throat and hips; beneath it she wore nothing. Her skin was ashen, but whole. She was alive… She was alive.
Rielle made a choked sound, swaying where she stood.
Ludivine climbed the altar steps, caught Rielle’s hands with one of her own. Her touch was warm, familiar. She turned to face the room.
Out loud, Ludivine’s shaking voice rose above the crowd’s stunned voices. “I know this is startling, even frightening. Please forgive me.”
Inside Rielle’s mind, Ludivine whispered, I’m so sorry you had to find out like this. Please, trust me. We must be careful.
Rielle’s shock crashed painfully through her body as if she’d been struck across her shoulders. Ludivine’s iron grip kept her standing.
“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” Ludivine continued. “The last things I remember are a fog. Lady Rielle fighting a group of metalmasters. Rogues from House Sauvillier. My own father’s house.” Ludivine’s voice trailed off, heavy with sadness.
We must convince them, all of them.
“Lu?” Rielle whispered, shaking.
It’s all right. Please, my darling, don’t fear me.
“I remember a weapon striking me in the stomach,” Ludivine went on. “I remember…I remember falling.”
Suddenly Audric was there beside them. He unclasped his long dress cloak and wrapped it around Ludivine’s shoulders. Rielle was glad for the solid warmth of his body, anchoring her to her own breath, her own wildly pounding heart. This was not, then, a dream.
Not a dream. Ludivine’s thoughts came gently. It is the truth, at last. But they cannot know it. None of them.
“You all thought I had died,” said Ludivine, reaching for Audric’s hand. Gingerly, he took it. “I thought I had too. But then I felt a power rise up beneath the earth and breathe life back into me. I felt a familiar touch, and I looked round for Lady Rielle, but she wasn’t there. Her power, however…that was all around me. It lingered from her trial. It gave me back my body—and my life.”
Trust me.
Rielle’s thoughts raced. Trust her? Trust who? What was this creature? This was not Ludivine; this was an impostor.
You’re wrong. It is me, truly. Please. If you ever loved me, you’ll trust me. Just for a little while. Then I’ll explain everything.
Rielle could hardly breathe. Her tears gathered fast. I didn’t bring you back. I don’t understand.
But you will. Soon. I promise.
“We have always known that the Sun Queen, when she came, would protect our kingdom from those who wish harm upon us.” Ludivine’s voice shook with emotion. “But now she is here, and her power is even greater than we have believed. She not only carries the power of the Seven, as the prophecy foretold.”
Ludivine knelt at the hem of Rielle’s glittering train. “She carries the power to bring life to that which has died.”
Trust me. Quickly. In Rielle’s mind, Ludivine stood firm. They must believe me. They must accept this now, or all is ruined.
“Rielle, is this true?” Audric murmured, his face awash with confusion and a trace of fear. “Did you do this?”
Fighting the urge to collapse, Rielle placed her hand on Ludivine’s bowed head. “I’m sorry all of you had to find out like this,” she said, echoing Ludivine’s words. She lifted her eyes to the crowd, summoning a serenity to her face that she did not feel. Her mind raced through its shock to find words, any words, that would make sense. “The trials have deepened my power in ways I could not expect, but I did not want to raise any hopes before I was sure it would work. Before I could be sure that I had indeed brought our Lady Ludivine back to us.”
Good. Ludivine’s relief came as a caress. Very good.
“I only wish…” Rielle’s voice failed her. “I only wish I were powerful enough to save everyone we lost that day.”
Audric’s gentle touch at the small of her back kept her standing, but she could not look at him. She didn’t trust her face to hide what she needed it to.
Ludivine smiled up at her. “You saved me, Lady Rielle, as you did all of us here today. You faced a great evil, right here in our beloved city, and vanquished it. Your power is a marvel, and we owe you our lives.”
Then Ludivine kissed Rielle’s hand, and as Rielle watched through a humming veil of astonishment, the nearest in the crowd sank to their knees. Others followed, and still more, until the entire room, hundreds strong, had knelt before her.
“Long live the Sun Queen!” Ludivine’s jubilant voice rang out, and others immediately took up the call. Midday sunlight streamed through the high windows to paint their tearful faces gold. Lower in the city, the solstice bells of the House of Light began to chime.
Looking out over the crowd, Rielle noticed a small handful of people in the room not repeating Ludivine’s cry.
They knelt, the same as the rest, but watched Rielle with faces of silent stone.
A shiver of worry climbed up her body, but she had more pressing matters to consider first.
She squeezed Ludivine’s hand. She hoped it hurt.
You’re an angel, she thought, suddenly and viciously angry. You lied to me.
And you lied to Audric about his father’s death, Ludivine answered, a note of sadness in her voice. We are well-suited for each other. Now, keep smiling.
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