The Black Mage: Candidate (12 page)

I wished Darren would look up and realize I was here.

The king finally spotted me. He watched me as the seconds passed, not a word was spoken.

Blayne cleared his throat. “Father, I invited Lady Ryiah to join us.”

The non-heir looked up, startled. The king’s gaze narrowed into two small pins.

What do I do?

Darren’s eyes met mine, and he coughed loudly, making a quick gesture with his hand.

Memory returned and embarrassment flooded my cheeks. I dipped into a steep curtsy with a softly mumbled, “My liege.”

The king’s gaze fell from mine, and I was released from his spell.

Darren rushed forward to take my arm and called for a hovering servant to bring an extra chair. “Sorry,” he said under his breath, “I didn’t know you’d be joining us. I thought after the long ride you’d want to sleep.”

“I didn’t know I was,” I whispered. I jerked my chin in Blayne’s direction. “Your brother was the one who brought me here.”

After the servant had returned with an extra setting, I took a seat at Darren’s right, furthest from the king who had gone back to his drink. The room was uncomfortably silent. I wondered if it had anything to do with my added presence, or if this was how meals usually went for the royal family.

“So… Lady Ryiah, how have you found your stay so far?”

I forced myself to smile across the table. “Delightful. Thank you for asking, Blayne.”

“And your new chambers? Were they to your liking?”

“They were.”

Blayne continued to press one banal question after the other, and I continued to offer up stilted replies. Darren squeezed my hand under the table, resting his wrist against my lap. He was smiling at his brother, as if grateful to him for making polite conversation, but I didn’t believe the heir’s act for a moment.

Luckily the focus on me only lasted for a couple of minutes. The king finished his wine and growled at the servants for a new bottle. Then he turned to scowl at his sons, ignoring my presence.

“Blayne. My advisors tell me the ambassador is set to arrive by the end of this week. Have you seen to the preparations?”

“Yes, father. I met with the scholars just yesterday to discuss foreign policy.”

“And custom?”

Blayne yawned, unperturbed. “Custom. Fare. Dress. And whatever else those barbarians insist on as part of their meaningless culture—”

The king cut him off. “It might be meaningless, but it will be one you breathe for as long as Duke Cassius is present.”

“It will be my utmost concern.”

“Don’t use that tone with me, boy. If you had wooed the Borean princess the way you were supposed to we wouldn’t be stuck hosting King Joren’s brother in the first place. You know how I distrust those Pythians.”

Blayne’s eyes flitted to me—the real reason he hadn’t been able to win over Shina. If his brother hadn’t fallen in love with a lowborn, Darren never would have come between Blayne and Shinako in the first place.

I cringed and waited. This was why Blayne had been so kind to me earlier. I should have known. Trick the lowborn into coming to dinner, and then offer her up as the sacrificial lamb to his father’s aggression. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected the treachery so soon, but that didn’t make it any less upsetting.

The corner of the prince’s lip turned up, like the two of us were sharing a secret.

I am definitely a lamb.
I looked to Darren panicked but he just shook his head.
What are you doing?
I wanted to scream.
Stop him!

“Yes,” Blayne said slowly. “Those Pythians are a nasty bunch. Don’t you worry, father, I know my role well.” He coughed loudly. "I can always have a lady or two keep him company when he grows restless.”

“He has a wife,” the king growled. “Unless you wish to insult him and make a mockery of our court, you will do no such thing.”

“Come now, Father, everyone knows the noblemen take a lover or two during their travels. Even their wives. Why, it’s a common enough saying: the longer at sea, the more lovers she keeps.”

I let out a stilted breath of relief. Blayne had changed the subject with the barest brush of his words.

The king just made a disbelieving scoff and then turned to his youngest with a scowl. “And you,
you
will help your brother win their favor.”

Darren didn’t bat an eye. “Yes, Father.”

“You understand how important the alliance is.” The words were ominous.

The prince nodded.

