BAELAN: Fantasy Romance (Zhekan Mates Book 4) by E.A. James (27)

HUEN - ZHEKAN MATES - BOOK #2

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Huen

 

“Huen!” Deratha snapped. “You’re not even paying attention!”

 

Huen Covendane sighed, raking a hand through his fair hair and rolling his eyes. “Mother, you can’t possibly have anything new to say to me that you haven’t said before,” he groaned. “Can’t you please just leave me in peace?”

 

Deratha’s brown eyes raged with an angry fire. “Son, you have disrespected your father and me for the last time!”

 

“Good,” Huen said sarcastically. “Now maybe you’ll leave me alone and stay off my back!”

 

Deratha sighed. She sat down in the wooden chair at Huen’s desk, scowling as she looked over the mess of paper and ink.

 

“What’s this,” she asked, plucking a piece of parchment and holding it high in the air. “Huen, you can’t tell me you’ve been studying again,” she added, making the word sound worse that the most heinous insult.

 

“I haven’t,” Huen lied.

 

Deratha closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Son, I understand you are frustrated,” she said. “But this is not the life for you, do you understand?”

 

“We’ve only been through this about a thousand times,” Huen said sulkily.

 

Deratha looked at her son. For a moment, she seemed to soften. Then she pressed her lips into a firm line of bloodless white.

 

“I do not understand why I was cursed with a son like you,” she said, getting to her feet. Although Deratha was only in her mid-fifties, her back slumped like that of an old woman.

 

Huen shrugged and snorted. “I have no idea,” he said, trying to conceal his bitter anger and sadness. “I know you’d be much happier if I were someone like Aerdan.”

 

“Do not sneer the name of the Commander,” Deratha said angrily. “Huen, I can’t believe you!”

 

Huen glared at his mother. “Mother, are you serious? Aerdan is my closest friend,” he said. “But unlike me, he is reformed. That is what I was referring to.”

 

Deratha shook her head. “You are impossible,” she said. She reached into her robes and pulled out a small leather envelope. “This is for you,” she said. “From Eris. I would read it over and make her a hasty reply if I were you.”

 

Huen reached for the letter, fully intending to burn it without reading. “Yes, Mother,” he said. “Is there anything else?”

 

Deratha looked at her son for a long time. “Huen, I love you most dearly,” she said. “And I can tell you’re not quite happy as you are…why not embrace the Zhekan way and your heritage? Wouldn’t that make your heart content?”

 

“No,” Huen said sourly. “I do not think it would.”

 

Deratha shook her head, muttering under her breath as she left Huen’s chamber. Once she was gone, Huen bolted across the stone floor, shut the door, and locked it with a satisfied smirk.

 

It’s been over a month, and she refuses to let me be, Huen thought angrily to himself. He crossed the floor and flopped onto his bed, the crumpled parchment from Eris still clutched in his hand. He thought about balling it up and tossing it on the grate of the fire. But after a moment, curiosity got the best of him and he broke the wax seal and began to read.

 

“My betrothed,

 

You cannot imagine the pain and sorrow you have brought to my family, and to me. I was always raised to think of myself as an ideal bride, and I am sorry I have failed to meet your expectation. I—“

 

“That’s enough,” Huen muttered under his breath. He ripped the parchment into shreds and threw them at the ceiling, watching as they fluttered back down towards him like confetti.

 

The trouble had started long ago. Zhekan men have always been expected to wed before the age of thirty, and Huen was no exception. While he was a child, Deratha had arranged for Huen to wed Eris, a distant royal cousin. She was a perfectly suitable girl – pretty, meek, and skilled in the art of sorcery.

 

And boring, Huen thought, remembering the simpering way Eris had greeted him during their one and only chaperoned visit. I can barely recall anything unique about her!

 

Huen had known the day would come, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon. On the morning of his thirtieth birthday, he’d woken up feeling exactly the same. He’d known that he wouldn’t be able to wed Eris.

 

So, instead of doing the right thing, Huen fled. He rode his stallion through the woods all day, quietly contemplating what would happen when he returned to the grand house just outside of the castle where he lived. He had known his mother would be angry.

 

What he hadn’t known was that his mother would sentence him to manual labor as punishment for disobeying her. It’s ridiculous, Huen thought, staring angrily at his ceiling. I’m a grown man – why am I supposed to listen to my mother? I’m not a little boy anymore.

 

Now, Huen spent backbreaking days out in the hot sun, carrying stones and buckets of water with Zhekan peasants. He suspected the true intention of the punishment was not to break him physically, but rather humiliate him, as he had humiliated Deratha, his father Atrian, and the whole kingdom of Zheka…not to mention poor Eris, who had been led away from the altar in tears.

 

Huen knew that as soon as he agreed to wed Eris, the punishment would stop. But despite hating the physical exertion of his new day to day life, Huen wasn’t willing to stoop so low.

 

“I’ll only marry when I find the right girl,” Huen had told Deratha. “And you can do whatever you want, but you won’t change my mind.”

 

Atrian had taken pity on his son and offered him many visits to the royal brothel. But Huen was no naïve young man – he’d seduced and bedded many of the girls around the kingdom. At first, it had been fun. But as he’d begun to age, Huen found casual lovemaking less satisfying than ever before. Why it’s better to stroke my own cock than spending an hour making eyes at some wench, Huen thought, rolling his eyes and turning over in bed. These girls are so boring, it’s all the same! Oh, Huen, how strong you are! Oh, Huen, what big muscles you have! It’s like they’re praising a horse for its fine teeth and build.

 

Huen sat up in bed and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Even though it was still very early in the morning, the weather outside was scorching hot. The idea of carrying heavy boulders on his back made Huen cringe with distaste, and he decided that he was going to take the day off.

 

It’s not like Mother can find another way to punish me, Huen thought arrogantly as he pulled on leather trousers and a tunic top. What is she going to do, send me to the dungeons?

 

After filling a skin with water, Huen sauntered out of his chamber, down the spiral stone staircase, and outside into the bright sun. A breeze blew his fair hair and he closed his eyes as a smile spread across his face. Huen walked to the stables and saddled his stallion, Vlad, before mounting the giant black beast and setting off for the castle.

 

Aerdan will be happy to see me, Huen thought as he rode. It’s been far too long since we spent a day riding through the woods.

 

At the castle gates, Huen sent a message for Aerdan and waited, staring into the moat. Crocodiles swam through the murky waters. If Mother forces me to marry Eris, I’ll dive into the waters of the moat, Huen thought, shuddering with self-pity. I’d rather die than spend the rest of my life chained to someone who doesn’t understand me at all.

 

When Aerdan appeared, Huen grinned.

 

“Friend,” Aerdan said. He smirked. “How are you on this hot day?”

 

Huen shrugged. “I’m not working today,” he said. “I felt like I deserved a little…vacation.”

 

Aerdan burst out laughing. “You wish every day to be a vacation,” he said. “Come, to the royal stables. Tlatse will be saddled and waiting.”

 

The two men walked to the stables, joking and laughing.

 

“Cousin,” Aerdan said. “I realize this isn’t something you want to hear, but have you ever considered finding a bride on your own?”

 

Huen wrinkled his nose. “The royal women are so boring,” he said. “I do not wish to spend the rest of my life being talked down to by some aspiring debutante who thinks herself better than I.”

 

Aerdan laughed. “They’re not all bad,” he said.

 

Huen groaned. “Easy for you to say,” he said bitterly. “You found someone perfectly suitable, and she isn’t even a Zhekan native!”

 

Aerdan rolled his eyes. “Do not bring Angelica into this,” he said. “Huen, you need to…well, you need to adjust your expectations. Many arranged matches turn into love, don’t you see that?”

 

Huen stared at his friend. “And yet, if someone had said the same to you…”

 

Aerdan chuckled. “Perhaps you are correct,” he said. “But I have a feeling that the difference lies here.” He tapped the side of his forehead. “You have ideas above your station,” he added quietly. “You know men in this land are not born to be scholars.” Aerdan puffed out his chest and held up his arm, showing off his bulging biceps. “We are born to be powerful men,” Aerdan added.

 

Huen sighed in disgust. “Don’t remind me,” he said. “You’re beginning to sound like my mother!”

 

Aerdan laughed. “It’s true,” he said. “You have to give up on that stupid notion of yours, you’re never going to become a scholar.”

 

Huen sighed again. Deep down, he wondered if his friend wasn’t correct – it was unlikely. There was no such thing as a learned man in Zheka. The Royals and high-born men were taught to read and write, and that was precisely the end of their education. But since he was a child, Huen had dreamt of learning languages and knowledge, mathematics, the physical sciences, and poetry. Books called to him – they’d held the same alluring siren song since he was just a boy. Huen had hoped his urges to study would fade with age, but if anything, they had grown stronger than ever before.

 

“I cannot take a wife among these women,” Huen said, glancing around as a large bunch of royal women walked past, simpering and tossing their heads. “They would lord over me until the day of my death.”

 

Aerdan shrugged. He had a goofy look on his normally handsome, distinguished face. “It’s different when you fall in love,” he said.

 

Huen rolled his eyes. “Indeed,” he said bitterly. “Easy for you to say.”

 

The men lapsed into silence as Aerdan mounted Tlatse. Soon, they were racing into the woods. Huen was glad for the cool shade of the trees and the leaves. The sound of a babbling brook filled his ears and he sighed with contentment and relaxation.

 

“Perhaps I am not meant for the royal life,” Huen said. “Perhaps I should build a small hut in the woods, and live out the rest of my days.”

 

Aerdan burst out laughing. “And who would cook for you? Who would clean?”

 

“I’d hire someone,” Huen said.

 

Aerdan snickered. “With what money?”

 

Huen groaned. “Stop being so pragmatic,” he said. “Can’t you allow me an escapist fantasy once in a while? Be generous,” he added. “The gods know I indulged you long enough!”

 

Aerdan nodded. “You did,” he said. “But I came of age, and grew into my responsibilities.” He sighed. “You still have some learning to do.”

 

Huen’s eyes flashed with anger. “I’m your best friend, and your cousin,” he said. “Have some sympathy!”

 

Aerdan nodded. “I do,” he said. “But there comes a time when each man needs to grow up. Huen, you’ll get there. Do not worry.”

 

Huen bit his tongue. Instead of engaging Aerdan further, he kicked his heels into Vlad’s side and went racing through the woods. Nothing cleared Huen’s mind like being on the back of a stallion, and he closed his eyes, trusting Vlad to navigate them safely over the treacherous ground. It’s exhilarating, he thought as Vlad soared over a fallen tree trunk. To not have a care in the world except whether or not you’re going to fall! If only I could feel that way all the time, and be content with what I’ve been given in this life!

 

Huen and Aerdan rode together all day until they were sore and sunburnt. Huen dreaded returning home. When he and Aerdan parted ways, Huen was almost tempted to ride back into the woods and spend a cool night below the velvet sky and stars. But instead, he squared his shoulders and walked into the luxurious home, prepared to face Deratha’s wrath.

 

“Mother?” Huen called. “I am home, has supper been served?”

 

Deratha was nowhere to be seen. Huen frowned, stepping into the large kitchen. It was filled with delicious meat-scented smoke and damp, hot air from pots filled with vegetables and stew.

 

Huen reached into the larder and pulled out a crusty roll, some salted ham, and a piece of cheese. He ripped open the roll and stuffed the ham and cheese inside before taking a huge bite and chewing thoroughly.

 

“Son.”

 

Atrian’s booming voice filled Huen’s ears. Huen spat out the mouthful of bread and cheese, trying to look dignified as he whirled around.

 

“Yes?”

 

“You were missing from the labor crew this morning, and again at sundown,” Atrian boomed. “I went to inspect the progress of the bridge, and you were nowhere to be seen.”

 

“I was in a lot of pain this morning,” Huen lied. “I went riding in the woods today.”

 

Atrian narrowed his eyes. He flexed his muscles, looking as large as a tree. “Son, you are forcing me to make a very difficult decision,” he said. “Your mother can no longer handle you – are you seeking punishment?”

 

“You know that I am not,” Huen said defiantly. “But if I break my back working, I won’t be able to find a bride.”

 

Atrian snorted. “You’d do just as well with an injury,” he said. “You don’t wish to wed, anyway.”

 

Huen glared. “I have not found the right bride,” he thundered back. “I will, eventually. I swear it.”

 

“And make some poor girl wed an old man?” Atrian threw his head back and laughed. Even in laughter, the sight of him was intimidating enough to chill Huen’s blood. Atrian was tall and huge, with bulging muscles and tattoos all over his body. His fair hair was braided with beads and feathers and it fanned from his shoulders in an intimidating mane.

 

“Curse you, father,” Huen muttered under his breath. He threw the bread and cheese to the floor, no longer angry. His blood was boiling as he ran out of his grand home, towards the show arena. Huen normally hated to fight – he hated the discomfort, the pain, the injuries after. But he was flooded with such strong anger and adrenaline that right now, he knew it was the only thing to do.

 

As Huen reached the outskirts of the castle grounds, he looked over the show arena. Flames licked high into the black night and Huen shivered as the cries and grunts of warriors and showmen filled his ears. With any luck, I’ll be killed, he thought as he quickened his pace to a run. By now, his heart was thudding in his muscular chest and his eyes were wide.

 

The arena was staffed by the lower-class men of Zheka. They barely noticed Huen as he shed his cloak with the royal insignia and walked into the arena.

 

There wasn’t an official event for weeks, but Huen could tell the sweaty men streaked with grime and soot had been practicing all day. An enormous man walked past Huen, covered in scratches and blood stains. Caged lions and tigers paced at the other side of the arena.

 

Or better yet, let me in there, Huen thought, staring at one of the tigers as it gnawed savagely at a huge hunk of raw meat. At least that way, it would be over quickly.

 

Huen puffed out his chest and walked over to the largest man he could find – a massive warrior, tattooed and filthy with sweat and blood. He smelled like a stable, and Huen made a fist and punched the man in the shoulder.

 

“Guh,” the man grunted, whirling around with anger in his eyes.

 

“Fight me,” Huen said. He bared his teeth and growled, stepping in nimble circles around the man. Huen wasn’t as large as some of the Zhekan men, but he was quick and slender, with a well-defined body and an even more agile mind. He’d rarely lost a fight, but right now, Huen was in the blackest of moods.

 

The man grunted and glared, walking closer to Huen with heavy footsteps.

 

Huen made a fist and swung, expecting to punch the man in the jaw. But the man was surprisingly quick for his size, and he grabbed Huen’s fist and twisted it down, keeping a tight grip. Huen groaned in pain as his wrist snapped. Agony exploded in his arm and he growled, ripping his wrist free from the giant.

 

The man reached forward and grabbed Huen by the hair, tangling his fat fingers in Huen’s fair locks. He swung Huen forward and pushed, hard, until Huen went scrambling to the ground. His heart was racing in panic and his wrist was throbbing in pain as he hauled himself to his feet, skittering back and leaping from one foot to the other.

 

The man advanced and Huen threw another punch, swinging his good arm until his fist connected with the giant’s chest. It felt like punching a wall of marble, and Huen staggered, cradling his now-sore hand with his useless broken wrist. Pain and adrenaline flooded his body as he darted around, flailing his sore hand over his head.

 

Huen stumbled again, tripping over his own feet. The giant man approached, glaring down. From where he lay on the ground, Huen felt even smaller. The giant man roared and raised his leg high into the air, preparing to crash down on Huen’s femur. Huen gasped and rolled to the side just in time for the man’s foot to stamp into the ground. A cloud of dust rose, temporarily blinding Huen. He coughed and hacked, covering his mouth and nose with his left hand. From out of seemingly nowhere, the giant grabbed Huen’s arm and flung him across the arena. Huen skidded and stumbled, regaining his balance. His right arm hung uselessly from his side and adrenaline flooded his brain as he tried to think of how best to win. With a fierce growl, he ran forward and lowered his head, charging his powerful opponent with all of the strength left in his body.

 

Huen sent the giant flying and he immediately attacked punching and kicking. He reached for a staff and whipped it through the air until the blunt end crashed into the man’s head and his eyes rolled back.

 

Huen stood there, his heart beating wildly. Pain racked through his body and he couldn’t even think straight. He shivered and shook. Just then, he noticed a large crowd of men approaching him with menacing expressions on their faces.

 

“Hey, you! Get back here,” one of the men growled. “You can’t just come in here and attack our showmen!”

 

Huen panicked. Turning on his heel, he ran and fled the show arena. As he ran, the pain in his wrist grew. When he looked down, he gasped to see shards of creamy ivory bone poking through his tanned flesh.

 

Huen wouldn’t have admitted it for all the gold in Zheka, but the sight of blood had always made him faintly nauseous. He felt his stomach flip and turn, and his legs turn to jelly as he stared down at his ruined wrist. His eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed, hitting the hard ground like a sack of bricks.

 

“Mother! Look and see!”

 

The girl’s excited cry was the last thing Huen heard before losing consciousness.

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

Aine

 

Aine bent over the unfamiliar man, blinking in surprise. The first thing that struck her was the man’s beauty. He had delicate, sculpted features that looked more like a statue than a real man of flesh and blood. His smooth skin was tanned and golden from days spent in the sun, and his cropped fair hair looked so soft she wanted to run her fingers through it.

 

“Sir?” Aine asked softly. “Sir, what’s happened to you?”

 

A moment later, Aine’s adoptive mother, Mie Brevenswood, darted over with her hands twisted in her apron. When she saw Aine, she narrowed her eyes.

 

“Daughter, best leave the man,” she said. “Come, back to the home. You have not finished your chores.”

 

Aine frowned. “Mother, he’s hurt,” she said. “We should help him.” Aine brushed the stranger’s hair out of his eyes. “He doesn’t look common,” she said. “He looks like a royal.”

 

Mie rolled her eyes. “Aine, come,” she said sternly. “No royal would be caught in this part of Zheka, and you know it.”

 

Aine bit her lip. “Mother…I want to help him,” she said. “Perhaps you could finally teach me the healing arts!”

 

Mie sighed. This wasn’t the first time her headstrong, adopted daughter had brought up wanting to learn the traditional arts of Zhekan women. Normally, at the age of twenty-six, a Zhekan girl like Aine would be well-trained. She’d have a specialty, and she’d be looking for a suitable husband.

 

But Aine wasn’t a Zhekan girl. She’d originally been born in the kingdom of Glasule, abandoned by her parents. Her adoptive father, Thom, had found her wrapped in a blanket in the woods, near the Zhekan border. Mie and Thom hadn’t been able to have children of their own, and Thom had brought the baby girl home as a surprise for his wife.

 

Mie sniffed. “Perhaps,” she said. “But I warn you, daughter, do not go getting ideas above your station. If you care for this man, he is your responsibility. And you must understand that he has the right to leave and never speak to you, not even to thank you. Assuming he is of royal blood, that is,” she added, looking down her nose at the limp body on the ground.

