Bound by the Vampire Queen (29 page)

Keldwyn guided her off to the side to keep her from getting tangled in the procession, a courteous hand placed at her lower back. Sometime in the night, the unobtrusive castle staff had left her a simple gown with high waist and square neck. The linen was a fine, pleasing cloth that molded her curves and flowed with the movement of her body.

There was embroidery at the neckline and a lacing at the back to snug it in to her body, something Jacob had been more than happy to help her do.

“If you stay long enough, you might enjoy sitting in on the midnight court. It’s arbitrated by Lady Gwyneth, a Fae sorceress who specializes in the sensual arts. The midnight court allows sexually dissatisfied wives to come and complain about the shortcomings of their husbands.”

Lyssa slanted him a glance. “Have you ever been brought to task before them, my lord?”

“I have never been mated,” he responded. His dark eyes flickered. “But, if I had a bride, I am fairly certain that would not be at the top of my list of shortcomings. Many others would take precedence.”

“I can vouch for that,” she agreed. “What did you mean by
Haunt
? So while the Seelie bless the crops and farmers, the Unseelie go out and… ?”

“Give your humans Halloween stories to remember. The blast of cold air for no reason, the spirits at the corners of their eyes. In the days before motorized transport, when a man was riding alone through the woods at night, the Lady in White could appear on the back of his horse. She’d wrap her cold arms around him and give him the fear of his own mortality as he tried to gallop away from her, outrunning his fear of death.” Keldwyn lifted a shoulder. “It’s a little more complicated now, given that fewer men are riding horses through the forest.

But she finds she likes Harley Davidsons fairly well.”

“So the headless horseman, covens of witches sacrificing a baby in the wood… all of it is Unseelie Fae practicing scare tactics?”

“Most of it,” he agreed. “It’s actually quite fun for them. Each year, they put even more effort into it.

Many of them dress up in costume, much like the humans. They also compete to bring unique things back that Queen Rhoswen might allow past the portal. Something that intrigues or pleases her enough.” He leaned in, spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. “Last year, she permitted a few birdhouses, because they made such enchanting houses for the smaller Fae.”

“You are either feeding me a line of rotted mushrooms, or trying to disarm me with charm.

Either way, my guard is still not relaxed, Lord Keldwyn.”

“I doubt your guard has relaxed since you were a child and lost your samurai. If it has, I'll warrant it’s only when you are alone in his company, restored to you twice now.”

Before she could respond to that unexpected statement, a soldier reined up. Glancing at her, he nodded to Keldwyn, a half bow. “My lord, did you need a horse? Are they all taken this morning?

You’re welcome to my Fineas if you have need of him.”

“No, Lygar, though you do me honor. I am purposefully strolling with the Lady Lyssa this morning, showing her the Samhain festivities. You need not worry for us.”

With a touch to his forelock and murmured, “My lord,” the guard continued on.

“They respect you. No matter Queen Rhoswen’s contempt.”

They’d reached the other end of the drawbridge, and he directed her past a fork in the two roads leading out from the castle, choosing the one she knew, from their bedroom window, rolled gently down to a vill-age.

“Of all the treasures Queen Rhoswen has, the greatest one—and therefore the one she values the least—is her captain of the guard. Despite his reticence, Cayden understands many things. About his queen, about me, about this world and yours.

And much like your servant, he serves them all far beyond what they deserve, far beyond the range of even his great heart. A leader influences his men, and as such, she has a Queen’s Guard that any queen would envy. Their integrity, courage and courtesy, as well as their skill , are beyond reproach.

And if ever they fall short, he’s as uncompromising in that as he is fair about other things. A guard might trip up and get the sharp edge of the queen’s tongue. However, if he fails in his duty, he fears Cayden’s cold fury far more.”

“Hmm.” She returned to the words he’d spoken before Lygar intercepted them. “How long have you followed my life, Keldwyn? A clever woman would deduce my father meant a great deal to you, the way you’ve kept track of his daughter all these years.”

“Perhaps I, like others, have merely been trying to unravel the mystery all these centuries. Why one of our most powerful Fae Lords defied every law of our world to cleave to a vampire woman, get her with child, and gave up his life for her.”

