The Gray Wolf Throne (46 page)

Suitors

Gerard Montaigne wasn’t the only one interested in a match with raisa. As word spread throughout the Seven realms that the missing princess heir had resurfaced and would be crowned Queen of the Fells, the flow of suitor gifts recommenced, from inside and outside the queendom. it was a mixed blessing. raisa still hoped to put off marriage as long as possible, but her coffers were nearly empty and she wanted to continue to support the Briar rose Ministry in ragmarket and Southbridge.

To everyone else, an unmarried crown princess was seen as a loose end that should be either clipped or knitted up as soon as possible.

Dissonant messages of consolation on her mother’s death and congratulations on her impending coronation arrived from the other monarchs in the realms, salted with opening bids in the marriage auction. Some offered younger sons who needed thrones to sit upon, others suggested the joining of the Fells to 400

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“kingdoms” as far away as Bruinswallow and we’enhaven.

Although raisa
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’Marianna was not yet crowned, and rumor had it she was keeping a thief as a paramour, and that she likely had a hand in Queen Marianna’s death, most were willing to overlook that in consideration of the queendom’s mineral-rich holdings. They’d heard the northern queens were all witches anyway.

everyone abroad seemed eager to help a young orphaned queen govern her queendom. everyone at home seemed anxious to get her married off as soon as possible, as long as it was to their favorite.

The klemath brothers re-emerged as suitors amid a plethora of local hopefuls.

The foremost marriage candidate from the uplands was reid nightwalker. He spent more time in the capital than raisa could ever remember, because of his assignment to Averill’s guard. The Demonai warrior launched a quiet courtship—bringing gifts of fur throws and leatherwork and clan-made jewelry, perfumes and aromatics from the markets. Clearly, he hoped to follow in Averill’s footsteps, and marry a queen.

raisa and nightwalker took long walks through the gardens sometimes, her Gray wolves following a respectful distance behind. Sometimes they rode into the hills surrounding the Vale, but always with an escort. nightwalker listened more than he spoke, and he didn’t push as hard as he had in the past to go beyond kisses and caresses.

i could do worse, raisa thought, as a political match, anyway.

She ticked off the advantages: nightwalker was unquestionably committed to Fellsian interests. He wouldn’t be trying to make 401

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the Fells a minor province in a faraway realm. He would support her efforts to clean up the Dyrnnewater and keep the wizard Council in check. A marriage to him would reinforce the ties between the clans and the Gray wolf line.

And it would serve the Bayars right, after all of their plotting and scheming to marry raisa off to Micah.

All in all, nightwalker seemed like the safest choice, the same one her mother had made. on the personal side, at least he was closer to her age than Averill had been to her mother’s. He was lithe and graceful and handsome. Although it was unlikely he would remain faithful to her, that wouldn’t affect the line, at least.

Micah Bayar was another matter. with raisa’s return, he abruptly left off his pursuit of Mellony. As a result, Mellony moped about, tearful and sullen much of the time, trying raisa’s patience.

you’re just thirteen, raisa thought. And a princess. Get used to it.

Me, i’m done with romantic entanglements. everybody i get involved with is either forbidden or unavailable or mad at me.

For instance: Han Alister was by turns brisk and businesslike, cold and unreadable, or slightly mocking. He deftly deflected or ignored raisa’s many attempts to restore or rekindle their friendship.

They’d had one “tutoring session,” and it had been a disaster.

Alone together in her privy chamber, she’d rattled on like a run-away horse, dissecting the politics at court until she was entirely bored with herself.

Han had sat there clenching the arms of his chair, stony-faced and glaze-eyed, like he wasn’t hearing half of what she said. raisa 402

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was exquisitely aware of him, constantly measuring the physical and emotional distance between them.

Their next two sessions had been canceled and rescheduled—

once by him, for undisclosed reasons, and once by raisa because of a conflicting meeting.

why does he even bother? she thought. i am at a total loss for what to say to him that would do any good. i don’t know how to go about rebuilding trust between us—or if that’s even possible.

There is one thing i can do, raisa thought. i can’t give Han Alister a pedigree, but i can give him a title. And a home to replace the one that was burnt on Marianna’s orders. Maybe that would make him feel more secure—more at ease at court.

She thrust away the nagging thought that neither her father nor the Bayars would be happy about it.

i’m not here to make them happy, she told herself.

plans for her coronation proceeded amid the hard work of governing. invitations to the coronation ball were sent out, and acceptances flooded back from throughout the Seven realms.

Some were likely curiosity-seekers who wanted to see what the headstrong princess heir would do next now that she was on her own, without maternal supervision.

Those who hoped to woo and wed her would come, for fear she might be married off in a hurry and they would miss an opportunity.

others were no doubt looking to enjoy a week of hospital-ity at somebody else’s expense. or maybe they were eager to see what a real witch looked like.

Most of the thanes from Arden declined, citing the demands of 403

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the ongoing war. But, to raisa’s surprise, king Geoff Montaigne of Arden sent word that he would attend, along with his queen and two children.

He must be feeling more confident about his hold on the throne, raisa thought; to leave Arden at this time. From what the queendom’s spies reported, Geoff had mustered near unanimous support among the war-weary southern thanes.

raisa hoped he wasn’t another Gerard. At least this Montaigne was already married.

There was no response from Tamron, either from the Tomlins or Gerard Montaigne. She guessed that was a good thing—it would be awkward to have two kings of Arden in attendance.

Meanwhile, Lord Hakkam’s negotiations with Gerard’s representatives dragged on.

raisa submitted to multiple fittings under Magret’s supervision. She needed a dress for the coronation ceremony itself, a gown for the ball, dresses for all the parties that would occur before and after. it wouldn’t do for raisa to wear the same thing to more than one party.