 

Aine smiled. As gently as she could, she slid her arm under the man’s legs and pulled him up against her. He was surprisingly heavy – while lean and slender as a cat, Aine could tell that every inch of his body was muscle and grit. I wonder how he got so hurt, she thought as she looked down at his wounded wrist, wincing at the sight of blood and shards of bone.

 

The stranger murmured and groaned as Aine carried him gently inside the small, crudely hewn cabin where she lived with Mie and Thom.

 

“Mother, I’m going to set him down by the fire,” Aine said softly. “I think he is beginning to stir.”

 

“Very good,” Mie said. “And here,” she added, handing a leather-bound volume to Aine. “Be very careful with this.”

 

“For it is the only book we own,” Aine recited back, having heard her mother’s warning many times over her twenty-six years. Aine couldn’t have named how many hours she’d spent staring at the worn book, with the gold lettering on the spine too faded to read. It was her mother’s spellbook, and Aine had been forbidden from even glancing at the pages.

 

“You will find potions for healing, for draining the infection from the blood,” Mie said. “And you may use this to bind his wrist.” She handed Aine a faded shift.

 

Aine smiled and dipped into a curtsey. “Yes, Mother,” she said.

 

Aine stayed up the whole night, caring for the stranger. She washed and bound his wounds, then brewed a simple potion with trace amounts of wormwood and lavender, meant to ward off infection. Still, the strange man was feverish. His skin was damp and hot all night long, and Aine dabbed at his forehead with a bit of cloth leftover from the shift. By the time the sky was beginning to lighten with the first sign of coming dawn, Aine was exhausted.

 

“Do not think you may rest, daughter,” Mie said in the early morning. “I need you to finish sewing the gauntlets, they were commissioned by a very wealthy man.”

 

Aine stifled a yawn. “Yes,” she said, bowing her head. “I will make sure they are finished by the end of the day.”

 

But even with her leatherwork in her hand, Aine couldn’t stop staring at the stranger. He twitched and shook, trembling and murmuring in his sleep. Aine wondered if he was even conscious of what had happened. She was so curious to find out what had happened to this man that she felt she would burst if she never learned the truth.

 

It was a slow day. Aine’s hands were sore and sloppy at needlework, from a night of ripping worn muslin into strips and stirring heavy, aromatic potions that made her feel sleepy. She repeatedly dozed off, only waking up to the sound of a sharp cough from Mie.

 

Mie and Thom were quite poor. Mie took in sewing from the nobility – she wasn’t overly skilled when it came to potions and spells. Thom had, in his day, been a prize fighter in the shows. Mie liked to tell Aine of the days when they had been prosperous. But now Thom was a lazy drunk. He occasionally did seasonal labor with the farms dotting the Zhekan countryside, but most of their meager income came from Mie and her needlework.

 

Just as Aine was stifling another yawn, the man stirred. He blinked, opening his eyes and looking around. When he saw Aine, his mouth twisted in disgust.

 

“What kind of hell have I gotten myself into now?” The man looked at Aine. “Where am I? What’ve you done with me?” His voice was arrogant and throaty, much lower than Aine would have predicted based on his fair looks.

 

“Sir, do not be angry with me,” Aine said. She rose to her feet and looked down at him, holding her chin high in the way noble women did. “I have cared for you and dressed your wound. Your wrist is quite broken,” she said. “And it will be for some time. But thanks to my care, you will not die.”

 

The man didn’t reply. He stared at her crossly. “My wrist hurts,” he said. “Have you no skills?”

 

Aine rolled her eyes. “Enough,” she said. She poured cold water from a pitcher into an earthenware mug and passed it to the man. “Drink this,” she said. “Sir, what is your name?”

 

“I can’t very well tell you my name while I’m drinking, can I,” the man said crossly. “I am called Huen. Huen Covendane, of the kingdom of Zheka.”

 

Aine’s eyes flew open and she flushed. “Oh, sir,” she said. “I had no idea!”

 

Huen glared at her. He took a long drink of water.

 

Aine took the mug back from Huen and set it on the ground, reaching forward to wipe his lips with a cloth. She got to her feet and scurried over to Mie’s herb table, where she mixed a new solution of wormwood and lavender. Carrying it back to Huen, she got to her knees and passed the mug.

 

“Drink this,” Aine said. “It will prevent infection. That was a bad break! What could have possibly happened, did you fall off a horse?”

 

Huen didn’t reply. He greedily drank the concoction and leaned back against his makeshift pillow, an old shirt that Aine had filled with straw and placed under his head.

 

When he had finished the drink, Aine took the cup from his hands and went outside to wash it in the small spring Thom had coaxed from the earth. By the time she was back inside the small house, Huen had fallen asleep.

 

Aine frowned. A bit of a rude man, really, she thought as she tossed her light curls over one shoulder and sighed. Her back and neck ached from hunching over her sewing, but the light was beginning to fade and Aine knew that Mie would soon be home and demanding to know why Aine’s work wasn’t finished.

 

With a sigh, Aine settled back down and scooted close to the hearth of the fire. She sewed nimbly and quickly, her fingers dancing with the broad needle over the flaps of leather. Biting her lip, she tried to push all thoughts of Huen out of her head.

 

It was dark by the time Mie returned home.

 

“Daughter,” she said. “How is our guest?”

 

Aine shrugged. “He woke, briefly. I gave him more of the wormwood.”

 

Mie nodded. “And the gauntlets?”

 

Aine handed them over and Mie inspected them in the dim light of the fire.

 

“Well done,” she said. “Tomorrow you can begin work on the gown commissioned by Lady Noore.”

 

Aine nodded, trying not to look as miserable as she felt inside. I’m so exhausted, she thought as she sank down by the fireplace and warmed her numb hands to the flames. It feels as though I’ve been awake for a week!

 

Aine barely had time to relax before Mie called her.

 

“Aine, come eat something,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “I expect you’ll be up with your patient all night.”

 

Aine nodded. She was still thrilled to finally be learning magic – something she’d wanted ever since she’d been a child. But she knew Mie was only allowing her to practice because Mie herself couldn’t be bothered to care for Huen.

 

“Do not eat so quickly, child,” Mie scolded. “You’re going to choke.”

 

Aine flushed. “Sorry,” she said softly. She forced herself to chew the chunks of potatoes and mealy carrots in her thin stew. When she was almost done, she spooned the sole chunk of mutton from the bottom of the bowl and closed her eyes as she ate, savoring the salty, rich taste.

 

The night seemed to go on forever. Aine slumped by the fire with her eyes closed, dozing off every few minutes. Huen slept fitfully – again, he sweated and trembled all night long. Some of the anger and indignance Aine had felt at Huen’s abrasive personality began to fade.

 

He’s so alone, she thought as she watched his handsome features twitch and jerk. What happened to make him so bitter and angry? He’s a royal cousin – he must have everything he could possibly want!

 

Aine held her breath as she reached over Huen’s supine body and took his left hand in hers, lifting it close to the fire and inspecting. No – there was no tattoo there. Men and women in Zheka wore blue tattoos around their left ring fingers to indicate marriage.

 

So there was no quarrel with his wife, even though he looks old enough to wed, Aine thought curiously, frowning as Huen stirred and shifted. As gently as she could, she set his hand back down on his chest. I’ll just have to be content with not knowing, for now, Aine thought. She closed her eyes and leaned against the hearth, aching with exhaustion.

 

In the morning, Aine’s back was stiff and sore. She groaned as she hauled herself into a standing position, rubbing her lower back with both hands. Aine winced as she walked to her mother’s herb table and brewed yet another potion for Huen when he awoke – this time, she included willow bark and crushed beetles. This should give him vitality, she thought nervously as she stirred the foul-smelling potion, carefully consulting Mie’s spellbook.

 

Finally, just before Aine took her midday meal, Huen awakened. He forced himself to sit, groaning and rubbing his forehead. When he saw Aine, he narrowed his eyes.

 

“What’s your name?” Huen asked Aine in a growly voice. “Who are you?”

 

Aine dipped her head to show respect before meeting Huen’s eyes. They were nice – a warm, soft brown that looked like velvet.

 

“I am Aine Brevenswood,” she said softly.

 

“I see,” Huen said curtly. He cleared his throat. “May I have something to drink, Aine? I’m terribly thirsty.”

 

Aine poured cold water into a mug and handed it over, along with the potion. “This should help you,” she said. “It should give you energy?”

 

Huen raised an eyebrow. “It should? Are you a woman, or not? How long have you been studying?”

 

Aine flushed hotly. “Yes, sir,” she said, trying to keep a note of condescension out of her voice. “I am indeed a woman. But no, I have not been studying long.” She closed her eyes and counted. “About thirty hours, perhaps.”

 

Huen frowned. “And you’re treating me? By the gods! I could have died!”

 

Aine looked into his face and said calmly: “But you must have wanted to die, sir, to be injured so badly. Did you get into a drunken brawl with some other royal cousin?”

 

Aine was pleased to watch the frown melt off Huen’s face, replaced by obvious confusion and anger.

 

“You mock me?” Huen growled. “Madam, I assure you, that is not a wise decision.”

 

Aine straightened up to her full height and looked down at Huen.

 

“I was not taught in the ways of Zhekan women because I am not a Zhekan woman,” she said, trying to sound both proud and self-aware. “I was born in Glasule.”

 

Huen burst out laughing. “No. That cannot be true,” he said, shaking his head. “You are putting me on, surely.”

 

“I am not, sir,” Aine said. She narrowed her eyes. “What is so funny?”

 

Huen, still, chuckling, shook his head. “Nothing, lady,” he said. “Just that…well, you don’t exactly look much like a woman of Glasule. You still have your teeth, for one. And both eyes,” he added.

 

Aine frowned. “Sir, you have no reason to be so rude,” she said slowly. “My adoptive parents thought it would be inappropriate to teach me in the ways of Zhekan women, as I have no natural gifts or abilities.” She bit her lip, hoping the bitterness she felt wasn’t obvious. “I have instead been trained in the art of needlework, sewing, and some simple cooking.”

 

“You have taken me by surprise, that is all,” Huen said. He gulped down the water and swallowed hard, then reached for the potion. “By gods! This smells disgusting. I thought you said you had experience cooking?”

 

Aine shrugged. “What is good for us does not always taste good,” she said, remembering a saying she’d heard from Mie years ago. “I am sure it will be beneficial for you.”

 

Huen looked sulky. “The potions at home taste of nectar,” he said. “Perhaps your ingredients are faulty.”

 

“I doubt that,” Aine snapped. “Forgive me – my parents lack the wealth to make delicious potions.”

 

Huen closed his eyes as he drank, making a face at the bitter taste of the potion. When he was done, he handed the cup back to Aine.

 

“You are welcome,” Aine said crossly. Without waiting for a reply, she walked outside and washed both cups. Then she went back to Huen’s side and knelt, taking his broken wrist in her hands.

 

“Ouch!” Huen cried. “Be careful!”

 

Aine took a deep breath. “I am always careful,” she said. “Are you always such a child when it comes to pain?”

 

Huen glared at her before yanking his wrist free. “I think I am well enough to return home,” he said. He tossed his head and gave Aine an arrogant look. “I’ve spent enough time in this…hut.”

 

A hot rush of anger surged through Aine and before she could think about what she was doing, she raised her hand and slapped Huen across the face. He stared at her with his mouth open, shocked.

 

“Sir, I have cared for you nonstop, and yet you see it fit to insult me, my home, and my family,” Aine snapped. “Now leave, and do not return!”

 

Huen stared at her, breathless.

 

“Go!” Aine yelled. “Now!” She glared daggers at Huen until he got to his feet, gave her one last bewildered look, then left the small house.

 

As Aine watched Huen’s muscular frame disappear, she closed her eyes, leaned against the doorframe and sighed. Oh, gods, what have I done, she wondered, her heart thumping quickly in her chest. I was rude to a royal cousin! I refused him medical treatment!

 

A shiver ran down her spine. But as much as Aine knew she had acted out of turn, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d caught Huen completely by surprise. I bet no one has ever spoken to him like that before, aside from perhaps his mother, Aine thought. An unlikely smile spread across her face. I really gave him something to think about!

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

Huen

 

Little brat, Huen thought as he trudged home towards his parents’ grand home. His wrist was feeling better, but he had a whopping headache, and something had happened to his right leg – he could hardly put any weight on the ankle without pain shooting up and down his body. Still, he knew he was likely in better condition than he would have been without Aine’s care.

 

With the exception of his overbearing mother, Huen had never been spoken to like that by a woman. He couldn’t believe it – Aine was so beautiful and sweet-looking…until she opened her mouth. Her long fair curls had made a perfect contrast with her unblemished olive skin, and her brown eyes were so dark that Huen hadn’t been able to make out the iris from the pupil. It’s because she’s foreign, and she doesn’t look like anyone else from here, Huen thought, trying to ignore the flicker of desire growing in his belly. He found it unbearable – how could he so attracted to someone so rude, so belligerent! Trying to bed Aine would be like trying to bed one of the tigers in the arena…and just as with a tiger, Huen had a feeling he wouldn’t survive the encounter.

 

Thinking of the dark fire in Aine’s eyes made Huen shiver. He knew he would never see her again – after all, she had thrown him out of that shameful excuse for a home. But he couldn’t help fantasize, think about her bending over him and tending to his wounds.

 

By the time Huen returned to his parents’ home, the candles had been snuffed out and the sky overhead was pitch dark. Huen felt apprehension at the thought of going inside, especially with such a grievous injury. Between the pain in his wrist and the complicated feelings for Aine brewing inside his head, Huen was in no mood to face his mother. Instead, he turned left and knocked for the castle drawbridge to descend. Once the guards let him inside, Huen began searching for Aerdan.

 

“Ah, Huen!”

 

Huen turned at the sound of Queen Zornaya’s voice. She looked serene and magnificent, as usual. In addition to being fair, intelligent, and gentle, Zornaya was the most gifted sorceress in the kingdom of Zheka. Aerdan and Huen shared an inside joke that perhaps she created anti-aging potions for herself each morning. But regardless of whether or not that was true, Huen couldn’t deny that she had a commanding presence.

 

Huen dipped his head in respect. “Queen Zornaya, you’re looking lovely this evening,” he said, lowering his eyes in respect.

 

“Ah, Huen, ever the flatterer,” Zornaya said, her robes swirling over the marble floors. “Are you here to see Aerdan and Angelica?” She tossed her long hair. “Perhaps a night walk might be good for them,” she added.

 

"Yes," Huen said. “Are they in Aerdan’s chamber?”

 

“Indeed,” Zornaya replied. She stepped closer and took Huen’s injured wrist in her hands. It ached dreadfully but Huen bit his lip, determined not to show weakness in front of the Queen.

 

“Why, Huen, you have hurt yourself,” she said. “You boys must be more careful!”

 

“Yes,” Huen said uncomfortably, not wanting to disclose the circumstances of his injury…or his convalescence. “It was an accident, unfortunately.”

 

“May I?”

 

Huen squirmed. “Yes,” he said. He knew he could not refuse the Queen anything, and grit his teeth in a desperate hope to avoid any pain.

 

Queen Zornaya’s hands were nimble and skilled as she unwrapped the bloody strips of muslin binding Huen’s wrist. When it was unwrapped, she raised her eyebrow and looked at Huen.

 

“Huen, who cared for you?”

 

“No one,” Huen said.

 

“Come now, I can tell you are lying. Tell me, who was it?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know. A peasant girl on the outskirts of the city, by the show arena.”

 

“Well,” Zornaya said. “I do not say this readily, but I am impressed. This is some of the finest work I have seen in years.”

 

Huen frowned as he looked down at his wrist. There were large, crude stitches holding his flesh together, and the edges of the wound were green and yellow and festering with pus.

 

“It doesn’t look fine,” Huen said. He felt faintly nauseous looking at his hand – it no longer ached as badly, but it felt strange, almost like he was looking at the hand of someone else.

 

“I know that Huen,” Zornaya said. She wrapped his hand back up and tied the muslin strips in an expert knot. “But it will look much better tomorrow, trust me. Whoever took care of you did a wonderful job, you will heal perfectly.”

 

Huen blinked. He felt a twinge of guilt at having been so arrogant to Aine. But it’s not my fault, Huen decided as he bowed to the Queen and raced up the stairs to Aerdan’s tower chamber.

 

“Aerdan!” Huen yelled. “Let me in!”

 

Aerdan opened the door, laughing. Angelica was seated on the window bench, glancing out over the rolling waves of the Zhekan sea.

 

“Huen! What happened?” Angelica asked kindly. “Have you been hurt?”

 

Huen shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “I got in a fight last night.”

 

Aerdan shook his head. “You should know better,” he said archly. “I’m not about to have my best friend get killed.”

 

“What’s the point,” Huen said, walking inside and taking a flagon of wine from the table. He poured himself a full goblet and drank most of it at once, letting the wine spill out of his mouth and dribble down his chin.

 

“Come on,” Aerdan said. “Things will work out for you, Huen. But I do not understand this depression!”

 

“Neither do I,” Huen said sourly. “I just wish everything would stop.”

 

Angelica frowned. “Huen, why not sit for a while. I’ll ring the kitchens and have dinner brought up – you look famished.”

 

Huen’s stomach rumbled. He was almost astonished to realize that he’d had little to eat in almost two days, aside from some thin gruel that Aine had fed him.

 

“Fine,” Huen said. “But it’s not going to cheer me up.”

 

“Such a sourpuss,” Angelica said, rolling her eyes. She put a cloak on over her simple nightgown. “I’ll be back,” she said. “Just running down to the kitchens for a moment.”

 

As soon as she was gone, Huen poured himself another hefty goblet of wine and helped himself.

 

“Why does she do that?” He asked, gesturing to the door. “You have so many servants.”

 

Aerdan rolled his eyes. “I have no idea,” he said. “She’s just that way.”

 

“Odd,” Huen said. He frowned, unable to imagine a life without luxuries and servants. Even performing intense manual labor over the past two months wasn’t as bad for Huen as it was for most – at the end of each backbreaking day, he had a warm bed to come home to, servants, a delicious meal of meat and bread and cheeses and fruits.

 

Angelica returned, carrying a tray with stew, hunks of bread, and cheese. “The kitchen is going to send up a heartier meal, but I thought we could eat this now as we wait,” she said, setting it down in front of Huen.

 

Huen fell upon the stew and bread, dipping the chunks into the savory broth and cramming them into his mouth.

 

“So, what shall we talk about?” Aerdan asked. He reached for his wooden flute. “Shall I play?”

 

Huen shook his head, then turned to Angelica with his mouth still crammed with food. “Tell me about a story from your land,” he said. “I’m sick of this one – I want to close my eyes and think of myself in a distant place.”

 

Angelica smiled. “Okay,” she said. “Have I told you the one about the giant ship yet?”

 

“I don’t think so,” Huen said.

 

Aerdan laughed. “Oh, this is a good one,” he said. “But it’s so sad!”

 

Angelica nodded. She gave Huen a kind smile. “It should distract you, at least, from your troubles here.”

 

Huen took a long gulp of wine. “Yes,” he said. After a moment, feeling boorish, he added: “Please.”

 

Angelica settled down on a large cushion, looking smug and satisfied.

