But…
Levi would make a horrible ruler. He's a misogynistic racist blowhard who thinks he knows what he's doing, but he doesn't. He would destroy the Fae, ruin this world, corrupt everything and everyone. He's a poison that would seep into the very soul of this place.
If I refuse his offer, I am damning Fen to death, and my mother to imprisonment for eternity. If I accept, I am damning everyone else to slavery and a tyrannical ruler for who knows how long. Can I really condemn thousands to save the lives of a few? Would my mother even want me to sacrifice the safety of my people for her? Would Fen want to stay alive only to see me wed Levi while he remains imprisoned?
And what of me? Can I face my own death? I am the last of the High Fae. If my blood dies, it takes the last of this world's magic with it.
I glance at the window, the light almost faded. I must choose. And I am running out of time.
I sink onto my straw mat in exhausted defeat, my body so sore from the abuse I took on the streets that I can't point to a single spot that doesn't hurt. Through the pain, I barely feel the pouch pocking into my back. The pouch of expensive fabric tucked into the straw.
I open it and find an old steel skeleton key inside. It's rusted and ancient. With it is a small bit of parchment. I unroll it to find a note. This key unlocks all doors within Stonehill. Free Fen. Meet me at the docks on the north-west river. There will be a boat. Come quickly.
It is not signed, and I don't recognize the writing. Is this a trap? Some twisted game Levi is playing? Or is someone really trying to help me?
Marco still guards my door, but he is alone. I can't leave if he doesn't let me.
I stare at the key in one hand, the stone in the other. If I try to escape and rescue Fen, I could fail, ensuring our deaths. If I call for Levi, we could live. Dum spiro spero. While I breathe, I hope. There is no hope left if I'm dead. Agreeing to Levi's terms would buy us time to find a better solution. But what if I don’t find one?
I weigh the choices in my hands. There are grave risks in both.
I drop the contents of one hand to the dirt-packed floor, and stare at my other hand.
I have made my choice. Now, I just hope I can live with the consequences.
It doesn't take long to put my plan into place, but my hand still shakes as I cut my wrist with the sharp edge of the stone and draw Levi's mark into the ground with my blood.
Only the last line is left unfinished. I look up at Marco, who frowns. "Are you sure?" he asks.
I nod. "It's the only way. You've seen what he's capable of."
Marco drops his eyes in resignation. "I'm sorry I was a part of it. Fen would never forgive me."
"If this works, Fen will know you helped me today. He will know you did your best. I'll make sure of it."
Marco nods, still frowning. "Just be careful. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Are you sure he's with Fen?" I ask.
"Yes. It's not pretty. You shouldn't have to see that."
My stomach clenches. "Fen shouldn't have to endure that," I say through a thick throat. "How long will it take Levi to get here once he feels his mark?"
"He has to cross the castle. You're in different wings of the dungeon. But still, not long."
I nod. "And you're sure about this?" I know what he's risking.
He nods. "I'm sure. I should have done this long ago."
I hold up a tin cup to him and clear my throat. "Is there any way you could get me more water? I'm parched."
He looks at the cup for a longer beat than necessary, and then takes it from my hands, through the bars. "Yes, Princess."
Once he is gone, I leave the rock with my blood dripping from it on the ground next to the unfinished demon mark, and I grip the key still in my hand.
It's time to save Fen.
***
I've lived in this castle long enough, explored the secret passages and tunnels enough to know how to get around without being seen. That knowledge comes in handy now, as I escape the dungeons and duck behind a tapestry on the wall and into one of the many hidden passages within the walls. Fen was amused when he discovered how much I'd learned about his castle. Now my snooping just might save both our lives, if I get lucky.
I use a small light globe I stole from the dungeon to travel through the passages, feeling my way through dust and cobwebs. My feet are still wrecked and I need clothing, but those concerns will have to wait. I'm on a tight timeline.
The sound of leather slapping against flesh and bone is all I need to know I'm in the right place. I swallow back the vomit forming in my throat and steel myself for what I know I'll see.
But there's no way to prepare yourself for seeing the love of your life tortured while you can do nothing to stop it.
And that's exactly what I have to do.
Fen hangs upright, looking as if he’d collapse if he could, if chains didn’t shackle his writs to stone columns. His lips are stained dark red. Crimson streaks cover his back.