“Good.” The king sprawled back in his chair as a servant refilled his drink. He kept his eyes on his youngest. “Because if you don’t, this entire kingdom will fall to Caltoth. And when it does? Your lowborn wife will be the first blood I spill.”

My lungs ceased to work. The goblet I’d been drinking from sloshed scarlet into my lap.
I shouldn’t be here.
I started to stand but Darren’s grip on my hand tightened, pulling me back down.

“Blayne will not fail in his task,” Darren said. Calmly. Rationally. “I will help him succeed, Father. Ryiah will too. She was with me when the Caltothians attacked. She has witnessed their brutality first hand.”

“Which will be nothing compared to mine.” The king set down his goblet just as a servant entered with a scroll. I watched as he skimmed its contents and then pushed back his chair, clearing his throat. “I am needed in the war chambers. It appears the rebels have struck Port Cyri again. I want the two of you to join me.”

Both princes stood. “Yes, Father.”

“And Darren, make sure this lowborn doesn’t embarrass our court when the Pythians arrive.”

****

Of all the exciting ways I had envisioned my time in the king’s palace, spending my days in the Grand Chamber wasn’t one of them. Two masters of decorum drilled highborn etiquette into my ears until I was certain I’d go mad. When it wasn’t the proper address or the correct way to curtsy it was my expectations as a princess and those were even worse. I believe the phrase “sire a son” was repeated so often my cheeks would be permanently inflamed.

Darren wasn’t even nearby. He was in the palace, but he might as well have been deployed. He and Blayne were stuck tending to Crown affairs the entire week. I didn’t even have the pleasure of dining at his side—the king had ordered the servants to bring all their meals into the war chambers.

I couldn’t bear the thought of the great long hall on my own so I spent most of my meals in the kitchens. Luckily for me the cook, Benny, was there, and he was more than willing to entertain an awkward girl.

True to his word, he had taken a bride shortly after Priscilla left the premises. When he wasn’t feeding me pasties or complaining about his demanding new wife, he was telling me tales of Darren as a child.

It wasn’t hard to notice almost all of the stories took place after the prince’s sixth year.

“What was Darren like before?”

The cook pursed his lips. “A terror.”

I started to laugh—until I caught the serious gleam in his eyes. “A terror? Surely you are talking about Blayne.”

The man shook his head. “That one used to pick fights with anything that breathed. He was the complete opposite of his brother in fact.”

I leaned closer on the counter. “Blayne was the ‘nice’ one?” What the palace must have been like if that were true.

“You see the boys as the men they are now.” Benny pulled out another tray of scones and began heaping them on racks to cool. “They were much different back then.”

“What changed?”

“Well…” The cook frowned. “One of the healers swears up and down the boys were brought into the infirmary one night—Blayne the worst of the two—and Darren still clutching a knife.”

My stomach churned, and I set down my juice, all appetite lost. “Do you think Darren…?”

“All I know for certain is the king commissioned Commander Audric to start training him for the School of Knighthood the very next day.”

“And Blayne?”

“Different than before. More outspoken, colder… I dare say like the one you know now.”

What happened?
I stared at my glass in dismay.
What would make Darren attack his older brother?
Blayne was terrible—I had my own experience to attest to that, but if what Benny said was true then the heir hadn’t always been that way.

A wave of cold swept across my skin. “Did Blayne ever try to hurt Darren?”

The man shook his head. “If you had known him then, you would have never even thought to ask.”

“Do you…” I swallowed, thinking of what Darren had done at our ascension. And what he was rumored to have done years before to his own brother. “Do you think Blayne hates him because of it?” Their discourse was always frosty, and while I had assumed it a natural progression to their relationship, I now had to wonder if it was something darker to do with their past.

“My dear.” Benny’s eyes met mine. “Blayne doesn’t hate his brother. He loves him. Darren is the only person that boy has
ever
cared for, beside himself.”

“But…
why
? If Darren—”

“Why not?” The man shrugged. “It doesn’t have to make sense. They fight and they yell, but in the end they are brothers. Blood carries a much stronger pull than their hate.”