 

“So, many years ago – there was a very large ship built meant to cross a huge ocean.” Angelica spread her hands wide, showing the large span. “This ship was the biggest ship the world had ever seen. The rich and wealthy were drawn to the prospect of crossing the waters on this ship because it was the most luxurious they had ever seen.”

 

Huen nodded, impressed. “Go on.”

 

“Over three thousand people could fit onboard, including staff,” Angelica said. “And even the lowest, poorest accommodations – they called it steerage, back then – were prohibitively expensive.”

 

“Wow,” Huen said. “Why would people want to pay so much, just to travel on a boat?” He sat up and looked outside, glancing over the harbor. “I could go on a ship tomorrow if that’s what I wanted.”

 

“Things were…different, then,” Angelica said. “The world was nothing like this world, there was no magic.”

 

“No magic?” Huen frowned. “How…how is that even possible?”

 

Angelica laughed. “It just was,” she said.

 

“But who healed people?”

 

“Doctors,” Angelica said. “But sometimes, people died. Often, in fact. The medical care was poor, and not a lot was known about the human body.”

 

Huen winced. “Why would anyone want to live in such an awful place?”

 

Angelica laughed at his innocent ignorance. “Anyway, so, back to the ship. A very wealthy woman and her family boarded, along with her fiancé, who was also wealthy. But she did not love him – she thought of jumping off the ship to kill herself. She was saved by a poor man.”

 

Huen laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

 

“It was,” Angelica said. “And then, they fell in love. The woman told her family that she wouldn’t be going with them once the ship docked and that she wanted to go with the man she’d fallen in love with.”

 

Huen frowned.

 

“I know, it sounds strange,” Angelica said dryly. “But the ship was not to land – it crashed, against a huge block of ice in the middle of the ocean.” She paused and cleared her throat, reaching for a glass of water. “The woman stayed with the poor man, she even gave up her chance at being rescued just so she could stay with him?”

 

“What happened?” Huen closed his eyes, trying to imagine the black, icy sea swirling around him. He shivered. She’s a good storyteller, he thought. I wonder where she comes up with these tales.

 

“The poor man died, he froze to death in the water,” Angelica said. “The rich woman survived, but she never forgot her first love.”

 

Huen blinked. “That…was not quite what I was expecting,” he said.

 

Angelica shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint,” she said. She grinned. “But I see I’ve distracted you, at least.”

 

“I suppose you have,” Huen said, frowning. Suddenly, the idea of living as he had been seemed worse than ever. He closed his eyes and sighed, wishing that he, too, could sail away on a giant luxurious boat, as big as a castle.

 

“Are you feeling cheered, friend?” Aerdan asked. “Would you like something else to eat?”

 

Huen frowned and shook his head. He felt worse than ever – seeing his friend and cousin, Aerdan, so happy with Angelica was almost unbearable. He wasn’t jealous, exactly. It was more of a longing to find happiness and contentment the same way that Aerdan had.

 

That’s never going to happen to me, Huen thought. And whenever I meet a girl I could actually like, I behave like a fool. Again, Aine’s lovely face popped into his head and he shuddered.

 

Huen reached for the wine and poured himself a huge glass. He downed it, tilting his head back until tiny rivers of crimson spilled over his chin.

 

“Huen,” Aerdan said in a warning tone. “What is it, my friend? What is causing you to act like this?”

 

“Why couldn’t I just get my way,” Huen complained, slurring his words. “Why can’t I just spend the rest of my life, surrounded by books, just like I want? Why do I have to marry some stupid wife?”

 

Aerdan chuckled. “Friend, you have had too much wine,” he said gently, reaching for Huen’s glass. Huen staggered backward, still clutching the goblet. Before Aerdan could intervene, he threw his head back and chugged the rest of his wine.

 

“Huen,” Aerdan said. “Come now, to bed with you. You will feel better in the morning.”

 

“No, I will not,” Huen slurred. “I am going home,” he added, staggering toward the chamber door.

 

“Aerdan,” Angelica said nervously. “Stop him, I’m really worried!”

 

“It’s his life,” Aerdan said. “But Huen, I beg you to stay, friend. The night is young, come, we will make merry until you’ve forgotten all of your troubles.”

 

Huen hiccupped, staggering toward the door. “No,” he mumbled under his breath. “I will not stay.”

 

As soon as Huen opened the chamber door and began making his drunken way down the stairs, Aerdan’s loud protests sounded like buzzing in his ears. He staggered and groped his way down to the ground floor, almost falling more than once.

 

Outside the castle, a carnival was taking place. Huen stared at the bright torches of the fire-breathers, debating the idea of grabbing one and setting himself on fire.

 

No, he thought. That is the coward’s way to die, and I am no coward.

 

Instead, Huen staggered away from the castle, through the village, and back to the outskirts of town where the show arena blazed brightly in the cool night air. There was a man lying on his back in full armor, obviously passed out. Huen stepped closer as the moon came out from behind a cover of clouds. Huen saw a flash of silver on the ground and he reached down, groping for the man’s sword.

 

It was surprisingly heavy, but Huen grabbed it firmly with his good hand and trudged on to the arena. I’ll die like a man, he thought. And then mother – and everyone else – won’t be able to speak ill of me, ever again. He gritted his teeth and staggered into the arena.

 

The arena was much more crowded tonight. Dueling men moved past in blurs of greased skin and ink, dried blood crusting their old wounds and fresh blood gushing from their new ones. Huen swung the sword over his shoulder and let out a cry.

 

“Who here is the most powerful among you?” Huen yelled. “I challenge you!”

 

There was a rumble among the men. After a few seconds, a large man stepped out. His neck thicker than his head, and he was covered in victory tattoos, scars, and dried blood. His head was shaved and it glistened in the dim light of the fire.

 

“I am Phaelenx,” the man roared. “And I will destroy you – if you so desire!”

 

Huen braced himself, planting both feet on the ground and swinging his sword. His injured wrist was throbbing with pain. As Phaelenx charged toward Huen, Huen’s heart skipped a beat. For the first time, it occurred to him that he might be making a colossal mistake…a mistake that could cost him his life. Like that stupid ship, Huen thought, recalling vague memories of Angelica’s story. I’m going to die!

 

Phaelenx growled as he approached. Huen gripped his sword even tighter and swung it through the air, aiming for Phaelenx’s neck. But Phaelenx was quicker. He darted to the side, easily avoiding the blow of Huen’s sword.

 

Swinging the sword so sharply knocked Huen off balance, and he staggered backward, still clutching the heavy weapon in his good hand. His arm ached and he was soaked with sweat, but he clenched his jaw, determined not to give up.

 

“I will kill you, royal,” Phaelenx growled. He swung his leg through the air in a powerful kick, knocking Huen’s feet out from under him. Huen crashed down to the ground, twisting his ankle and landing painfully on his broken wrist. A crowd of men had surrounded the duo and they were chanting and cheering, obviously hungry for blood.

 

Go ahead, then, kill me, Huen thought bleakly as he lay on the ground. Phaelenx stood above him, glowering down. He reached down and ripped the sword from Huen’s grasp, then held it with both hands and plunged it down into Huen’s chest.

 

For a moment, the wound felt like nothing at all. Then a cold, painful sensation spread through Huen’s body and he shivered and jerked. Hot blood began to gush from the wound.

 

“Finish him!” Someone in the crowd yelled. “Finish this man!”

 

The crowd jeered and booed, clapping their hands. Huen’s eyelids fluttered and he felt himself slipping away from reality.

 

Suddenly, the cries and shouts stopped. The onlookers of the crowd fell silent.

 

“Who is she?” Someone yelled loudly. “Get this girl out of here!”

 

Girl? The word sounded foreign in Huen’s muddy subconscious. Who, Angelica? Why is she here?

 

Huen struggled to keep his eyes open. When he saw the slight silhouette of a girl with long hair running towards him, he knew.

 

It wasn’t Angelica.

 

It was Aine.

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Aine

 

“What are you doing here?” A gruff man holding a war axe thundered at Aine. “You cannot interrupt these shows, peasant!”

 

“There is no show tonight,” Aine said pleasantly. Her heart was pounding and she was terrified. Seeing Huen on the ground, bleeding and gasping for air, was a horrifying sight. She knew that unless he received medical care – and very quickly – he would likely die.

 

“What does a peasant like you know?” The man grumbled, stepping closer.

 

Aine drew herself to her full height and tilted her chin up in the air. “That man is my ward,” she said. “And he has escaped, yet again.” She pointed to his wrist. “I fixed that just the other day.”

 

The man stared at Aine for what felt like an eternity. Hurry up, she thought, glancing anxiously down at Huen’s bleeding form. Then, to her immense relief, he burst into laughter.

 

“You must start taking better care of your wards, then,” the man said. “Go on, take him, before the Lions get him.”

 

Aine shivered at the thought. She bent down at the knee and scooped Huen tenderly in her arms. This time, she could tell, he was much worse off. His skin was clammy and cold, and his fine silk tunic was stained and ruined with the blood flowing from the wound in his chest.

 

Aine dipped her head in a silence as she struggled to carry Huen over the hill and into her parents’ small home. It took her far longer than she hoped. When she arrived, she set Huen down by the fire, quickly washed her hands in the spring, and got to work packing his wound with herbs and gauze.

 

Huen didn’t wake the entire time. He slipped in and out of consciousness, mumbling and murmuring. His eyelids twitched and he foamed at the mouth until Aine made a calming potion and poured it down his throat, gently rubbing his throat to make sure that he was swallowing.

 

Mie watched from her table, where she was sewing.

 

“You care an awful lot about this man who apparently has a death wish,” she said. “What, are you hoping he’ll awake and decide to make you his bride?”

 

“No,” Aine said. She shook her head and sighed. “I…I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about him.” Now that Huen was back in her care, that was truer than ever before. She wouldn’t have admitted it, but she’d actually found herself thinking of him quite a bit after he’d left.

 

It didn’t surprise her at all that he was back in front of her hearth with a sword wound to his chest. Aine went over his wounds, searching his body for any hint of disease or infection. He’d managed to break his wrist, yet again, and she set it – this time, using two broad sticks to hold the wrist in place as she wrapped strips of muslin around the wound.

 

By the time the sun was coming up, Aine was exhausted. She mixed a small sleeping potion for herself from Mie’s spellbook and took a short nap, lying down on the ground right next to Huen. Something about him – even though he wasn’t conscious – comforted her immensely.

 

In the morning, Aine reluctantly got up and went about her chores. She made gruel and a small loaf of bread for Mie and Thom and swept the house out before sitting down with a pile of sewing. Huen’s face was still bloodless and soaked with sweat, but he looked better than he had the night before. The wound in his chest had finally stopped bleeding, and Aine changed out the bandages, grimacing as she took hunks of blood-soaked gauze from his chest.

 

Please don’t die, Aine thought, looking down at his handsome face. You are the only exciting thing that has ever happened to me.

 

Suddenly, Huen’s eyes flew open. His velvety brown eyes locked with Aine’s, and she felt a strange shiver run down her spine. What is this, Aine wondered, her cheeks flushing pink. Why do I feel so strange?

 

To her immense shock, Huen smiled. Faintly, but it was there.

 

“You again,” Huen croaked. A look of sharp pain came over his face and he closed his eyes again, letting his head rest on the pillow of straw.

 

“Yes,” Aine said. She got up and went to her mother’s herb table, mixing a potion of wormwood. She brought it back and handed it to Huen, who drank without a word.

 

“You’re in terrible shape,” Aine said softly, resisting the urge to caress Huen’s sculpted cheek. “And I think you likely would have died if I hadn’t run into the arena and saved your life.”

 

Huen’s eyes went wide. “That…that was not a dream?”

 

Aine laughed humorlessly. “No,” she said softly. “That was not a dream. It really happened, I can promise you,” she said. She rolled her eyes. “My back still aches from carrying you all the way back here.”

 

Huen nodded and took a deep breath, then gasped. “By the gods, how it hurts,” he moaned. “What happened to me?”

 

Aine bit her lip. “You were fighting with Phaelenx,” she said softly. “He is the strongest, you know.” She frowned and shook her head. “Good gods, why did you engage with him?”

 

Huen looked at her crossly. “I do not need a lecture from you,” he said. His voice was still tinged with arrogance, but Aine could detect a note of gratitude in there as well.

 

“Well, that is too bad,” Aine said quietly. “You must promise me – you won’t go into the arena and antagonize those awful men!”

 

Huen stared at her. “Why? Why should I promise you anything?”

 

Aine sighed, glancing quickly over her shoulder. Mie wasn’t paying attention – her head was dipped low and her eyes were narrowing focused on her needlework.

 

“Because,” Aine said in a low voice. “I think we can help each other.”

 

Huen stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head. He strained and struggled to sit up, groaning with the effort of it all. Aine pushed him firmly back down on the hearth.

 

Huen narrowed his eyes and squinted. “What in the name of the gods,” he said. “You should let me go home. I’ll receive better medical care there.”

 

Aine raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “Really? You don’t even feel like listening to what I have to say?”

 

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Huen groaned in pain as he struggled to sit up once more.

 

“Stay,” Aine said. She shook her head. “What, are you planning on going out and getting yourself ripped up again? Not on my watch,” she added sternly.

 

Aine was shocked to see a faint pink flush appear on Huen’s cheeks.

 

“Thank you,” Huen said. “I mean, for your care. For taking care of me.”

 

“For saving your life?” Aine countered, resisting the urge to smirk. “That’s pretty big, you know.”

 

“I know,” Huen said. “I really should be going.”

 

“Not yet,” Aine replied. She leaned in close and a shiver ran down her back. This is the closest we’ve been while he’s awake, she thought, biting the inside of her mouth. Why am I so attracted to this rude man?

 

“What?” Huen asked. “What do you want, now?”

 

Aine sighed. “Look,” she said softy, again glancing over her shoulder to make sure that Mie was occupied. “I know you’re not happy,” she continued quietly. “If you were happy, you wouldn’t be running to the arena every night, trying to get yourself killed during a show.”

 

Huen frowned. “You do not know me,” he said, his voice laced with arrogance. “What could you possibly know about me?”

 

Aine rolled her eyes. “You are exhausting,” she said, crossing her arms over her narrow chest. “But I can tell you – it is incredibly obvious, Huen,” she added. “Obviously, I don’t know much about your life. You’re rich, yeah, anyone can see that. But it’s more than that. You have some kind of death wish.”

 

Huen glared at her.

 

“Be angry all you want,” Aine said, shrugging. “But I am not happy, either.” She sighed.

 

Huen raised an eyebrow and smirked. Even though he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he was still incredibly handsome.

 

“So, this is really about you,” Huen said slyly. “You could’ve just started with that, you know.”

 

“It’s not,” Aine replied. “It’s about both of us.”

 

Huen stared at her for a long moment. “You must be kidding,” he said. “Surely, you don’t expect me to marry you just because you saved my life?”

 

Aine’s jaw dropped. “No,” she said, much more loudly than she intended. She winced. “How can you suggest such a thing?”

 

“Then I do not understand,” Huen said. “What exactly do you want?”

 

Aine shook her head and laughed. “I can’t believe you’d think I just want to marry,” she said, shaking her head. “That’s so insulting! You men really are impossible.”

 

Huen stared at her.

 

“All I am saying,” Aine continued quietly. “Is that perhaps, since we are both so unhappy, we could come up with a solution to our problems. Sometimes, two minds can figure these things out much easier than one mind, you know,” she said.

 

Huen sighed.

 

“I can tell you are not used to talking to women,” Aine continued. “And I know you are unwed – obviously, despite that horrific proposal you just threw in my face – so what is the trouble?” She leaned closer. “Are you…attracted to men? Is that why you’re so unhappy?”

 

Now it was Huen’s turn to look shocked.

 

“No,” Huen sputtered after a long moment of silence. He flushed again and shook his head. “No, certainly not,” he said.

 

Aine giggled. “So, what is it then? Why are you so unhappy?”

 

Huen sighed. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said. He winced as he lay back down on the hearth.

 

“Try me,” Aine said. She leaned over Huen and looked at the gaping wound in his chest. “And this needs to be changed,” she added smoothly. Getting to her feet, Aine went outside to rinse her hands in the spring before preparing a change of herbs and gauze.

 

Huen lay still, his face tense as Aine’s nimble fingers plucked the bloody lump from his wound and gently rinsed it with water.

 

“By the gods, how it hurts,” Huen said through gritted teeth. “Why does it have to sting so much?”

 

“Hold your tongue,” Aine said. “I will be finished soon.”

 

Huen closed his eyes and groaned as Aine finished packing the wound with fresh herbs.

 

“There,” she said, rubbing her hands together and drying them on her tattered apron. “Better?”

 

“Not much,” Huen complained. “It still aches.”

 

“Why don’t you think I would understand?”

 

Huen sighed. “Do we have to keep talking about this?” He yawned. “I’m exhausted.”

 

“I’m sure you are,” Aine chirped.

 

“You are very persistent, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes,” Aine said. “And the sooner you tell me, the sooner I’ll give you a potion for sleep.”

 

Huen stared at her. “You are something else,” he said slowly. “No one talks to me like this, save for my mother.”

 

“Are you lonely? Is that it?”

 

“No,” Huen said. “I have friends, royal cousins, a large family. If anything, I wish for more peace and quiet.” He narrowed his eyes at Aine. “Which I am certainly not getting right now, am I?”

 

Aine flushed. “I am sorry,” she said. “You must understand – this isn’t a normal for me, either.”

 

“It is just…well, I am not sure how to say this,” Huen said. He lifted his head and looked down at the large wound in his chest. “But I…I do not care for the Zhekan way. I do not wish to be seen only for my strength.”

 

Aine giggled. “To be honest, I wouldn’t make that mistake,” she said softly. When Huen glared, she threw him a guilty look. “I am sorry,” she said. “But it’s rather obvious you’re not a champion fighter. Why keep pushing yourself?”

 

Huen sighed. “I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

 

Aine softened. “Well, if you had a choice – what would you do? If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?”

 

Huen’s brown eyes took on a soft cast in the dim light of the hut. “I wish for knowledge,” he said softly. “I wish to be a learned man. Not just of spellcraft and women’s magic, but all things. How the world works – how the sky sometimes rains and yet is free of clouds.”

 

Aine blinked. “I wasn’t expecting that,” she said softly. “So, why can’t you become a scholar?”

 

Huen laughed. “Don’t be foolish,” he said. “I’m expected to marry and start a family of my own. And spend the rest of my life flexing my muscles and catering to my wife’s every whim.”

 

Aine gasped. “Oh, I know you,” she said quickly. “I remember you!” She flushed, covering her mouth with both hands. “Your thirtieth birthday was talked of all over the kingdom…the peasants gossiped about it for weeks!”

 

“Yes,” Huen said dully. “I left poor Eris at the altar, and my mother condemned me to manual labor until I find the lucky girl of my choosing.”

 

Aine narrowed her eyes. “And you wanted to escape that…by letting some thug murder you in the arena?”

 

Huen shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he said sheepishly.