“Maybe i could just swap with somebody,” raisa groused.

“we shouldn’t be spending this kind of money on clothes i’ll probably wear once.”

Magret rolled her eyes. “As if anyone could fit into your clothes,” she said. “And you would swim in anybody else’s. A coronation happens once in your life, your Highness. As does a wedding,” she added pointedly.

raisa made sure that Mellony was well outfitted also. She hoped that the series of social events would lift her younger sister out of her funk. And, indeed, while raisa tolerated the fittings, 404

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they seemed to cheer Mellony considerably. raisa’s younger sister loved trying on clothes. Like Marianna, she was fond of parties.

There were long sessions in the Cathedral Temple with Speaker Jemson, rehearsing for the coronation. That’s my life from here on in, raisa thought dispiritedly. one ceremony after another. But Speaker Jemson was kind and funny. He took the coronation seriously, but it helped that he didn’t take himself too seriously.

The Gray wolves had been assigned to raisa’s personal guard, and so would play an important role in the coronation ceremony.

At rehearsals, they stood stiff and solemn, brows furrowed in concentration. in a way, it made it worse that they were friends.

raisa knew they would never forgive themselves if they made some misstep that marred her big day.

raisa missed her easy camaraderie with the wolves. They were constantly around her, but now the barrier of rank stood between them. it was hard to relax with someone who came to attention whenever you entered the room.

Amon had carried the waterwalker staff Dimitri had given raisa all the way from oden’s Ford. They resumed practice with it, three times a week, in the barracks yard. it was a good work-out but, more important, it was the only alone time she had with Amon these days. it allowed them private conversations, away from listeners in the palace walls.

Four days after she announced her appointment of Han to the wizard’s Council, raisa walked back from the stables at dusk after a long ride across the Vale with reid Demonai and an entourage of guards. She was flushed and sweaty, muscles loose, the tension dissipated by hours in the saddle. She and nightwalker had parted with a kiss at the stable door.

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He wanted more than that, of course. expected more by now.

She just wished she could conjure up a little more enthusiasm.

Talia Abbott and Trey Archer were on guard outside her room. raisa paused in front of her door and smiled at Talia.

“How is Sergeant Greenholt settling in?” she asked. pearlie Greenholt, Talia’s Ardenine girlfriend, was new to the Fells. The former weapons master at wien House, she’d been named sergeant under the new Captain Byrne.

“She likes it well enough, your Highness,” Talia said with studied politeness. “Thank you for asking.”

raisa raised an eyebrow. “really?”

Talia snickered. “She says it’s too bloody cold up here and she’s tired of walking on a slant all the time. plus she misses the fresh fruits and greens we had year ’round at the Ford. Says all the turnips and cabbage give her the farts.”

raisa laughed, knowing pearlie would be mortified if she knew what secrets Talia was sharing with the queen of the Fells.

But Talia, at least, was short on formality.

Back in raisa’s room, her bath waited on its burner, steaming in the chilly air, but Magret was nowhere to be seen. She must be down with one of her headaches, raisa thought. She ordered a light supper sent up, and wearily stripped off her riding breeches, jacket, and underclothes. As she sank into the hot water, her thoughts returned to the question that had been devil-ing her since she lost her temper with her advisers.

Had she made the right decision in putting Han Alister on the wizard Council?

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arrogance? Averill had made it clear he disapproved. it was what Han had wanted, but . . .

She must have fallen asleep. She woke to a hard rap on the door, and assumed it was supper arriving. Climbing from her bath, she toweled off and shrugged into her dressing gown. She walked into the sitting room, but when the sound repeated, she realized it came from the inside door to Han’s suite.

She put her lips to the door. “what do you want?” she said.

“i believe we have an appointment, your Highness,” Han said through the door.

Appointment? oh. right. it was time for their rescheduled tutoring session.

Blood and bones.
She wasn’t ready to face another evening with a cold, distant Han Alister. it was just too painful.

“This isn’t a good time, after all,” raisa said, looking down at bare toes peeking out from under her dressing gown. “Could we meet later in the week?”

“i need to talk to you. now,” he said brusquely. “After a pause, he added, “we had a bargain, right?”

raisa sighed. “yes,” she said. “we did.” She unlocked the door and yanked it open. Han brushed past her into the room, not seeming to notice her state of dress.

She noticed his. Her tailors had been busy. He wore a blue silk coat that matched his eyes, and black trousers made to fit.

Maybe i should ask them to dress him in a burlap, she thought.

He’d be easier to resist.

He walked to the window, rested his hands on the stone sill, and looked out over the city. Han’s back was board straight, feet slightly apart, shoulders square and tense.

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He’s angry, raisa thought. what now?

“i’ve ordered supper,” she said. “Have you eaten? we can talk while we eat.”

“i’m not hungry,” he said, still staring out the window.

“Look,” raisa said, goaded beyond endurance. “There’s no point in meeting if you’re going to—”

“i hear i have a castle on the Firehole river,” Han said to the window. “And a title.”

“oh. yes,” raisa said, in a rush. “i meant to tell you, but i haven’t seen you since i worked out the details. ravengard, it’s called. The castle is good sized, stone and timber, though in need of repairs. There’s quite a bit of property with it, good hunting and pasturage. A few outbuildings. not so good for farming, but—”

“Don’t you think it would have been a good idea to tell me?” Han said, swinging around to face her. “it’s the talk of the court.

i’m the last to know about it.”

“i meant to tell you,” raisa said. “it just slipped my mind. i didn’t realize word was out.” But of course it was. rumors spread at court like the night itches in ragmarket.

“i thought you’d be happy. To have a home, i mean,” she added lamely. She’d hoped that property and a title would help bridge the chasm between them.