“I don’t think it’s a mystery to you at all. To others, maybe. But you were willing to risk much the same for a child not your own. You may have given the appearance of throwing us to the wolves, but Rhoswen always knew you were behind it.” Keldwyn took her elbow, drawing her around a pile of manure left by one of the passing horses. “Her Majesty has never brought back anything from your world during the Haunt. However, for many years, before she became queen, I always brought her back some chocolate. I’d leave it where she could find it, but not know who brought it. I still do it. Last year it was Rolos. She likes them.”

Lyssa remembered

Rhoswen mentioning chocolate. Like Jacob, she wasn’t entirely sure what was real or fantasy when it came to her half sister.

While their familial connection was a striking fact in itself, it remained to be seen whether it would be a biological fact only, or something more significant to the two of them. She already knew it was inordinately significant to Rhoswen.

“What has changed for her, Lord Keldwyn?” she asked. “My Fae abilities might be the trigger that brought me here, but why am I such an issue for her?

You say she is a good queen, but so far all I have seen is irrational anger, driven by pain that seems far too fresh to be connected to our father’s death a thousand years ago.”

Keldwyn showed no surprise that she’d figured out the blood link between them. “Rhoswen had to fight something very similar to your Territory Wars here.

She became queen about three hundred years ago, after many battles between the four castles that had to do with centuries of poison seeded by her mother and descendants of King Dagda. Like your own Council, there were very different ideas of the role of the mortal world. Suffice it to say, in the end, Rhoswen sat on the Unseelie throne. Tabor, descendant of Dagda, now sits on the Seelie one, thank all the gods, and that poison has been eliminated. But in order to make that happen, Rhoswen had to take her mother’s life. Tabor kill ed two of his brothers.”

As Lyssa’s brow creased, he nodded. “It resulted in years of instability, fear and quick, brutal justice for any uprisings supporting the old factions. That was when Rhoswen completely shut down the doors to the mortal world. Human crossings have been rare, exceptional circumstances only these past few decades. It was not only to protect the Fae. After the wars, our numbers had dwindled. Fae were stealing children, bringing them here. Once the children ate or drank in our world, they could never be returned, parents left bereft with no knowledge of what had happened to their offspring.”

Lyssa could imagine something like that only too well. It must have reflected on her face, because Keldwyn’s expression for once showed genuine emotion, a deep chagrin.

“As I said, it was a horrific time. But the Fae numbers still haven’t recovered, because our birthrate has slowed to an alarming rate. Some believe it is because we have cut ourselves off from the lifeblood of the mortal world, that there is an essential lifeline between our worlds that helps feed balance, fertility. Rhoswen herself may even have begun to believe that, but she will be cautious, because she’s seen the abuses that happen on both sides.”

Lyssa considered that. “Allright. But that still doesn’t explain why she wants to hate me so much.”

“Because your father was high on the list to be chosen for the Unseelie throne.” Keldwyn turned to face her, coming to a halt. “When he was executed by virtue of Tabor’s brother and Rhoswen’s mother, that cloud of suspicion and anger hung over Rhoswen’s head for many centuries. But now, it is well past time to name a successor. She has discretion to choose, but it must be sanctioned by her Council and the Fae themselves. And thanks to court gossip, not from me”—he gave her a straight, stern look that said it was the truth—“the rumor has spread that there is another daughter of Reghan, one with a child.”

“Kane is a vampire.” Lyssa’s gaze snapped to Keldwyn’s face.

“Yes. One with Fae blood. Not just yours, but that of your father. My lady, you came from vampire
and
Fae royal lines. Your servant has reincarnated three times to be at your side, and was turned into a vampire of inexplicable power
by accident
. I think it’s safe to say that your son will be far more than a mere vampire.”

The music coming from the village was getting louder, an irresistible melody that called the feet to dance. While Lyssa tried to quell her reaction to his words, Keldwyn took her arm, resumed walking.

“And that is all I will be saying today, Lady Lyssa.

You are intelligent enough to figure out the rest, when Fate chooses to unfold the other pieces before you.” She knew not to waste effort persuading him otherwise, but she wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “Have you seen Catriona yet? Is she well ?”