 

“I bet,” Aine said archly. “So, we can help each other, then.”

 

“What? I did not agree to that,” Huen said.

 

Aine shrugged and flashed Huen a wicked grin. “So? You may as well,” she said tartly. “Because I am not sure how you’re going to find happiness otherwise.”

 

Huen snorted. “What makes you think you can help me?”

 

“All I know is that perhaps together, we could think of a solution.” Aine tapped her chin, pretending to ponder.

 

“Aerdan might know something,” Huen said. “My cousin,” he explained.

 

Aine gave him an annoyed look. “Yes, Aerdan, the Commander,” she said. “I know of him, as does everyone in Zheka.”

 

Huen blushed and Aine had to resist a strong urge to reach out and touch his cheek.

 

“I forget that sometimes, not everyone has the same life as I,” Huen said quietly. “I meant no offense.”

 

“I know,” Aine said. She shook her head. “I am teasing, that’s all.”

 

The pair fell silent for a moment and Aine closed her eyes, listening to the snap, hiss, and crackle of the logs upon the fire. She felt a desperate ray of hope beginning to grow inside of her chest, something she almost never allowed herself to feel.

 

“I will ask Aerdan for his assistance,” Huen said slowly. “Perhaps…perhaps he may help us.”

 

Aine nodded. “I have always wanted to learn more about Glasule,” she said, keeping her voice low so Mie wouldn’t hear her. “But my parents…well, they are not exactly as interested as I.”

 

“I do not care what I learn about, as long as it is something more than war,” Huen said passionately.

 

“So, why don’t we sneak into the royal castle and into the library?” Aine asked, her dark eyes flashing with excitement. “The Commander – I mean, Aerdan, -- can help us,” she said. “Please, Huen!”

 

Huen nodded. “I will speak to him as soon as you give me the freedom to leave, lady,” he said with a smirk.

 

Aine flushed. “As soon as you’re well enough,” she said softly.

 

“Aine!” Mie called. “I need your help over here.”

 

Aine made Huen an apologetic face before getting to her feet and walking to her mother.

 

“Yes, Mother?”

 

Mie sighed. “Aine, you have been neglecting your work in order to care for this man,” she said sternly.

 

“Mother, he’s badly hurt,” Aine said. She bit her lip and glanced down, trying to appear respectful. “It isn’t as though I could just abandon him to death!”

 

“That man is a royal cousin,” Mie hissed. “What happens if he dies in your care?”

 

From across the room, Huen cleared his throat.

 

“Ma’am,” he said to Mie. “No disrespect meant, but Queen Zornaya herself saw the way Aine attended to my broken wrist. The Queen said the work was very fine, that perhaps the only one who could have done it better was herself.”

 

Mie raised her eyebrows. “Surely, you speak in jest,” she said. “My Aine?”

 

Your Aine? Aine thought, looking at her adoptive mother. You’ve never even wanted me, and suddenly, now, you find a reason to be proud of me? She felt sour and bitter, even though she knew she should be grateful.

 

“I speak in complete sincerity,” Huen said. He coughed. “And ma’am, do trust if I were well enough to stand and bow, I would do so. I thank you very kindly for taking me in.”

 

Mie gave Aine a suspicious look, almost as if she didn’t believe Huen.

 

“Well, child, you heard the man,” Mie said, waving her hand in the air. “You’d better get back to his side.”

 

“What…what about the rest of my work?” Aine glanced down at the fine silk and golden thread in Mie’s lap. It looked out of place – such a fine garment draped over Mie’s stained muslin dress.

 

Mie gave her a strange look. “I am sure you’ll find the time for it later,” she said. “Correct?”

 

Aine flushed. She can’t have overheard, she thought as she nodded.

 

“Yes, Mother,” Aine said softly. “Later.”

 

As she walked back to Huen and knelt at his side, Aine suddenly had a terrible feeling of dread. What was she doing, talking about sneaking into the castle? That was a serious offense – an offense for which she could be put to death. She knew she should resist her urges to act out.

 

But whenever Aine looked at Huen’s handsome face, she had the sense that her biggest adventure was yet to come.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

Huen

 

Huen stayed with Aine for almost a week as he recovered. After four or five days, the pain was bearable, but Aine was reluctant to let him go back home.

 

“I worry I will never see you again,” Aine said, in a rare moment of candidness. “Isn’t that strange?”

 

Huen nodded. “No,” he said. I feel the same, he thought as he looked at Aine’s fair curls falling down her back. It was strange – he’d never had feelings like this before, and they were confusing.

 

But Huen could tell that his presence was beginning to wear on Mie and Thom. When he felt well enough to begin the long walk to his parents’ grand home, he promised Mie he would repay her.

 

“Oh, child, there is no need for that,” Mie said. But there was something insincere about her words.

 

“I will,” Huen promised. “I’ll send word in a few days.”

 

Over Mie’s shoulder, Huen locked eyes with Aine. They had decided on a plan – Huen would return home, then find Aerdan and ask for assistance. Huen was almost nervous about asking his friend for help. Before Angelica, Aerdan had always been up for a madcap adventure. But now that he had settled down, Huen knew his friend’s views on life were beginning to change.

 

Huen set out at dawn, walking most of the morning. His wrist had almost completely healed, and there was no longer a need to stuff herbs in his chest wound, but the aches and pains had yet to fade away. For the first time, he realized how stupid and reckless his behavior had been, and he was deeply grateful to Aine for her healing skills.

 

Instead of going straight to his home, Huen strode across the drawbridge and into the castle. People buzzed and chattered around him, clearly busy with their mid-day tasks. Huen was barely seen as he climbed the stone tower to Aerdan’s chamber and knocked on the door.

 

“Aerdan? Are you at home?”

 

Seconds later, the door swung open. Aerdan glared at his friend for a moment before pulling him into a tight hug.

 

“Huen, you devil! Where have you been? I sent search parties all over Zheka, looking for you!”

 

Huen gave his friend a guilty grin. “I have been away,” he said. “I was…being taken care of.”

 

Aerdan shook his head in disgust. “I cannot believe you,” he said. “I’ve been worried sick! Baelan, too! And Angelica blames herself, she thinks that stupid story she told had some kind of effect on you!”

 

“Well, it did, but not like that,” Huen admitted. “Listen, I need to speak with you. May I come inside?”

 

Aerdan sighed in disgust, but he put an arm around his friend’s shoulders and guided him inside, locking the door safely behind him.

 

Huen explained the situation at hand. “As you can see, I am in desperate need of your help,” he said. “Please, Aerdan, would you be willing to do this for me?”

 

“What, sneak you and your lady into the castle, just so you can see the library?” Aerdan narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure that is wise, Huen.”

 

Huen sighed. “She is not my lady,” she said.

 

Aerdan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then, who is she?”

 

Huen had to make a conscious effort not to blush. “No one,” he said, shaking his head. “Just the girl who cared for me, that is all.”

 

“Well, you must feel something towards her,” Aerdan said dryly. “I doubt you would have taken any other Zhekan woman up on that offer.”

 

Huen swallowed. “She is different,” he said. “She is not…superficial, she does not care about clothes or jewels or riches.”

 

“Because she is a peasant,” Aerdan said. “She has never tasted the life we live.”

 

Huen shrugged. “I think she is as unhappy as I,” he said.

 

Aerdan stared at his friend for a long time. “I will help you,” he said finally. “Bring her here, tonight, at a quarter to midnight. Angelica has been practicing concealment spells – I am sure she will assist.”

 

“Really? You’d do that?”

 

Aerdan nodded. “You are my cousin, and my best friend,” he said. He shook his head, sending his dark locks flying around his face. “I am only nervous about Angelica – she has not yet become comfortable with this spell, and I worry that she is too inexperienced to provide the proper magic you will need.”

 

“It’s our only chance,” Huen said. “And I swear to you, Aerdan, we’ll both be careful.”

 

Aerdan nodded again. “Well, I must find her, and tell her,” he said. “Do not be late, Huen.”

 

Huen nodded gratefully. “Yes,” he said. “There is nothing to worry about.”

 

Aerdan frowned. He crossed the room and opened a large trunk, digging through it and tossing garments over his head.

 

“And have the lady put this on,” Aerdan said, passing over one of Angelica’s dresses. “She would otherwise attract the wrong kind of attention, do you understand?”

 

“Thank you,” Huen said, grateful that Aerdan had thought of that detail – such a thing had not crossed his mind. “That’s very considerate.”

 

“Just be careful with it,” Aerdan warned. “Angelica isn’t too fussy about her clothes, but you never know…” He trailed off, biting his lip. “And Huen?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Don’t be seen by anyone,” Aerdan said darkly. He pushed open the door to his chamber, showing Huen the stairs.

 

Huen nodded. “I’ll go tell her now,” he said. “Thank you.”

 

Aerdan nodded. As Huen ran down the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement. Finally, I’m doing what I want, he thought. A smile spread across his face and he took the stairs two at a time. It was one of the only times in his young life that he could remember feeling satisfied.

 

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Huen sent a message to Aine – along with twenty gold coins for Mie and Thom, plus the borrowed dress – and hung around the castle, nervous about what would come. When the sky began to darken, Huen took supper with Zornaya’s courtiers, listening to the women chatter about medicine, spells, and herbs. They all seem so content, he thought, staring at them. The men repulsed him – much like the king, most of the male courtiers were heavy, dull, and vacant in expression. I never want to be that kind of man, Huen thought as he looked at the men. It’s like they don’t even have minds inside of their skulls.

 

After dinner, Huen could do nothing but wait. He paced back and forth, outside of the castle, eagerly awaiting the sight of Aine. Even with the fancy dress, Huen knew she would still stand out – she had neither the manners of a courtier nor the flirtatious manner of a girl brought up near Zhekan’s royalty. I pray to the gods she keeps her head down, he thought. That is, assuming she was able to escape the sly eye of her mother.

 

But at just past eleven, Huen saw her. Aine was walking very slowly, with her hands clasped in front of her, staring at the ground – just like a courtier. Huen felt a touch of respect for the girl – perhaps he had underestimated her after all.

 

“Aine,” Huen called. “Over here!”

 

Aine looked up, obviously startled. When Huen saw her, he did a double-take. Aine had washed carefully. She’d braided her hair with a circlet that matched the color of Angelica’s dress, and her dark brown eyes were glowing in the dim light of the torches.

 

She looked beautiful – more beautiful than Angelica, more beautiful than Queen Zornaya in her youth.

 

“What is it?” Aine smiled. “You have an odd look on your face,” she said.

 

“It is nothing,” Huen stammered. “It’s just…”

 

“Surprised?” Aine raised an eyebrow and twirled in a circle.

 

“Perhaps,” Huen said, straightening to his full height and puffing out his chest. Suddenly, he wanted to impress Angelica.

 

“Well, there is more to me than meets the eye,” Aine said softly, stepping forward. “Should we not be going?”

 

“Yes,” Huen said stiffly, running after Aine and slowing at her side. “We should not be late if we hurry. And Aine?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Make sure no one sees you,” Huen whispered. “We must not be seen.”

 

Huen led Aine through the castle. Even though Aine was glancing around in obvious amazement, she kept quiet and followed obediently behind Huen until they reached Aerdan’s staircase.

 

“Stay here,” Huen whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

 

“No,” Aine said. “If you go, I go.”

 

Huen stared at her. “You’re serious?”

 

“Yes,” Aine said sweetly. “Now, lead the way.”

 

Huen shook his head. “Alright,” he said. “But I have to warn you – there are many stairs to the top.”

 

Aine shrugged. Huen could tell she was stifling a laugh. “I am strong, Huen,” Aine said softly. “After all, I carried you into my home. Twice, remember?”

 

Huen rolled his eyes. “I suppose you did,” he said.

 

The two climbed in silence. When they reached Aerdan’s chamber door, Huen knocked softly. The door swung open and Aerdan and Angelica stood there, gesturing for Huen and Aine to come inside. When Aerdan saw Aine, he made a face at Huen.

 

“Hey,” Angelica said. “That’s my dress.”

 

“My love, I am so sorry,” Aerdan said. “I thought it would assist with the ruse.”

 

Angelica softened. “Oh, it’s fine,” she said. She smiled at Aine. “It’s nice to meet you, Aine. My name is Angelica.” She held her hand out and Aine stared at it, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

 

"I am called Aine," Aine said softly. "Of Glasule.”

 

Angelica’s jaw dropped and she suddenly shivered, looking afraid. “You are from Glasule?”

 

Aine blushed. She looks even prettier like that, Huen thought, unable to tear his eyes away from her rosy cheeks.

 

“Yes,” Aine said softly.

 

“Her parents abandoned her as a baby, and she was found by Zhekan peasants and taken in,” Huen said. “She has never been to Glasule.”

 

Angelica nodded, looking relieved. “Well,” she said. “Perhaps it is time.” She pulled a small bottle from a leather pouch at her waist. “Now, drink three drops of this, each of you,” she said. She shook the bottle, then removed the stopper and sniffed cautiously.

 

“What is this?” Aine asked.

 

“It’s an invisibility potion,” Angelica said. “Well, not exactly – but that’s how it should work. As long as no one is keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, it should work perfectly.”

 

“Oh,” Aine said. She bit her lip.

 

Angelica passed the bottle to Huen. He drank first, trying not to choke on the bitter taste.

 

“Gods, this is disgusting,” Huen said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and passing the small bottle to Aine. She closed her eyes and drank, twisting her lips in disdain.

 

“Thank you,” Huen sputtered as he passed the bottle back to Angelica. “We appreciate your help very much.”

 

Angelica nodded. “You’re welcome,” she said. She smiled kindly at Aine, who had taken to glancing around the chamber. “Is this your first time inside the castle?”

 

Aine nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Well, I was at Queen Zornaya’s coronation, when I was a small child. But I didn’t remember anything.”

 

“I know, it’s beautiful,” Angelica said. She smiled. “Aerdan will lead the way to the libraries. The potion should work for five hours, and then you must leave.”

 

Huen nodded. The idea of only getting to spend five hours with his precious books was upsetting, but he knew it was better than nothing.

 

“I’ll lock you inside, and fetch you when it is time to leave,” Aerdan said. “Aine, do you have sleeping arrangements for the night?”

 

Aine shook her head. “I was going to walk home,” she said softly.

 

Aerdan nodded. “Perhaps I can have someone make a bedchamber for you,” he said. “We’ll discuss it later. The clock is running, time to go.”

 

Aerdan led Huen and Aine through twisted passageways and halls that Huen couldn’t ever remember seeing. Despite being a royal cousin, he hadn’t spent as much time in the castle as he could have. When he and Aerdan had been growing up, the boys had preferred to spend most of the time outdoors. And bedding women wouldn’t have been a good idea in the castle – Huen had personally gone to bed with most of his wenches outside, under the stars, or concealed in a pile of hay at the stables.

 

"Here we are," Aerdan said. He reached for the handle of a broad wooden door and pushed it open before leading Huen and Aine inside.

 

Aine gasped. “Oh, gods,” she said, covering her mouth with both hands and looking around. “This is the most beautiful room I have ever seen!”

 

Huen nodded his head in agreement. Aerdan shut the door and locked it behind them. Huen stepped forward with a torch in his hand, unable to tear his eyes away from the shelves. It was all so beautiful – he’d never seen anything like it. Tall bookshelves lined each wall from floor to ceiling, filled with books. The spines were all different shades – ebony, crimson, cobalt, emerald – and the gold lettering sparkled and shone in the light of Huen’s torch.

 

“It’s incredible,” Aine said softly. She stepped forward and ran her finger down the spine of a book. “Huen, what are you going to look for? I’m going to look for magic books,” she said absentmindedly, taking a torch of her own and striding slowly down the aisle.

 

Huen reached for a book on Zhekan history – it had to be at least five hundred pages long. With a sigh of excitement, he sat down in a leather chair and began flipping through. The text was accompanied by beautiful illustrations in the margins.

 

Aine sat down in the chair opposite from Huen, her dark eyes glowing. She proudly showed him a book with strange symbols.

 

“This is from Glasule,” Aine said excitedly. “Perhaps I can learn about my people’s history.”

 

She looked so beautiful and happy just then, practically glowing in the torchlight. Huen felt something stir inside of him. When he looked back down at the book, the margin illustrations were nothing compared to the beauty of Aine’s face.

 

“Aine,” Huen said softly. “Thank you.”

 

Aine gave him a strange look. “Now you are thanking me and I have not done anything,” she said softly. “Huen, I do not think I will ever understand you.”

 

The way Huen’s name sounded in Aine’s voice made his cock twitched with desire. I want her, he realized. And somehow…it’s different.

 

Huen stared at Aine, locking his warm brown eyes with her dark ones. She licked her lips and the sight of her pink tongue stirred powerful lust in Huen’s body. Without breaking eye contact, he set his book down on the floor and got to his feet, walking to Aine. She didn’t move, or blink as Huen moved closer.

 

“Aine?”

 

“Yes, Huen?” Aine’s voice was soft and low. It sent a thrill of arousal through Huen.

 

Huen didn’t reply. He gently took the magic book from Aine’s hands and set it on the ground, then took her by the chin and lowered his mouth to hers.

 

For a moment, the kiss was nothing. But after a second, Huen’s lips warmed to Aine. Aine sighed softly as Huen slipped his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. Huen’s desire grew as he pulled Aine out of her chair. Without breaking their kiss, Huen gently pulled Aine to the ground. She lay on her back and he crawled between her legs, his cock throbbing with lust.

 

“Aine,” Huen murmured softly in Aine’s ear, biting at the delicate skin. Aine moaned with pleasure, arching her back under Huen. Her breasts pushed against his chest and Huen groaned. He slid his hands down her body, pushing her skirt up to her waist.

 

Aine flushed. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered softly. “Does that matter?”

 

Huen shook his head and kissed her again, nibbling at her lower lip until Aine moaned with pleasure. He could see a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her olive skin and he brushed her curly fair hair out of her eyes as he kissed her deeply. Aine wrapped her arms around Huen’s neck, spreading her thighs wide. Huen reached between their bodies, fumbling with the leather ties on his breeches. Aine ran a hand through his close-cropped hair and sighed with happiness.

 

With shaking hands, Huen plucked and pulled at Aine’s dress until the bodice was loosened. When the silk material fell away from her breasts, he lowered his head to her chest and took one of her stiff brown nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin. Aine moaned again, arching and writhing beneath Huen as he pleasured her. Huen slid a hand up Aine’s bare thighs, rubbing her soft, creamy skin with his fingers. A musky scent filled the room and Hen realized it was the scent of Aine’s arousal, flooding his senses. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as his fingers inched closer and closer to the fork between her legs.

 

When Huen stroked Aine’s slippery flesh, she moaned and squirmed like a fish. She pushed her hips forward, obviously eager for more pleasure. Huen’s cock was throbbing so hard he could barely stand it. Desire was tightly coiled in his stomach as he pulled his leather trousers down his muscular hips and positioned himself between Aine’s legs.

 

Aine’s face was scarlet and flushed as she shivered and cried out with pleasure. Huen braced himself with a hand on her hip and pushed forward.