“But—”

“Darren feels the same way about Blayne.”

“He doesn’t.” I was certain.

Benny’s eyes narrowed. “Have you asked him?”

“N-no, but I know...” I trailed off.
How did Darren feel about his own brother?
I had never bothered to ask. I had assumed he put up with Blayne as the heir but...
love
? Did he
love
the same person who had tried to hurt Ella? The same person who had tormented me? Was he struck by guilt for their past?

“They are brothers,” Benny repeated softly. “That is a bond you cannot break.”

****

“And we meet again.”

I glanced up to see Paige waiting in the corridor. She had one arm propped behind her head and the other hand looped around her belt.

I grinned. “You have guard duty tonight? I was beginning to think my favorite knight was a figment of my imagination.”

She slid into step with me as we turned the corner. Was that a smile I saw cross her face? “No imagination, my lady, they’ve got—”

A cloaked arm reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me into the dark hallway beyond. I opened my mouth to scream—one hand reaching for my dagger’s hilt through my heavy skirts and calling on my magic to light the room—just as Paige leapt forward, her broadsword already drawn and calling for back up.

My attacker released me just before my casting or Paige’s blade could reach him, chuckling as the black hood fell from his face.

It was Darren.

And he was laughing. “Good to know you haven’t gone soft.”

My guard shot the prince an irritable expression. “My apologies, your highness, but that wasn’t very appropriate.”

Darren just shook his head, trying to hide the half-smile from his lips. “How else am I supposed to make sure this one has kept up with her training? You, Paige, were
exceptional,
but Ryiah here was a little slow.”

“Slow?” I took a step forward and shoved at his chest. “Let me assault
you
in a dark corridor!”

He smirked. “You are welcome to try.”

I started to retort but Darren tugged on my hand and gave Paige a pointed look. “If my father sends men to look for me tell them I’m not here.”

“I most certainly will not.”

“Paige,” I begged. This was the most I had seen Darren since I arrived, and five months prior. “Please?”

The knight scowled. “I will not lie when I say I did not see where you went.”

“Paige—”

She huffed loudly. “My eyes are shut.”

“Come on!” Darren pulled me into the great library behind. I was giggling so hard I was caught off-guard when the prince abruptly turned and shoved me up against the door, shutting it and trapping me in the same move.

“Darren,” I stammered. “There could be people…”

He put one finger to my lips. “I sent them away before you arrived.”

“How did you know I was—”

“Who do you think had the scholars send orders to meet?”

“That was you?”

“Ryiah.” The non-heir was smiling. “Do you really want to talk right now?”

No.
No, I didn’t.
I shook my head vehemently.

“Good.” Darren tilted my chin. “Because I’ve been waiting to do this all day.”

“Only today?” I inhaled sharply as he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me in close.

“Every day.”

His lips found mine in the dark.

And just like kindling, my whole body went up in flames.

The two of us were lost. In a moment. He was barely holding me and already I was melting.

Then, he deepened the kiss.

And my knees threatened to give out.

“Darren,” was all I could whisper.

His lips fell to the hollow at my throat.

I dug my nails into his shoulder to keep from crying out as he pushed me back against the door, garnet eyes flaring.

“Do you remember our first year at the Academy, Ryiah?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You remember that time I kissed you in the hall?” The words were unsteady and ragged.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“That wasn’t the first time I thought of kissing you.” The corner of Darren’s lip twitched as he fought back a smile. “It was just the first time I thought you wouldn’t light me on fire for trying.”

“It wasn’t?” I exhaled softly. “But you hated me…”

“I never hated you, Ryiah.” The prince laughed low. “I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were the only girl who ever made it a point to tell me how little you thought of me. Gods—” His eyes danced. “You looked so proud that first night you came down the ladder spitting my words back in my face. I knew that moment I had made a mistake assuming you were like the others.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I just refused to admit it.”

“And to think that whole time I just wanted to strangle you.”

He shook his head with a knowing smile. “Liar.”

I blushed, remembering all the times Darren had left me flustered and weak.