It was the most personal question she’d ever asked him. Though she looked for some change in his face, she saw none. However, she noted that he paused before he answered.

“When a Fae is freed after such a long time, there is a period of adjustment. She is here, in our world, but she has gone to ground, to heal. I am respecting that, for now.”

She thought there was more to it than that, but she left it alone. The music was swirling around her in earnest, demanding that she notice the sun touching her hair and warming her dress, the fact that they were coming into a vill age filled with laughter, excited cries and wonderful food smells. “Where are you taking me?”

“This is the merchant pavilion area for the Samhain celebration. I assume all women like to shop.”

“I have no currency here.”

“I’m sure I can cover any purchases you wish to make.”

Lyssa’s first thought was she wished Jacob could see it, because it was a snapshot from a Tolkien novel. Pennants and pavilions in multiple colors stretched out through the streets of the village, filling every corner. The crowds checking out the wares were an astonishing array. She saw small gnomes stumping out of the way of lumbering giants. A woman passed them with a small pet dragon on her shoulder, the tail curled around her upper arm. As she moved, she phased in and out of the colors of the pavilions, a rainbow chameleon, the creature cheeping softly on her shoulder, changing colors with her. Handsome men in tunics wore short daggers and soft, thigh high boots, escorting lovely women in dresses like hers, only trimmed in more jewels.

The air was full of flying Fae of various sizes, cutting above the crowd in aerial acrobatics, and amusing themselves by occasionally tossing out small projectiles. They would explode in the air, raining everything from glitter dust, flower petals or the occasional shower of acorns or pebbles on the shoulders and heads of the earth-bound, resulting in laughter or good-natured threats.

In this world, all these mysterious, remarkable creatures were not remarkable to one another at all.

They hawked and bargained, flirted and scowled.

They sat down to scratch their backs against a tent pole, or drank a tankard, legs stretched out, relaxing as they appraised those who passed.

“Care for a mask to scare the mortals?” Keldwyn inquired, stopping at one stall and lifting it for her inspection. It appeared to be a scrap of bark with eyeholes, but when he lifted it up to his face and let it go, it hovered there. Now he had a monstrous visage that enhanced his natural features, the eyes large, dark pits of hell fire, mouth stretched with sharp teeth, pointed ears swept downward and back for a more menacing, animal-like form of aggression.

“Impressive,” Lyssa said, reaching up to touch it. It still felt like the bark, though her fingers phased through the magical energy.

“From what I hear, she already scares the kiddies with her looks.” That remark came from a crone sitting in the booth, working another scrap in her hands with a knife and what looked like a scraper for skinning. “But if you want to make yourself even more frightening, miss, you can have that for a bargain.”

“ A
Fae bargain
. Two words fraught with peril.” Keldwyn snorted. Ignoring the woman’s rude gesture, he lay the mask down and took Lyssa’s elbow again. “Pay them no mind,” he murmured, moving her away from the booth.

“You thought as much yourself when you saw me.

It’s to be expected.” She was resolved that no one but Jacob would ever know she was vain enough to be hurt by it.

Keldwyn made a warning noise, just as she was brought up short by a tug at her elbow. Looking down, she then had to look up, following the small Fae as she moved from Lyssa’s elbow up to the level of her face. The fairy was the size of a doll, but obviously a young adult, like those Lyssa had seen flitting across the meadows this morning. It was in the curious, open eyes, the set of the mouth, the somewhat cocky-yet-not-quite-confident demeanor.

That, and the small cluster of similar-looking Fae males and females hovering nearby, suggested it. Despite the dwindling numbers of offspring, young Fae still ran in packs like any other teenagers.

“Will you show us what you look like, as a Fae?

They said it’s like nothing no one has ever seen. Do you fly? Will you fly with us?”

Lyssa glanced at Keldwyn and he shrugged, though she thought there was an indulgent look hovering around his eyes. The male definitely had a soft spot for children. Despite that, she noted the young Fae kept her between herself and Keldwyn, obviously finding the High Court liaison far more intimidating than Lyssa.