 

“This may hurt,” Huen whispered. “Tell me if you wish me to stop.”

 

Aine nodded. She sighed and pulled Huen close as he slipped inside of her for the first time. Aine tensed, Huen could tell it was painful for her.

 

“Do you wish me to stop?” Huen whispered in Aine’s ear.

 

“No,” Aine replied softly. “I want you to keep going.”

 

Huen stayed like that for a moment, locked inside of Aine. Then he began to rock his hips, shifting and twisting back and forth. After a second, Aine relaxed in his arms and he could tell by the soft, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth that she was enjoying herself. Huen moved faster and faster, filling Aine with his manhood as each thrust cascaded into her. Aine arched her back and moaned softly, her hands gripping Huen by the shoulders. She began rubbing her body against his, wrapping her long, tanned legs around Huen’s waist.

 

Aine cried out with pleasure. Huen could feel her pulsing and her pussy gripped his manhood. The delicious sensations set him off, and soon his own orgasm washed over him like a great wave. Huen gasped and groaned, burying his face in Aine’s neck and inhaling her sweet scent.

 

Huen reached for Aine’s hand and tangled his fingers with hers.

 

“Aine,” Huen whispered.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I was simply saying your name…it’s beautiful, you know,” Huen said quietly. He slid out of Aine and pulled his trousers up but didn’t fasten them. Then he pulled Aine’s skirt back down over her legs and lay down, resting his head on her warm chest.

 

Aine yawned. “That was amazing, but now I am feeling tired,” she said with a giggle, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Huen.

 

“I, too,” Huen said, yawning until his jaw popped. “We’ll just close our eyes for a few moments before returning to the books.”

 

And just like that, they fell asleep.

 

“Huen! Huen! Get up!”

 

Aerdan’s voice seemed unnecessarily loud and harsh. Huen sat up with a jolt before reaching down and shaking Aine.

 

“Aine, wake up,” Huen said quickly. “It’s time to go.”

 

“No,” Aerdan said, shaking his head. Now that Huen was properly awake, he could see his friend looked exhausted and terrified. “Something’s happened,” he said. “Get dressed, follow me.”

 

“What?” Huen blinked. “What is going on?”

 

“I do not know,” Aerdan said. “But friend, there is danger afoot. You must take Aine home,” he said. “Away from the castle, far from here.”

 

Aine got to her feet, looking nervous but strong. “Are we in danger?”

 

“I do not know, lady,” Aerdan said. “It is best if you both leave, as quickly as possible. Come, with me!”

 

Huen reached for Aine’s hand, pulling her close as they followed Aerdan out of the library. The halls of the castle were packed with people, all shouting, and pushing. It was like being in the midst of a herd of cattle, and Huen’s heart began to race.

 

“Aine, this way!” Huen yelled. “Follow close behind me!”

 

Aine nodded. Her face was white with panic, the sweaty afterglow of love all forgotten.

 

Huen pushed against the crowd, trying to find a way out of the castle. Everyone was streaming in front outside, pushing and shoving and shouting obscenities to get their way. Huen was nervous as he tried to lead Aine to safety.

 

Whatever has happened, it’s not good, Huen realized. A stab of dread pierced his chest and he shivered. What could have possibly happened? In his thirty years, Huen had never seen anything like this before. Zheka had always prided itself on being a peaceful nation of calm – but nothing about this mob was calm.

 

Someone shoved into Huen and he stumbled, losing his footing. In an effort to stay upright, he pulled his hand away from Aine.

 

“Huen!” Aine screamed. “Help me!”

 

A crowd was pushing her farther and farther away. Panic flooded Huen’s brain as he tried to push through the mass of people, but Aine was moving further with each heartbeat.

 

“Aine!” Huen yelled. “I promise, it will be okay!”

 

As Huen tried to shove his way through the stampede, an elbow swung through the air, connecting with the back of Huen’s head. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

 

“Huen!” Aine screamed. “Huen, wake up!”

 

But no matter how loud her cries were, Huen did not awake.

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

Aine

 

Aine walked for most of the night. The crowd had ripped and torn her dress at the skirt and sleeves, but she attracted little attention as everyone seemed to be in the castle. It was dawn by the time she arrived home.

 

“Aine! In the name of the gods, where have you been?” Mie demanded, putting her hands on her broad hips. “What has happened to you?”

 

“I’m fine, Mother,” Aine said. She yawned. “I…I was at the castle, Huen invited me there as a favor for saving him.”

 

Aine could tell by Mie’s expression that she didn’t believe her daughter.

 

“And then what, he tore at your dress?”

 

Aine flushed. “Since I did not have anything appropriate to wear, this was lent to me.” She looked down and sighed at the tattered skirt. “I will mend it before returning it,” she added.

 

“Well, it’s a miracle you made it home,” Mie said. “Glasulian warships sailed into the harbor of Zheka last night. Your father came home to inform me.”

 

Aine swallowed hard. “Glasulian warships?”

 

“Yes, child, do not be so thick,” Mie snapped.

 

“Are we now at war with Glasule?”

 

“No one is certain of anything,” Mie said. “And it would do you well to stop being so impertinent. I’m very hungry this morning, cook me something to eat.”

 

Aine nodded miserably. She was exhausted – the two hours she’d spent curled up on the library with Huen seemed like a lifetime ago. She changed her into own clothing, tied an apron around her waist, and got to work at the hearth.

 

Aine couldn’t understand what was going on – why had Glasule suddenly decided to come to Zheka? She hadn’t heard anything about it, and she was sure that Huen would have mentioned it if he’d known.

 

Huen. Just thinking about his name was enough to send a stab of pain and sorrow through Aine’s heart. She’d looked and looked for him, but the mob had pushed her out of the castle and she hadn’t been able to re-enter, even with Angelica’s fancy dress and her feigned manners. I hope he does not think I have abandoned him, she thought. And then, more nervously: and I hope his wounds are not bothering him too terribly! Aine shivered. Anything could have happened to Huen – he could have been trampled, or killed in the mob.

 

Perhaps he will send word when he recovers, Aine thought, trying to distract herself as she put together a meal of stew and bread for her mother. When the food was ready, Mie offered her some stew but Aine found she had no appetite. How could she eat when Huen may very well be dead?

 

“There was a mob at the castle last night,” Aine said as she placed the loaf of bread in front of her mother.

 

“You should not have been there,” Mie said, raising an eyebrow. She tore a chunk from the bread and dipped it in the stew before chewing with her mouth open. “That is not a place for someone like you.”

 

Aine narrowed her eyes. “Mother, what do you mean?”

 

“You are not to get ideas above you,” Mie said. “This is your life, Aine. You are a peasant, like your father and I.”

 

“I do not have ideas above my station,” Aine said, feeling hurt. “Huen merely…invited me as a courtesy.”

 

Mie shook her head in disbelief. “And calling a royal cousin by his first name! You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” she said. “Do you want to be executed? How do you think you will feel when that man settles down with a wife? A wife who was bred for him – the kind of woman he deserves to be with!”

 

Tears stung Aine’s eyes and she blinked so her mother wouldn’t see that she was about to cry.

 

“It is better to be grateful for what you have,” Mie said. “You have become an expert with needlework, so you will always be able to afford food and a shelter.”

 

Aine frowned. I don’t want those things, she thought. I want to learn spells and healing. I want to read and become educated. And I want Huen. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night when she and Huen had been tangled up together in the library. It had been Aine’s first time making love, and yet none of the things she had heard were true. It had only been painful for a second or two. Huen had been loving, kind. She’d felt comfortable showing her true self to him.

 

“Aine? Are you listening to me?”

 

Aine flushed. “Yes, Mother,” she said.

 

“Clean up this mess, and then there is a pile of sewing that calls for your attention,” Mie said. “Although you may want to start with that gown.” She raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t want anyone from the castle coming to put you in chains because of a torn dress.”

 

Aine sighed “Yes, Mother,” she repeated. She took the plate from Mie and took it outside, washing it in the flow of the spring water. The cold water felt soothing on her hands and she wiped her forehead, enjoying the refreshing sensation.

 

"Mother," Aine said once she was back inside. “Why is Glasule feared? I am from Glasule, and I would like to think that I am not fearsome.”

 

Mie shook her head. “Child, there is much you do not understand.”

 

“So, then tell me,” Aine said. She settled down by the hearth and took Angelica’s dress in her hands. Aine was dismayed to see that the hem was torn and muddy. It might be ruined, she thought as she examined the rips and tears.

 

“No,” Mie said. “That is for idle tongues, not working children.”

 

Aine frowned. Suddenly, she remembered how fearful Angelica had looked when Huen had mentioned that Aine was from Glasule. There must be something horrible that I do not know, she thought, biting her lip until the salty taste of blood filled her mouth. Still, Mother is right. I need to mend Angelica’s gown. Perhaps if no one from the castle comes, I can return it myself and check on Huen.

 

Aine kept one eye on the door as she worked, desperately hoping that every sound of the world outside their hut was Huen, coming to tell her what had happened. Instead, there was silence. It was eerie – somehow, the lack of sound filled Aine’s head and made her paranoid. Her hands were shaking by the time she’d finished with the dress.

 

At mid-day, Mie sent Aine out with a morsel of bread for Thom. Aine looked for her father with a heavy heart. When she did not find him after an hour of searching, she pulled the bread from her pocket. Huen isn’t going to come, she realized. If I want to make sure that he is well, I will need to go to him. Her back ached from hours spent hunched over the fabric, but Aine felt a wave of determination pass through her body. She began to walk faster, towards the castle, looking everywhere for Huen.

 

It wasn’t hard to figure out where Huen’s parents lived. They had a grand home, just outside of the castle. It was practically as luxurious as the castle itself, and Aine stared at the front door for a long time before wondering whether or not she should actually knock. But after a few moments, her curiosity grew and she knew she couldn’t leave without at least asking.

 

The door was opened by a plain woman in an apron with dark hair. Huen must take after his father, Aine thought. I never would have expected his mother to look like this!

 

“Have you seen Huen?” Aine asked, trying to make herself look tall and important. She was still wearing her tattered dress, and the woman eyed her with obvious disdain.

 

“I have not, miss,” the woman replied curtly. “Shall I fetch his mother?”

 

Oh, I’m such a fool, of course, a family like Huen’s would have servants, Aine realized, flushing hotly.

 

“Yes, please,” Aine said, biting her lip. “Thank you,” she added.

 

The woman sighed as if she couldn’t believe that she was being inconvenienced by a peasant like Aine. No wonder Huen is so arrogant, Aine thought as the door slammed in her face. If he’s been around people like this his whole life, it’s a surprise he has the ability to be kind at all!

 

Aine pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heard an angry, shrill voice followed by a loud flutter of footsteps. Just as she yanked her head back, the door flew open. A beautiful woman in long emerald silk robes stared at Aine.

 

“Are you the reason my son has been missing?” The woman asked, glaring sharply. “Tell me, wench!”

 

Aine trembled. “I cannot answer that, ma’am,” she said, lowering her eyes in respect. “But I was with Huen the previous night…we were at the castle, and something happened.”

 

The woman’s face went white. “You must tell me exactly what happened. Now, wench!” She demanded loudly.

 

Aine cleared her throat. “I do not know, ma’am,” she said, trying to keep her voice low and respectful. “There was a mob. Huen and I were separated, and I have heard nothing from him since.”

 

The woman’s expression softened. “I am Deratha,” she said. “Huen’s mother. Come inside, please.”

 

Deratha stepped back, allowing Aine inside. Aine looked around in wonder, staring at the shiny, polished marble floor and beautiful dark wooden furniture that filled the interior of the house. In a way, it was even lovelier than the castle. Aine could tell that someone had put a lot of thought and effort into designing the home, and she suddenly felt a pang of sadness that she would never be able to do the same for Aine.

 

Deratha led Aine past the marvelous foyer and into the kitchen, which was significantly plainer. She gestured for Aine to sit at a simple wooden table.

 

“Tell me everything, child,” Deratha said. She rolled her eyes. “I knew my son was getting into trouble, but I had no idea he was carousing with peasants!”

 

Aine flushed. “I found him, outside of my parents’ home. He was badly injured, his wrist was broken. I took care of him until he healed.”

 

“And then?” Deratha raised an eyebrow. “Child, come now, speak freely with me! I won’t harm you,” she added. “I am annoyed, but that is my constant state when dealing with that disrespectful child.”

 

Aine nodded. “He left. And then I found him again. He’d been stabbed in the chest – he was fighting in the arena, which is close to my home – and I took care of him until he was strong enough to leave.” Suddenly, Aine remembered Huen’s secret ambition of becoming a scholar. Based on the frustrated way Deratha was acting, Aine knew it wouldn’t be wise to tell the truth.

 

“And then?” Deratha’s eyes flashed with anger. “Tell me!”

 

“He took me to the castle…he, um, wanted me to meet Aerdan,” Aine said. “I mean, the Commander. Huen wanted me to meet the Commander. And something happened,” she said quickly, flushing at her lie of omission. “I am still not sure. There was a mob, and it pulled us from each other. I have been worried about Huen – he was still injured.”

 

Deratha stared at Aine for what felt like a lifetime.

 

“So, you do not know anything else about the whereabouts of my son?”

 

Aine shook her head. “No, ma’am,” she said. “I do not, I am sorry. I was hoping he was here.”

 

Deratha sighed. “As you can see, he is not, and I am frantic with worry,” she said. She narrowed her eyes and leaned in close. “Child…he has not made you…any kind of promise, has he? Are you in the family way?”

 

Aine flushed and shook her head, embarrassed. “Huen has promised me nothing.”

 

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Aine realized how profoundly sad they were.

 

Deratha nodded. “I see,” she said. “Thank you for telling me,” she said.

 

Aine stared. If Deratha had known that she was lying, she didn’t mention it. Instead, the older woman showed Aine out of the house and shut the door before Aine was even finished walking down the small path. Aine frowned. If nothing was wrong, why hadn’t Huen come for her?

 

Suddenly, she knew. He’s sick of me, she realized as she stared at the castle. Unlike the day before, it seemed peaceful and normal. Aine could see the Glasulian warships in the harbor, but the sight of them didn’t fill her with fear. Instead, she almost wished that she could board one and sail away. Maybe in my own land, I wouldn’t be so unhappy, she thought. Maybe, I’d be accepted and loved for who I am.

 

Aine’s heart twisted and she turned away from the castle, beginning the long walk home. Of course, Huen didn’t care for her. He was a rake – hadn’t his mother said as much? She’d implied that Aine had only come due to some stupid false promise Huen had made in the heat of the moment. Tears came to her eyes as she wondered how many times this same situation had happened before. Aine’s heart twisted in her chest. Why would Huen even bother with a peasant girl, now that he had what he wanted: full access to all of the libraries in the castle, and a healed wound?

 

Aine sniffled. She reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek, determined to stop crying before she made it home. She didn’t want Mie to know where she had been.

 

When Aine made it back to her parents’ small home, she washed her hands in the spring and went inside. The sight of Angelica’s dress twisted her heart but she set her lips in a thin line, vowing not to think of it.

 

“Aine!” Mie said angrily. She stood up from the table and put her hands on her hips. “In the name of the gods, where have you been, stupid girl?”

 

“I was looking for Huen,” Aine said listlessly, too tired to even bother with a lie.

 

“Your father came home hours ago,” Mie said. She glared at Aine. “And he said nothing of seeing you. You didn’t even look for him!”

 

“He was not by the lake, or the tavern,” Aine said. She cocked her head to the side and glared at her mother. “And really, that’s all you care about, isn’t it?”

 

Mie raised her arm in the air and swung her hand towards Aine’s face, slapping her daughter across the cheek.

 

“You will not speak to me like that,” Mie said. “I am your mother. I deserve respect, not sass. Do you understand?”

 

Aine shook her head. “It does not matter,” she said. “Huen won’t be returning.”

 

“Nor should he,” Mie said. “And you would do better to know your place, child.”

 

That night, Aine went to bed with an empty stomach. Still, she was not hungry. She knew she should feel better knowing that Huen was, most likely, safe. But she couldn’t make herself care. She was bitter and angry that he’d given her up so easily, just so he could be alone with his books. And making love had obviously meant nothing – gods, Huen had probably been glad when the mob had forced Aine away!

 

A week passed. It seemed the longest, slowest, dullest week in Aine’s life. She kept her head down and did exactly as Mie asked. She sewed garments for the rich until her fingers were numb, and she even sent Angelica’s dress back to the castle with a Zhekan warrior who was on his way back from a show at the arena. The next day, a bouquet of flowers and a kind note came from Angelica.

 

But there was nothing from Huen – Angelica’s note didn’t even mention him. Aine ripped the parchment into shreds and threw it on the fire before Mie could see it.

 

Three days after the note and flowers from Angelica, there was a loud knock at the door.

 

“Well, answer it, child,” Mie said irritably. “Perhaps it’s your father, in a drunken stupor once more.”

 

Aine frowned. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the door, pulling it open and sighing.

 

“Aine!” Huen cried. “Gods, I’ve been searching for you!”

 

Without even thinking about it, Aine slapped him across the face.

 

Huen stared at her, with wide eyes.

 

“You deserve much more than that,” Aine spat, pushing the door closed. Huen stuck his foot in the door.

 

“Aine, please,” Huen said. “Do not do this – I have to explain, something horrible has happened.”

 

“Yes,” Aine said dryly. “I was ripped from your side during the mob, and then a week passed with no word from you! Everything seems to be fine at the castle, where were you?” Without giving Huen a chance to speak, she continued: “I went to your home, do you know that! Your mother treated me like…like some kind of trollop!” Tears came to Aine’s eyes and she blinked them away.

 

I can’t cry in front of him, Aine thought desperately. There’s no way I can let him see me like this!

 

“I am sorry,” Huen said. “For everything, but most especially, for my mother. She is cruel and unfair,” he added. “And I think you can understand why I do my best to avoid going home.”

 

Aine closed her eyes, leaning against the rough door frame. “I understand,” she said softly. “You have what you want. Your books, your solitude. Why would you need a useless peasant girl hanging around, making your life difficult?”

 

“That is not true,” Huen thundered. His color rose and Aine was almost pleased with the angry response.

 

“Then what is true?” Aine countered. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Tell me,” she said, trying to channel the steel backbone of Huen’s mother.

 

Huen sighed. “Please, come with me,” he said. “I will explain everything.”

 

“I am not leaving until you tell me now,” Aine said. “Why would I do that – risk angering my parents once again, on some foolish whim of a rich man?”

 

“Aine, I desperately need your help,” Huen said. He stepped closer and for the first time, Aine could see that he was shaken and startled. “Please, just trust me. I cannot say anything now – pack your things, and come with me.” He gestured behind him, where a magnificent stallion was tethered to a tree.

 

Aine sighed. She looked over her shoulder, at Mie. Mie wasn’t even paying attention – she was hunched over the table with a scrap of fabric in her hand, cursing under her breath. The sad, empty feeling from earlier swelled inside of her. She knew she had every right to be furious with Huen, but she knew she couldn’t stand a life of emptiness. Now that she’d had her first taste of adventure and magic, Aine wasn’t willing to stop.

 

Aine nodded. “Give me a moment,” she said. She stepped inside, closing the door.

 

Mie looked up. “Child, who is that?”

 

Aine bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from smiling.

 

“It was Huen,” she said softly. “He needs my help. I’m leaving with him.”

 

“You cannot!” Mie said. She glared at her daughter. “Now, you come here. My hands are aching – I need you to finish this for me.” She held up a scrap of sewing.

 

Aine shook her head. “Mother, I am no longer a child,” she said. She crossed the floor and grabbed a small creased linen bag. Inside, Aine placed a hunk of bread, an apple, and some cheese. She had no other clothes but took a scrap of silk to use as a handkerchief.

 

“If you leave,” Mie said, shaking her hand angrily. “You cannot be sure that I will welcome you back into my home!”

 

Aine stared at her for a long time before shrugging. “Goodbye, then,” she said softly.

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Huen

 

When Aine came out of her parents’ hut, she was smiling and a warm sense of relief washed over her. “I am ready,” she said.

 

Huen nodded. He scooped her up in his arms and put her on Vlad’s back before climbing on.

 

“Hold tightly to me,” Huen said. “Have you ever ridden?”

 

Aine laughed. “What do you think?”

 

Huen shrugged. “I thought I would take the precaution of asking,” he said. “You become offended so easily!” Huen dug his heels into Vlad’s sides and the horse took off at a fast canter despite its double load. Aine wrapped her arms around Huen’s waist and clung on so tightly that Huen knew she must be terrified. Still, she did not ask him to go slower. Huen admired that – he’d only taken a few girls on rides with Vlad before, and most of them had been terrified.

 

But not Aine. She was fearless.

 

Huen liked that.

 

They rode faster and faster. Huen took a shortcut through the woods, jumping Vlad over a fallen tree. Aine gasped and grabbed Huen tighter, but Huen grinned. She’s having fun, he realized. Despite the severity of the situation at hand, it was nice to know that fun could still be had…even in the throes of a crisis.

 

Outside of the castle gates, Huen slowed Vlad to a walk. Huen and Aine dismounted at the castle stables, and Huen passed the reins to a hand.

 

“So, what has happened?” Aine asked curiously. Her olive skin had darkened from her time in the sun, and tiny freckles appeared on her cheeks. Despite the sad state of her muslin gown, Huen still thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

 

Huen sighed. “Queen Zornaya has come down with illness,” he said. “But no one knows what is the matter. Not even the most skilled sorceresses in Zheka have been able to treat her.”

 

“You’ve been at the castle?”

 

Huen nodded. “All week,” he said. He sighed. “Aerdan is taking this horribly, he’s afraid that his mother will die and he’ll have to assume the position of High Commander earlier than expected.”

 

Aine bit her lip and frowned. “That is dreadful news,” she said softly. She flushed. “Huen, I am very sorry I struck you.”

 

Huen shrugged. “I deserved it,” he said. “At least, I did before you knew as you do now.”

 

Aine nodded. For a moment, Huen thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she kissed her fingers and touched his cheek.

 

“Better?”

 

Huen tried his best not to grin. “Yes,” he said stiffly. “Now, come with me.”

 

When Huen led Aine into the castle, he noticed that it was still and silent. Zornaya had been ill for over a week – she hadn’t been able to get out of bed, and now everyone was saying that she wouldn’t wake up from a long, troubled sleep.

 

Aerdan met Huen and Aine outside of Zornaya’s chamber.

 

“Why did you bring her?” Aerdan asked.

 

“Your mother once said Aine’s healing work was the best she’d ever seen outside of her own,” Huen explained. “And I thought if anyone has a chance of healing the Queen, it is Aine.”

 

Aine flushed hotly at Huen’s side.

 

"All right," Aerdan said. He gave a brief nod and the guard at door pushed it open.

 

Huen led Aine inside Zornaya’s chamber. The Queen was stretched on top of her massive bed, looking peaceful. But as they approached, Huen could see that she was anything but at peace. Her face twitched and shifted, and she was mumbling a stream of nonsense under her breath that Huen couldn’t understand.

 

“She has been like this for days, now,” Aerdan said quietly to Aine. “There’s something badly wrong with her. The healers have tried everything, but nothing seems to work.”

 

Huen looked at Aine. “Do you know what is wrong?”

 

Aine frowned. She bit her lip and stepped closer, twisting her hands in front of her body.

 

“She is speaking Glasulian,” Aine said softly. “The ancient language of Glasule.”

 

Aerdan frowned at her. “How do you know?”

 

“All natives of Glasule are born with that language, it is imprinted on us from birth,” Aine said. She closed her eyes and stepped closer. “I…I have never had a need for the language.”

 

“This is bleak, friend,” Huen said to Aerdan, putting his hand on Aerdan’s shoulder.

 

“She…she is speaking of the future,” Aine said, obviously hesitant. Huen watched as she chewed on her lip.

 

“Well, what is she saying?” Huen demanded.

 

“That matters not,” Aerdan said quickly. “We must figure out a way to remove her from this trance.”

 

“She has been possessed,” Aine continued. “By…a sorceress,” she added, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

 

“Thank you,” Aerdan said. “Aine, I appreciate your help very much. Now, we must get you home and find a way to assist my mother.”

 

Huen frowned. “Friend, that is not—“

 

“I am not leaving,” Aine said sharply. “I am the only one who speaks the language here, I am a valuable asset to you.”

 

“Do not speak that way to me,” Aerdan said in a regal voice. “Huen, please, take your lady and your leave.”

 

Huen turned to Aine. “Aine, perhaps we should do as Aerdan requests,” he said. “It is his mother.”

 

“She may be his mother,” Aine said sharply. “But she is my Queen, and I will not leave until I am sure she has been restored.”

 

“And do you not think that restoring her would be a job better suited to a royal?” Aerdan asked, his nostrils flaring.

 

“Aerdan, calm yourself,” Huen said. “Aine – what is the Queen speaking of?”

 

Aine shivered. “She is saying that unless the curse can be broken, she will forever remain in control of the evil sorceress.”

 

“This is no place for you,” Aerdan said angrily.

 

“Come, friend,” Huen said. He reached out and put a comforting hand on Aerdan’s shoulder. Aerdan brushed it off immediately and glared. “Aerdan! Listen to Aine, she knows what she’s talking about.”

 

Aerdan closed his eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “I will handle this myself. Please. Leave.”

 

Huen turned to Aine with an apologetic look on his handsome face. “Aine, I am so very sorry,” he said. “Come with me.”

 

Aine’s dark eyes flashed with anger. “You can never make up your mind,” she said angrily. “And you expect me to read it all the same!”

 

“Aine,” Huen said. “Wait, do not go!”

 

But Aine had already stomped outside of the Queen’s chamber. Huen glared at Aerdan before taking off after Aine at a fast clip. I can’t believe Aerdan is being so incredibly stubborn, Huen thought as he darted down the hall after Aine – for a petite girl, she set a very fast pace. Aine only wants to help – why can’t he see that?

 

An anger unlike anything Huen had ever felt was beginning to bubble inside of him. For the first time in his life, he realized that perhaps it was true – that Zhekan class differences were insurmountable. I don’t care, Huen thought as he stalked after Aine. She makes me content and happier than I’ve ever felt before, I don’t care if she’s an orphaned peasant!

 

“Aine!” Huen cried. “Wait, slow down!”

 

Aine slowed. Huen approached, putting a hand on her shoulder. She was heaving and Huen realized she was sobbing. When she spun around, her olive face was streaked with tears.

 

“I only wanted to help him,” Aine said, sniffling. “And he won’t even listen to me because of this!” She gestured at her tattered dress.

 

Huen pulled Aine into a close hug. “I know,” he said. “I’m sorry, Aine. I had no idea he would react in such a way.”

 

Aine bit her lip and frowned. She looked as though she were thinking very hard.

 

“We need to find Angelica,” Aine said quickly. “Where is she?”

 

Huen frowned. “Aine, I’m not sure Aerdan would be willing to listen to her at the moment, either – he’s obviously not very stable at the moment.”

 

“No,” Aine said. “Not that – something else.”

 

Huen nodded, although he still didn’t understand. “Okay,” Huen said. “Come with me.”

 

Huen led Aine through the castle until the reached the staircase leading to Aerdan’s chamber. Huen and Aine climbed in silence.

 

“Angelica!” Huen called, knocking on the door with his fist. “Are you in there?”

 

The door swung open and Angelica stood there, looking sick. Her pale skin was even whiter than usual, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her dark hair was twisted into a tangled knot at the back of her neck.

 

"Angelica, what's the matter?"

 

“Hush, Huen,” Aine said. She walked into the room and linked her arm with Angelica. “Angelica, I need you to be very honest with me,” she said softly. “We need to do something about the Queen. Aerdan is refusing my assistance.”

 

Angelica nodded. She pressed her lips together in a thin line. “I know,” she said in a shaky voice.

 

“Why, Angelica, you’re freezing cold,” Aine said. Aine walked to the bed and grabbed a fur wrap, draping it around Angelica’s shoulders.

 

Angelica nodded. “I…did something wrong,” she said softly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small green stone. It was pulsing and glowing with bright light.

 

Aine gasped. “That is a powerful Glasulian relic!”

 

Angelica nodded again, looking miserable. “It hurts to touch,” she said, wincing. “It burns.”

 

Aine took the talisman from Angelica. “It feels cool to my skin,” she said softly. “Huen?”

 

Reluctantly, Huen reached forward and put his fingers on the stone. The surface was unbearably hot, and he yanked his hand back in pain, shaking it through the air in hopes to cool it.

 

“Glasule is angry with you,” Aine said in a strange voice. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started muttering a stream of gibberish that Huen didn’t understand.

 

Angelica looked at Aine in a blind panic. “What is she talking about? Do something!” Angelica begged Huen. “Not her, too!”

 

Huen grit his teeth and reached for the stone, ripping it from Aine’s hand. It burned his flesh and he dropped it to the floor where it skittered under a table.

 

Aine’s color returned to normal. “Angelica, why did you take that?”

 

Angelica shrugged, looking helpless. “I thought it would be valuable,” she said softly.

 

Aine groaned. “Well, this is why Glasule has possessed our Queen,” she said. “They want the stone back, but I do not think that is a wise idea – it is clearly powerful.” Stooping to the ground, Aine ripped a piece of cloth from her tattered skirt and wrapped it around the stone, putting it inside of her pocket.

 

“As long as the stone does not touch my flesh, it does not affect me,” she said softly.

 

“Well, we have to do something,” Angelica said desperately. “I can’t just sit here anymore, it’s driving me insane!”

 

“I know,” Huen said. He sighed. “Aine, do you have any ideas?”

 

Aine bit her lip. After a long moment, she nodded.

 

“Yes,” Aine said softly. “I’ll need to visit the library.”

 

A wildly inappropriate vision flashed into Huen’s mind – Aine’s body and his own, tangled together in a passionate embrace. Then the severity of the situation came crashing back to him, and he shook his head.

 

“Yes,” Huen said. “I’ll take you.”

 

Aine looked at him gratefully. “Thank you,” she said softly.

 

“Do you think you’ll be able to think of something?” Angelica asked, her hands clasped together in a desperate prayer at her chest. “Please, tell me you can fix this!”

 

Aine bit her lip and nodded slowly. “I think I can,” she said. “But we mustn’t waste any more time.”

 

Huen stared at her, momentarily taken aback by her strength. She’s a peasant, he thought. And yet she is the strongest woman I have ever known.

 

“Yes,” Huen said. “Come with me.”

 

Together, they fled down the staircase and into the chaos of the castle.

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Aine

 

Aine and Huen stole into the library, locking the door behind them. For a moment, Aine closed her eyes and wished she could dive into Huen’s embrace, just as she’d done last time. Then, she shook her head, willing herself to stay in the moment.

 

This is a matter of life and death, Aine realized as she scanned the library shelves for any books on Glasule. And if I can’t find a solution, the entire kingdom will be plunged into darkness.

 

“Aine?” Huen asked quietly. “How can I help?”

 

Aine sighed. She sank down into a chair and closed her eyes, resting her forehead against her propped hand.

 

“Start by collecting all the books on Glasulian magic you can find,” Aine said. She yawned. “I am so tired.”

 

“Why not rest for a while?” Huen suggested.

 

Aine shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “There is no time.” She bit her lip and looked fearfully into Huen’s eyes. “I wouldn’t have told Aerdan, but the Queen’s time on Zhekan soil is running out. The possession is almost complete.”

 

Aine shivered. “Whoever possessed her is very powerful,” she said. “I can tell that the Queen has a very strong and stable personality.”

 

Huen nodded. “She does,” he said.

 

Aine got to her feet and wiped her hands on her skirt. Even though it was wrapped up safely in her pocket, she could feel the talisman beating like a heart. It made her feel heavy and tired, slow and stupid. But she knew she couldn’t risk the chance of losing it, and every few moments, she reached down and patted it reassuringly through her pocket.

 

Huen returned with a large stack of books. They were dusty and ancient, and he sneezed as he set them down on a table.

 

“I’ll help you,” Huen said. Aine passed him a book as she opened one of her own, scanning the pages. Lots of things about Glasulian history – evidently, Glasule was known for its love of war and death – and in frustration, she tossed the book to the side and picked up another.

 

“I can’t read this,” Huen said after a long moment. He swallowed and handed the book over to Aine, his forehead creased with frustration. “Curse the gods!”

 

“Hush,” Aine said. “There is no time to be angry, Huen.”

 

Huen nodded, but Aine could tell that he felt frustrated and powerless at his lack of ability to help.

 

For hours, Aine poured over book after book. Finally, at the bottom of the pile, she found a book covered with magical symbols. Her hand trembled as she opened the cover and began flipping through the pages.

 

“This is it,” Aine said excitedly. “Look, a spell to exorcise evil spirits!” She frowned, tapping at the vellum page with her ink-stained finger. “At least, I hope this works on Glasulian spirits, too.”

 

Huen frowned. “Do you think you can learn this?”

 

Aine bit her lip as she scanned over the steps and ingredients for the spell. “It’s challenging,” she said. “But not all that different than what I’d expect, I suppose.”

 

Huen sighed. “Oh, gods,” he said. “I think this might be our only chance. He cleared the table. “Can you practice here?”

 

Aine frowned. “I don’t think so,” she said softly. “It might be dangerous.” She shuddered. “It says here – side effects of performing the spell can be an explosion, violent illness, or death.”

 

“Oh, Aine,” Huen said. He reached for her hand and squeezed.

 

“I have to do it,” Aine said, although she felt nervous and scared at the thought of trying something so difficult and dangerous was terrifying. “I can’t let Queen Zornaya die – not without trying.”

 

Huen nodded. He narrowed his eyes.

 

“What is it? Are you upset with me?”

 

“No,” Huen said slowly. “I…I am worried about you, Aine,” he said. “Forgive me, I do not mean to sound so patronizing.”

 

Aine flushed. “You’re worried? About me?”

 

Huen nodded. “Yes,” he said.

 

Aine wasn’t quite willing to admit that she, too, was nervous. Instead, she closed the book and tucked it under her worn cloak. “I should be alone while doing this,” she said. “And I’ll keep the talisman with me.”

 

“I don’t want to let you out of my sight right now,” Huen said. “What if something happens?”

 

Aine swallowed. “That is a possibility,” she said softly. “But hopefully one that will not come to pass.”

 

Huen sighed. “But I have a feeling that you will do whatever you wish,” he said. “You are very headstrong.”

 

Aine laughed. The idea of someone like Huen calling her headstrong was ridiculous.

 

“What?” Huen frowned. “I fail to see the humor in this situation.”

 

Aine sighed. “No, nothing like that,” she said quietly. “Just…well, coming from you, that’s a very interesting thing to say.” She caught Huen’s velvet brown eye with her own. “After all, it was I who rescued you from a certain death...and then you went back for more!”

 

Huen chuckled dryly. “I suppose you are right,” he said. “I will stay here, and make sure Aerdan does not do anything too drastic.”

 

“Do not tell him what we’re doing,” Aine said. “I do not want to disappoint him even more.” She held her chin high up in the air. And I want him to know that even peasants have their value, she added silently. Arrogant bastard!

 

Huen escorted Aine to the entrance of the castle.

 

“I will be in the woods,” Aine said. “Please, keep watch over Aerdan. And do not let Angelica continue to blame herself – she should not have taken the talisman, but I hope to correct everything as soon as I can.”

 

To her surprise, Huen pulled her into a close embrace.

 

“Please, be careful,” Huen whispered in Aine’s ear. A shiver ran down her spine at the touch of his hot breath against her sensitive skin.

 

“I will,” she said softly. She was tempted to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him, but her mind was swimming and swirling with confusion. Whenever Aine closed her eyes, images of the vellum pages swirled in front of her mind.

 

Aine walked out of the castle, feeling an odd mixture of feelings. As she walked down the sloping lawn, past the stables, and into the woods, she was grateful for the cool relief from the hot sun overhead. The sunlight filtering through the verdant trees made the air tinged with green, and Aine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If I had my way, I’d live in the woods, away from the kingdom, she thought as she broke into a fast trot. No peasants, no royalty, no overbearing mother…just me.

 

Then Huen’s face popped into her mind. She frowned – she didn’t like the idea of living without Huen, either. Aine’s cheeks flushed. Silly girl, she thought. You can’t start thinking like this – after the Queen is healed, you’ll never see Huen again.

 

The thought made her irrationally sad.

 

Aine walked for an hour until she found a small clearing near a brook. She dropped to her knees and cupped her hands, bringing the blessedly cool spring water to her lips and drinking greedily. Aine hadn’t even realized how thirsty she felt until the water touched her tongue. She drank until her stomach was swollen and full, then pulled the book from her hands and flipped through the pages.

 

Aine’s hand was trembling nervously as she reached into her pocket and pulled the talisman free. She unwrapped it, then sat down with her legs crossed and the talisman resting in her the palm of her right hand. Immediately, a hot sensation rushed through Aine’s body. She felt powerful like she could set fire to the trees merely by touching them.

 

“Oh, ancient goddess of Glasule,” Aine said. The words sounded strange to her ears, and she knew she was speaking the native language of her homeland. “Please, make me strong. Allow me to liberate the Queen of Zheka from your prison, allow me to bring her back to the light.”

 

A bolt of lightening crashed from the sky, striking one of the trees. It fell right next to Aine and she shrieked, jumping away from the falling trunk just in time to see it crush the ground. Aine’s heart started to thud against the walls of her chest and she swallowed nervously.

 

“Oh, ancient Goddess of Glasule,” Aine said, closing her eyes and willing her body to channel the necessary energy. “Please come to me, fill me with your strength!”

 

The skies ahead darkened and after just a few seconds, Aine felt drops of rain splatter her face and shoulders.

 

“Ancient Goddess!” Aine screamed, clutching the talisman tightly in her fist. “Give me your power!”

 

Lightning flashed again in the sky and a loud boom of thunder made Aine jump in fright. Her heart was racing and she felt sick to her stomach. Dropping to her knees, Aine vomited gushing water from her mouth. Her throat burned and tears came to her eyes as she choked and coughed. Her gut was twisting painfully but she forced herself to get back to her feet and face the storm.

 

“Goddess of Glasule,” Aine called, closing her eyes and spreading her arms wide. “Fill me with your power! Allow me to clear the storm!” She slowly pulled her arms in close to her body, then spread them wide again. The pages of the spellbook flipped and swirled in the lashing wind and rain.

 

Aine summoned every measure of her strength, channeling into clearing the storm. Her head was throbbing and tears leaked from her eyes as intense pain racked her body. A strange feeling welled inside of Aine and she gasped in agony as she felt the power leaving her fingertips.

 

The cloud vanished in the sky, and soon the sun was shining down once again. Aine felt a hot flood of adrenaline rushing through her body.

 

“I did it,” Aine said in wonder, flexing her arms. She felt exhausted, wrung out – like she’d just gone without sleep for a week straight – but she was also proud. I’m not useless, Aine thought as she stared down at the glowing green relic still clutched in her hand. And this means I have a chance at saving Queen Zornaya!

 

Just as Aine was about to grab the spellbook and go in search of Huen, she heard the sound of thundering hooves. She grinned. Huen found me, she thought happily. I didn’t even have to look!

 

But as soon as three horses rode into the clearing and surrounded Aine, she knew something was dreadfully wrong. She gasped as three men dismounted. They were wearing long black robes and hoods that obscured their faces.

 

“We know what you are doing, child,” one of them growled. A shiver ran down Aine’s spine when she recognized the language as Glasulian. “And you will be coming home with us.”

 

“This is my home,” Aine said defiantly. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

 

The men dismounted and advanced on Aine, growling.

 

“You have the relic,” one of them grunted. “The relic must be restored.”

 

Aine was terrified, but she stood firm and crossed her arms over her chest.

 

“No,” Aine said. “I will not return the talisman to you – it belongs to me!”

 

The men laughed in unison. They approached Aine with their hands out. Aine shuddered – their hands were bulky and muscular, and she knew that she didn’t stand a chance of winning a fight with them. As quickly as she could, Aine reached for the spellbook and tucked it in her cloak. She darted out from the men and ran into the forest.

 

“After her!”

 

“Catch that damnable child!”

 

Panic flared in Aine as she stumbled and ran through the woods. The cover of leaves, which had seemed so soothing before, only seemed ominous now. Aine gasped as she tripped over a fallen tree, flying through the air and landing painfully hard on the ground. The spellbook and the talisman flew from her hands and she cried out as she watched the talisman bounce along the grass.

 

The sound of thundering hooves wasn’t far behind. Aine scrambled to her feet and grabbed the talisman and spellbook, setting off in the other direction. A charging horse leaped out of the trees and landed on the ground right in front of Aine. She gasped as the horse reared on its hind legs, whinnying loudly as it pawed the air with its front hooves.

 

The man dismounted and growled as he came closer to Aine.

 

“There is no use resisting, child,” the man growled. “Come with me, and perhaps you will survive after all.”

 

Aine screamed in fear as the man’s strong hands grabbed her. He picked her up into the air. Aine kicked and thrashed and screamed, but she was no use for the massive warrior clutching her in his meaty paws.

 

“Huen!” Aine screeched. “Huen, help me!”

 

“Shut your mouth,” the man snarled. He threw Aine over the back of his horse and mounted the saddle, savagely kicking his heels into the animal’s sides. Aine gasped again as the horse took off at a fast gallop.

 

This is it, she thought. Bitterness and defeat welled up inside of Aine and tears came to her eyes. She felt weak and stupid. I was a fool to think I could help, she thought. Aerdan was right after all.

 

The man kept one hand firmly gripping Aine by the neck as he rode and she twisted painfully as his fingers dug into her sensitive skin. For a few moments, she tried to buck and throw him off. But the man gripped her harder than ever.

 

“Whoa!” the man yelled, pulling back on the reins with one hand. The horse whinnied and slowed to a stop as clouds of dust formed in the air.

 

“Stop right there!” A familiar voice yelled. “Let her go!”

 

“Huen?” Aine gasped, wriggling and twisting around and trying to see if it was really him. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him ride into the clearing on Vlad, flanked by Aerdan and another man she didn’t recognize.

 

“This is our prize,” the man kidnapping Aine said sourly. “Leave, or die.”

 

Huen dismounted Vlad and pulled out a sword. Aine gasped. He’s going to get hurt again, she realized as he advanced on her attacker.

 

“Huen, no!” Aine yelled.

 

Huen didn’t listen. Aerdan and the other man dismounted their horses and approached, each with their own sword in their hands.

 

The man gripping Aine’s neck pulled her close. “Don’t even think about running off,” he growled. Then he dismounted.

 

Aine sat upon the stallion’s back and watched nervously as Huen, Aerdan, and the other royal attacked her kidnapped. She gasped as she watched Huen swing his sword expertly through the air. The blade collided with the man’s neck and blood spurted from the gaping wound. The man crumpled to his knees just as the two other hooded riders rode into the clearing.

 

Aine’s heart was pounding nervously as she watched the two hooded men dismount and approach Huen, Aerdan, and their companion. For a moment, she could barely watch as Aerdan attacked one of the men, swinging his sword through the air and taking an arm off. The man cried out in agony as he dropped to his knees, blood gushing from the wound.

 

Huen and Aerdan made short work of the hooded men. Soon, all three lay on the ground, bleeding and lifeless. Blood was soaking into the grass and the air was filled with the scent of sweat and iron.

 

Aine shivered. Huen ran over to her and pulled her into his arms.

 

“Aine, I’m so sorry, I never should have left you,” he said, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. Aine threw her arms around her neck.

 

Aerdan stepped closer and cleared his throat. Aine knew she should jump away from Huen, but she couldn’t help it. To her intense embarrassment, tears came to her eyes.

 

“I’m sorry,” Aine sniffed, wiping her eyes.

 

“Do not be,” Huen said firmly. “That was quite overwhelming, I imagine.”

 

Aine nodded silently. “Yes,” she whispered softly. “I was terrified.”

 

“Aine, as soon as I returned to the castle, I learned that men from Glasule were hunting you,” Huen said. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, clearly relieved. “I am just glad we found you when we did.”

 

Aine nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly.

 

The man Aine didn’t recognize stepped forward and bowed slowly.

 

“Aine, I am Baelan, a royal cousin,” the man said. “I have heard much about you from Huen.”

 

Aine turned to Huen and raised an eyebrow. “All good, I hope,” she said, keeping her eyes locked on Huen’s handsome face.

 

Baelan nodded. “Yes, lady, all good.”

 

Aine flushed.

 

“Tether their horses,” Aerdan said, tossing a pile of rope of Baelan. He looked at Aine. “Aine, I need to speak with you.”

 

CHAPTER NINE

 

Huen

 

“Huen?” Aine looked into Huen’s eyes, searching deeply. Huen could tell she was exhausted and frightened.

 

“It’s not bad,” Huen said quietly. “Aine, come with us for a moment.” Huen gestured for Aine to follow himself and Aerdan into the woods.

 

“Aine, I want to apologize to you,” Aerdan said, bowing his head and sighing. “I am so sorry that I treated you with such disrespect. As soon as Huen came to me and told me what you were planning, I knew that I had completely underestimated you, and I wanted to say how very sorry I am.”

 

Aine nodded. “Do not worry,” she said. She bit her lip. “I understand.”

 

“Please, accept my apology,” Aerdan said. “And know that I was coming from a place of fear – I am so worried about my mother, and I do not wish to think about what would happen in the event of her death.”

 

“I understand,” Aine repeated. Huen reached for her hand and tangled his fingers with hers, squeezing hard.

 

“I am glad you and Huen have met each other,” Aerdan said. “And I humbly beg for your help in restoring my mother, our Queen, back to a state of normalcy.”

 

Aine nodded. She swallowed and licked her lips. “I am not sure the spell will go entirely as I wish,” she said, paling. “I have not had much time to practice.”

 

Huen squeezed her hand.

 

“I am confident in you,” Aerdan said. “And I would be most grateful if you could perform the ceremony as soon as possible – I fear her time is short.”

 

Aine nodded.

 

“Tonight,” Huen said. He put his arm around Aine’s shoulders and pulled her close.

 

“Yes,” Aine said. She yawned. “I am so sorry, I’m quite tired right now.” She yawned again, covering her mouth with both hands.

 

“Rest,” Aerdan said kindly. “Come with Huen, Baelan, and I. We will take you to the castle and make sure a chamber is prepared for you.”

 

“Thank you,” Aine said. Aerdan called to Baelan, and Baelan appeared with the three Glasulian horses in tow. Now that he could get a better look at them, Huen was almost frightened. They were huge – almost twice the size of Zhekan horses – and they looked vicious, pawing the ground and snorting.

 

“We will take these to the castle,” Aerdan said, looking over the horses.

 

Baelan nodded. “Aye,” he said.

 

“Come with me,” Huen said. He led Aine to Vlad and helped her climb onto his broad back. Then Huen mounted Vlad. Aine wrapped her arms around his waist and clung tightly. Huen was glad Aine couldn’t see the wide grin stretching across his face.

 

Huen knew there was not much to be happy about – the Queen was in a perilous state, and Aine was an inexperienced healer. He wished that Aerdan would have given Aine more time, but he understood that the nature of the Queen’s illness was a serious one. She’s incredible, Huen thought as Aine squeezed him tightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting Vlad choose their path. The warmth from Aine’s body was deliciously sensual, and Huen debated steering Vlad deep into the woods and taking Aine right there and then. But he knew she was tired – and Huen didn’t relish the thought of stumbling across more Glasulian warriors.

 

“You were so strong,” Aine whispered in his ear. She laughed.

 

“Why are you surprised?” Huen asked, turning his head and glancing at Aine from the corner of his eye. “You didn’t know I had the ability to actually win a fight?”

 

Aine didn’t reply, but she shifted nervously on Vlad’s back, drawing even closer to Huen’s backside.

 

Huen chuckled. “I know,” he said. “Maybe I wasn’t particularly skilled at fighting before because I wasn’t fighting for anyone.”

 

Aine fell silent. Then she yawned and rested her head against Huen’s back. He smiled with contentment as Vlad cantered towards the castle.

 

When they reached the castle, Aerdan sent Baelan to the stables with the Glasulian stallions in tow. Then Aerdan led Huen and Aine inside. Huen was glad his friend had apologized, but he still felt a touch of guilt. I behaved the same way when I first learned of Aine’s past, he thought shamefully, kicking at a clod of dirt on the ground.

 

Aerdan directed Aine to a small room on the ground floor. Huen was hoping Aerdan would decide to go check on the Queen or visit with Angelica.

 

“Huen, come with me,” Aerdan said.

 

Huen threw a longing glance towards Aine.

 

“Let her rest,” Aerdan said, raising an eyebrow. “Come with me.”

 

Reluctantly, Huen watched Aine disappear inside the chamber. Then he turned to Aerdan and followed his friend down a long corridor and into the kitchens.

 

“Times are dangerous,” Aerdan said darkly as he reached into the larder and pulled out two apples, tossing one to Huen and taking a large bite from the other.

 

“Yes, but Aine can help Queen Zornaya,” Huen said.

 

“We hope,” Aerdan said. He sighed and slumped down into a hewn wooden chair meant for the kitchen servants. “Huen, I have a bad feeling about all of this.”

 

“What, about Aine?”

 

“No, about Glasule,” Aerdan said. His features twisted into a scowl. “They are going to provoke war against us, no matter what,” he said. “I just hope my mother is restored to consciousness beforehand, so we have a chance of planning our defense.”

 

Huen frowned.

 

“Perhaps Aine can assist,” Huen said. “Perhaps she could act as a sort of ambassador.”

 

“Seriously?” Aerdan stared at Huen. “Huen, you’ve got to get your head out of the clouds! This girl isn’t the answer to our problems,” he said.

 

Huen narrowed his eyes. “You must be joking,” he said. “Why? What is your problem with her?”

 

Aerdan sighed. “I do not have any issue with her,” he said. “And believe me, I am grateful that she is going to help my mother. But Huen! She’s a peasant – she’s not educated, and she’s not a competent sorceress. What use could she be in a war with Glasule?”

 

“For one thing, she’s a native and she understands the language,” Huen said. “True, she was raised in a poor home. But she’s brave and highly intelligent with an aptitude for the healing arts. I think you underestimate her, Aerdan.”

 

Aerdan stared at Huen for a long time before getting to his feet and chucking the apple core across the room into a bin of waste.

 

“Huen, get your head clear,” Aerdan snapped. “This girl is going to be your downfall!” Before Huen could reply, Aerdan spun on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen.

 

CHAPTER TEN

 

Aine

 

Aine looked around the room, marveling at the luxurious surroundings. The walls were covered with silken paper and the marble floor was cold and soothing on her bare feet. She slowly walked around, touching everything with curious fingers. When she saw the bed – a large, fluffy mattress covered with pillows, furs, and silken blankets, she yawned and pulled her dirty shift over her head. Then she crawled between the sheets and curled up on the pillows.

 

Aine slept for hours. She dreamt of standing in the woods, in silk robes, chanting and singing. She conjured a tunnel of wind from the sky and bolts of energy that shot from her hands, like one of the ancient gods.

 

When Aine woke, she was confused for a moment. Where am I, Aine wondered, looking around in confusion. Darkness had fallen, and the scent of the fresh sea air filled her nose. Aine yawned and stretched, reclining back against the pillows. Even though she had slept almost the whole day, she was still exhausted. Still, she remembered her duty to Aerdan, and climbed out of bed, standing naked for a moment and staring out the window to the sea, far below.

 

A loud knock on the door startled Aine. She jumped and cried out, then pulled her rough dress over her head. After the silken comfort of the bed, she felt more uncomfortable than ever before. Raking a hand through her fair curls, she walked to the door and pulled it open.

 

Huen was standing there, looking sweaty and tired.

 

Aine stepped back to let Huen inside.

 

“What have you been doing?” Aine asked, reaching out and putting the back of her hand to his forehead. His skin was burning up. “You are so warm!” Aine exclaimed.

 

“Vlad and I went for a long ride, to the border of Glasule,” Huen said. He sat down in a wooden chair and pulled off his leather boots, grunting with obvious pleasure as his sweaty feet touched the cool floor.

 

“Oh?” Aine sat on the edge of the bed. “I was asleep for hours,” she said, yawning softly. “I feel so tired.”

 

“Aerdan wishes for you to perform the ceremony soon,” Huen said. “But I wanted to see you first.” He stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting next to Aine.

 

A shiver of excitement ran down Aine’s back. Suddenly, she felt wide awake.

 

“What did you find on your ride?” She asked softly.

 

Huen shook his head. “Nothing,” he said darkly. “Aerdan is convinced that these are the end times,” he said, reaching for Aine’s hand and twisting his fingers with hers. “He is certain that Zheka and Glasule will be at war.”

 

“But…Zheka never goes to war,” Aine said fearfully. She shivered.

 

“Yes, but we have many strong men willing to die for their Queen,” Huen said. He reached up and brushed a curly strand of blonde hair away from Aine’s forehead. “And I understand how they feel.”

 

Aine swallowed. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Queen Zornaya is a wonderful leader. We must all protect her.”

 

“No,” Huen said. “I meant you. I would be willing to die for you, Aine.”

 

Aine’s heart skipped a beat in her chest and she felt her cheeks redden. She was glad for the dark of the room – at least Huen wouldn’t see her blush.

 

Aine swallowed hard. “I…I do not know what to say,” she said softly. “Huen, I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

 

“What? Die for you?”

 

“No,” Aine said nervously. “I would not want you to die.” She blinked and bit her lip. “I…I could not imagine life without you, now that I have met you.”

 

Huen pulled Aine close. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her deeply. Aine moaned softly as Huen’s tongue slid against hers and explored the hidden, secret places of her mouth. When she felt Huen’s sharp teeth gently nibbling on her lower lip, a surge of warmth exploded in her lower belly.

 

Aine wrapped her arms around Huen’s neck and pushed her body close to his, desperate for more contact. As the kiss grew more intense and passionate, Aine crawled onto Huen’s lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her dress rode up almost to her waist and she blushed hotly, knowing she was completely exposed from the waist down.

 

Huen groaned into Aine’s mouth. He put his hands on her waist, then tentatively took the hem of her dress in his hands and pulled it over her head. The cool air of the room hit Aine’s skin in a sensual shock and she whimpered with pleasure as her nipples stiffened. Huen pulled her close and her breasts rubbed against his leather tunic. The sensation was delicious and Aine lowered her face to Huen’s neck, kissing and nibbling at the soft skin. She fumbled at the lacings on Huen’s tunic with clumsy fingers.

 

Huen chuckled and gently pushed Aine’s hands away. He locked his eyes with hers as he unlaced his tunic and pulled it over his head, revealing a tanned, muscular body. Aine ran a hand over the muscles of his chest, loving the firm way he felt. Before, their lovemaking had been rushed, intense. But Aine could sense this time was different. She wanted to take her time with Huen, explore him thoroughly.

 

Huen cupped Aine’s breasts with calloused hands, rolling her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. The sensation was incredible and Aine threw her head back, moaning softly as the ends of her hair brushed against the small of her back. Pleasure exploded in Aine’s body and she whimpered. Huen took Aine by the waist and gently lifted her off his lap, setting her down on the soft bed. He crawled on top of her and dipped his head to her chest, flicking his tongue over Aine’s nipples and biting them until she cried out with pleasure.

 

Aine ran her hands over Huen’s close-cropped hand, massaging the back of his neck. She loved the way his muscles swiveled and rippled as his body moved closer to hers. She spread her legs and the musky scent of Aine’s arousal filled the small chamber. Aine reached for Huen’s trousers, fumbling with the laces. Huen gently pushed her hands away, then slid his trousers down his narrow hips and kicked them off the bed.

 

Huen’s hard cock brushed against Aine’s thigh and she whimpered in anticipation. Huen tangled his hands in Aine’s hair, pulling her head back. He crawled between her thighs and nipped and kissed her neck until Aine moaned with pleasure. She spread her legs and pushed her hips forward, desperate for him to enter her.

 

“Oh, Aine,” Huen groaned in Aine’s ear. She shivered.

 

“I want you,” Aine whispered softly. “Please, Huen.”

 

Huen groaned as he steadied himself with a hand against Aine’s hip. When his cock slipped inside of her, she shivered and moaned, arching her back and wrapping her slender legs around his waist. Huen stayed like that for a moment, then began to rock his hips and slide in and out of Aine’s body. She pressed her chest to his, whimpering at the delightful sensations caused from her stiff nipples rubbing against his smooth muscular build.

 

Huen bucked and gasped, kissing Aine and sucking on her lower lip as he slid in and out, thrusting harder with each second. Aine felt her lower belly tense as the pleasure mounted in her body, ready to explode. She held her breath and gasped as Huen’s hands slid all over her body, making every inch of her olive skin feel stimulated and taut with lust. When she closed her eyes, golden fireworks exploded behind her lids.

 

Aine moaned and bucked her body against Huen. A slick coat of sweat enveloped her body and she rubbed against Huen’s pubic bone with as pleasure gripped her between the legs. She clenched her teeth and moaned, straining against his grasp.

 

Huen groaned. He roughly grabbed Aine’s thighs and pinned them down on the bed, vaulting against her until he closed his eyes and grunted. Aine felt something come to life inside of her, and she whimpered softly as her orgasm crashed and broke over her body like a thunderstorm. Electric pleasure filled her from head to toe and she was powerless to move, all Aine could do was lie under Huen and experience the delightful sensations.

 

Huen bucked and gasped, thrusting deeply inside Aine. She felt his body tense and shudder as he came inside of her. Then Huen collapsed against Aine, his sweaty head resting against her sweaty breasts. He stayed inside of her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.

 

Aine shivered as the cool air made her sweaty body feel chilled. She pulled a fur over Huen and yawned, nestling her head in the pillows.

 

“We should rise,” Aine whispered, running her fingernails along Huen’s upper back. “I am sure Aerdan is waiting for me.”

 

Huen groaned as he pulled out of Aine and collapsed on the bed, face first. Aine grinned as she ran her eyes over his muscular body. She ran her hand down his back and squeezed his backside, loving the feel of his sweaty muscles under her searching fingers.

 

“I wish we could stay here,” Aine said softly.

 

“I know,” Huen said. He groaned and rolled over, sitting up and reaching for his trousers and tunic.

 

They dressed in silence. Aine went to the washroom and she washed her hands in the bowl of water and knotted her hair back behind her neck. The lovemaking with Huen had relaxed her, but she was beginning to feel nervous again.

 

When Aine returned, Huen was sitting on the bed looking forlorn.

 

“What if this doesn’t work?” Aine asked softly. “What if I’m not able to free the Queen?”

 

Huen reached for Aine’s hand, pulling her close and kissing her softly.

 

“You are going to try,” Huen said quietly. “And that is all you can do.”

 

Aine nodded. She tried to swallow her nerves, but they were stuck in her throat like a lump of dry bread.

 

“Yes,” she said softly. “I will try.”

 

Please, gods, let me succeed, Aine thought as she followed Huen out of the chamber and up the main staircase of the castle. Because if I fail, I know that I can never show my face here again.

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

Aine

 

When Huen and Aine arrived at Queen Zornaya’s chamber, it was packed with people. Aerdan, Angelica, Baelan, and seemingly every Zhekan courtier was sitting solemnly, staring at the Queen.

 

It was hard for Aine not to feel alarmed. Queen Zornaya looked even worse than she had before. Her skin was pale and clammy, and she felt feverishly hot to the touch. The words she was muttering under her breath were barely audible, even to Aine.

 

Aerdan walked over and shook Huen’s hand. Aine could tell there was some obvious tension between them, but she knew better than to ask.

 

“Aerdan, if I may, could you please escort everyone from the room?” Aine asked softly. “There is too much energy here – I will not be able to focus.”

 

Aerdan didn’t look too pleased with the decision, but he guided everyone but Angelica from the room. When he returned, Aine instructed him, Huen, and Angelica to sit in the corner of the chamber.

 

“And please be quiet,” Aine said softly. “I mustn’t be distracted.”

 

Aine took a deep breath, then drew a circle of chalk on the floor and stepped inside. She brought out the spellbook and set it down on the ground, flipping through the pages until she found the exorcism spell. She closed her eyes and reached into her pocket for the talisman, clutching it tightly in her hand.

 

Something inside of Aine’s chest tightened and she swallowed hard.

 

“Oh, ancient goddess of Glasule,” Aine chanted, breathing in deeply. “Free this woman, Queen Zornaya, from the spirit of Glasule! Restore her to normalcy, and leave her body unharmed.”

 

A clap of thunder from the open window made Aine jump. She kept her eyes locked firmly on Zornaya and slowly approached the bed, holding the talisman out in the head. Aine felt energy swell deep inside of her body and she tried to channel it out of her fingers, pushing everything towards the supine Queen.

 

Rain began to lash the castle and lightning exploded in the sky. Aine did not tear her attention from Zornaya, keeping her eyes locked on the Queen’s face. The Queen fell silent and Aine stepped closer to the bed. She took the talisman and placed it on Zornaya’s forehead.

 

“Glasulian spirit, return to this vessel!” Aine shouted. “I command you to leave the Queen in peace!”

 

Thunder cracked and groaned from outside, and Aine could hear the fierce wind whipping around her. Her skin felt hot and itchy as she pressed the store deep into Zornaya’s forehead. Then the green stone began to glow and shake. It turned from a bright neon green into a deep garnet red, the color of blood. Aine gasped as the Queen’s complexion returned to normal and the sweat dried from her skin.

 

Queen Zornaya opened her eyes. She looked at Aine in confusion.

 

“Who are you?” The Queen demanded.

 

Aine plucked the stone from Zornaya’s forehead and wrapped it in a bit of cloth before slipping it into her pocket.

 

“I am Aine Brevenswood,” Aine said softly. “And I have restored your spirit to your body.”

 

The Queen sat up in bed, her long tresses falling over her shoulders. When she saw Aerdan standing in the corner of the room, she narrowed her eyes.

 

“Son, is this true?”

 

“Yes, Mother,” Aerdan said.

 

Queen Zornaya stared at Aine for a long time. “A peasant girl?”

 

“I am a Glasulian native,” Aine said softly. “I was adopted by Zhekan peasants when my birth family abandoned me.”

 

Zornaya blinked. “And you have saved my life,” she said.

 

“Yes.”

 

“That was not a question,” Zornaya said sharply. Her presence was so intimidating that Aine had the urge to melt into the floor.

 

“Mother, you should be grateful to Aine,” Aerdan said. “She is a friend of Huen’s, and it was her idea to assist you. Perhaps we should give her a payment of gold.”

 

“A payment?” Zornaya narrowed her eyes at her son. “There will be no such thing,” she said. Turning to Aine, she smiled. “Dear, a banquet will be held in your honor, and I would be very pleased if you selected a home near the castle for yourself.”

 

Aine flushed.

 

“Mother, there is still danger at hand,” Aerdan said.

 

“Yes,” Zornaya said tartly. “I can feel it too. But now is not a time to fret,” she added. “Now is a time to celebrate, and that is what we shall do.”

 

Aine bit the inside of her lip to keep from snickering at Aerdan’s pained expression. She dipped in a low curtsey to the Queen, thanking her for her kindness as Huen and Angelica led her from the room.

 

Just as Aine was about to throw her arms around Huen, Angelica took her by the hand.

 

“Aine, come with me,” Angelica said. “We’ll see Huen later.”

 

“But—“

 

“No arguing,” Angelica said serenely. “This way, please.”

 

Angelica led Aine up the stone staircase to the chamber she shared with Aerdan. She reached into a magnificent wardrobe and pulled a silken dress out, handing it to Aine.

 

“You should wear this to the banquet,” she said. “The green will be very flattering with your skin tone.”

 

Aine flushed. “Thank you,” she said.

 

“Do not thank me,” Angelica said. “It is I – and Aerdan – who should be thanking you.”

 

Aine nodded. “I am grateful that it was a success,” she said. “I was very nervous.”

 

Angelica gave her an odd look. “Aine, you are very talented,” she said. “No matter what you choose to do when…well when all of this is over, I do hope you continue with your studies.”

 

“Thank you,” Aine said.

 

Angelica left the room and Aine changed, taking extra care with her hair. Angelica had been right – the dress looked stunning on Aine.

 

When Aine went down to the main hall, she gasped. It was completely transformed. Silk banners hung from the eaves and the walls were decorated with mosaics showing scenes of Zhekan life.

 

“It’s beautiful,” Aine said under her breath she walked toward the long wooden table. It was filled with courtiers, and Aine saw Queen Zornaya take her place at the head.

 

“I would like everyone to be silent, please,” Zornaya said. Aine was impressed – she didn’t even have to raise her voice to get the crowd in order.

 

“As some of you know, I was in a perilous state,” Zornaya said. Her eyes flicked over the crowd until they found Aine. Even from a distance, Zornaya still had the most intimidating stare Aine had ever seen. “But I was saved from a disastrous death by this young woman, Aine Brevenswood.”

 

Everyone at the table clapped and cheered – even Aerdan – and Aine flushed.

 

“This banquet is in her honor,” Zornaya continued. “And I trust that my loyal subjects will treat her with kindness and civility.” Zornaya sat in her throne and the loud chatter resumed.

 

“You look beautiful.”

 

Aine looked up to see Huen, standing there and grinning. She flushed.

 

“Thank you,” she said softly. She scooted over on the wooden bench and patted the spot next to her.

 

“I’d like you to meet my parents,” Huen said.

 

Aine bit her lip. “Well, I’ve already met your mother, and it didn’t exactly go well,” she said softly.

 

“Come, Aine. I am sure they will be much kinder,” Huen said. He offered Aine his arm. She stood up and slipped her hand through his arm, resting her fingers on his muscular elbows. Gliding across the room with her arm in Huen’s, Aine felt like a beautiful, respectable lady. But when she saw Deratha sitting in a regal pose next to one of the largest men Aine had ever seen, she felt a flare of anxiety in her heart.

 

“Mother, Father,” Huen said, bowing his head. “This is Aine.”

 

“Yes,” Deratha said stiffly. “Looking much more appropriate than the last time I saw her.”

 

“Mother,” Huen said sharply. “Aine has performed a great service for the Zhekan people. Please, treat her with respect.”

 

Deratha looked ruffled, but she said nothing. She got to her feet. “I apologize,” she said curtly, in a tone that made it clear she didn’t care much for Aine. “This is my husband, and Huen’s father – Atrian.”

 

The muscular giant next to Deratha grunted. After a second of hesitation, Aine offered him her hand. Atrian kissed it, showing no sign of intelligence. Where did Huen get his genes from, Aine thought as she looked at his disdainful mother and his oafish father. He’s nothing like his father!

 

“Well, Aine, I hope you have enjoyed your time in the castle,” Deratha said. “I am sure it will be quite a trial for you to return home.”

 

“The Queen has given Aine a house near the castle,” Huen said. Aine flushed at the cocky, arrogant tone of his voice. When his disdain wasn’t directed towards her, Aine was surprised to discover just how attractive she found Huen’s affectation.

 

Deratha’s eyebrows flew up in surprise but she merely said: “Oh. How generous of our Queen.”

 

“Yes,” Huen said. “I am so pleased that she will be nearby.”

 

Deratha pinched her lips together. “Yes,” she said. “I am sure you will. Aine, please excuse us. I have some matters to discuss with my husband.” Aine watched as Deratha slapped Atrian’s back so hard he jerked forward. Atrian slowly got to his feet, then lumbered out of the grand hall after his wife.

 

“I am sorry,” Huen said, grimacing. “I was hoping that she would not be quite so nasty to you.”

 

Aine shrugged. “I wasn’t,” she said. She sighed. “I am sure many Zhekan people have a similarly low opinion of me.”

 

“Not I,” Huen said.

 

Aine bit her lip. “Thank you,” she said softly. She felt strange – like an imposter. Even though the table was laden with delicious roasted meats, cheeses, and fruit more beautiful than she had ever seen, she wasn’t hungry. She felt out of place. I can’t live here, Aine thought. They will never accept me, or only pretend to do so because of the Queen. While she felt gratitude toward Zornaya and Huen, Aine realized she would never be a true Zhekan noblewoman.

 

"I should go after Mother," Huen said. He crossed his arms over his chest. “She cannot be that rude to you in the future, I won’t allow it.” He leaned down and kissed Aine’s cheek before darting off after Deratha and Atrian.

 

Aine stood there for a moment, feeling lost. Without Huen by her side, she felt more out of place than ever before. She sighed, then walked out of the castle, over the drawbridge, and towards her parents’ home.

 

The night sky above Aine was dark and filled with stars as she crossed pastures and fields. The cool air felt good on her skin, and she took care not to damage Angelica’s beautiful silk dress. Once she was back in familiar territory, Aine felt a pang of regret. Would she regret walking away from the castle forever? The temptation to stay with Huen forever was stronger than Aine had ever felt it, but she knew there was no place for a girl like her in Huen’s world. Huen needed someone who was on his level – someone his parents would approve of. Someone his best friend, Aerdan, wouldn’t sneer at.

 

The small hut was dark when Aine let herself inside.

 

“Daughter.”

 

Aine jumped in surprise as Mie lit a candle. Mie was sitting at the table, looking cross.

 

“Yes,” Aine said. She swallowed nervously. “I am home.”

 

“I can see that,” Mie said. She frowned as she stood up and walked over to Aine, holding the candle close to Aine’s borrowed silk dress. “And in another fancy gown, I see. What did you do this time?”

 

“I did not do anything,” Aine said. She bit her tongue.

 

“Liar,” Mie said. “Did you earn this on your back?”

 

Aine resisted the urge to slap her mother. “No, mother, it was lent to me for a banquet.”

 

Mie burst out laughing. “A banquet? Child, you are delusional,” she said. “There is absolutely no reason for you to be at the castle. Your place is here, with your family, do you not know that?”

 

Aine narrowed her eyes. “Mother, you don’t even seem to care for me very much!” She hissed loudly. “You are always calling me stupid, or foolish, or inept.”

 

Mie glared at her. “If I say those things, it is because they are true,” she said, sneering at Aine. “And you are stupid and foolish! You’ve gone and fallen in love with a lifestyle that doesn’t suit you, and now you are going to be heartbroken when that man marries a noblewoman!”

 

Aine’s heart sank. She knew her mother was right. “I do not wish to be a part of this family anymore,” she said slowly. “I think it would be for the best if I leave.”

 

“Don’t you dare!” Mie shouted. She threw the lit candle at Aine. Aine ducked and the candle smashed into the hearth, plunging the room into darkness. “You cannot abandon me!”

 

“You don’t even like me, Mother,” Aine said. Tears of anger pricked her eyes and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Why do you even care if I stay or not?”

 

Mie’s nostrils flared with anger. “Because you will care for your father and I in our old age! Just as we have cared for you!”

 

Aine burst into bitter laughter. “Mother, and you call me delusional?” She bit her lip and shook her head in disbelief. “You have never given me an ounce of love or affection, what in this world makes you think I will care for you?”

 

“Because that is what single women do for their parents!” Mie roared. “And no one will ever marry you.”

 

Aine shook her head. “I do not care,” she said hotly. “I am not staying here. Find some other servant to order – I know that’s what you have always wanted from me, anyway.”

 

Mie was silent as Aine gathered her things. She didn’t have much – all of her possessions fit into a small bag, which she slung over her shoulder. As Aine strode out of the home in which she’d grown up, she suddenly felt twenty pounds lighter. She wasn’t sure what she would do – she obviously couldn’t accept the Queen’s generous offer of a home near the castle, but perhaps she could go into business. There wasn’t a huge market for sewing, but Aine was confident in her skills. I can make this work, she thought as she began climbing the hill.

 

The sky was beginning to lighten and Aine slowed, gazing up at the heavens as pink and orange streaked across the sky. She felt almost guilty that she didn’t feel worse – she’d just walked out on her adoptive mother, and she knew she could never return. But I don’t want to, she realized. Mother and Father never cared for me. They treated me like a servant!

 

Aine sighed and began trekking towards the castle. She decided that she could find a small apartment, and perhaps work as a seamstress while studying more about the people of Glasule. Maybe they would be more accepting, she thought. Maybe class isn’t such a problem in my native land.

 

As she walked, Aine let her mind wander. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t get Huen’s handsome face from her mind. That’s the one thing I’m going to miss, she thought. I wonder if he’ll miss me, too.

 

As she rounded the corner and began walking up the hill that led to the castle, she saw a figure on horseback racing towards her. When Aine realized that it was Huen, she froze in her tracks and gasped.

 

Vlad skidded to a stop just in front of Aine, sending clouds of dirt through the air. Aine coughed and choked, covering her mouth and nose as tears welled up in her eyes. Huen jumped down from Vlad and reached for Aine’s hand.

 

“Where are you going?” Huen asked. “Your new home?”

 

Aine shook her head. “You know as well as I that I can’t accept that from the Queen,” she said quietly. “It was a very kind gesture, but she only did it to settle a debt, you know that.”

 

Huen grabbed Aine by the shoulders and pulled her close. “Aine, what is the matter? Why are you sad?” He gave her a pleading look.

 

Aine bit her lip. “Because I cannot be with you.”

 

“What?” Huen squinted and laughed nervously. “Aine, what makes you say that?”

 

“For one, your parents. They would never approve of me,” Aine said softly. She was horrified and embarrassed to feel tears welling up in her eyes.

 

“Forget them,” Huen said boldly. “I’m a grown man – I am almost thirty-one years of age. It’s time for me to move on from what they think.”

 

Aine stared at him. “You really do not understand, do you,” she said quietly as a hot tear rolled down her cheek. “Things are different for you! You’re a wealthy man, you can do whatever you want.”

 

“I want you,” Huen said. “I want you to marry me, to be my wife, to live as equals.”

 

Aine’s jaw dropped. “You cannot be serious,” she said softly. “Even the Commander, Aerdan, hates me! He does not think we are suited for each other.”

 

“If Aerdan cannot accept the woman I love, then we are no longer friends, but I assure you – it will not come to that,” Huen said, his velvet brown eyes blazing with fire. “I am sure Aerdan will come around and accept you.”

 

Aine bit her lip. “And what of everyone who sneers at you for marrying a peasant?”

 

“What of everyone who sneered at me for not wanting to become a warrior?” Huen asked, leaning down to kiss Aine.

 

Aine closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. “Huen, I love you,” she said softly. “But I worry – you do not know what you’re doing. We barely know each other.”

 

“That is not true, and you know it,” Huen said. “I know that you’re a kind, intelligent, beautiful woman. You’re brave and strong – not many would have been willing to save Queen Zornaya at the risk of failure. And you speak your mind.”

 

Aine flushed. “Thank you,” she said softly.

 

“It is all true, and I would not say it if that were not the case,” Huen thundered. “I love you, by the gods! Marry me, Aine.”

 

When Aine looked into Huen’s velvety brown eyes, nothing mattered. The world around her disappeared, and her heart began to beat faster and faster.

 

“I love you,” Aine said.

 

“Then marry me,” Huen said.

 

Aine flushed scarlet red. “Yes,” she whispered, throwing her arms around Huen’s neck and pressing her body to his. Huen wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

 

“You promise?” Huen whispered in Aine’s ear.

 

Aine pulled back just enough to smile at her betrothed. “Yes,” she said. “Forever.”

 

As Aine and Huen kissed, Aine knew that the future was uncertain. She had no idea of what lay ahead for her. But she knew that as long as she and Huen were together, she would be happy for the rest of her life.