Chapter Eight
It was like he had something he needed to make up to her. In the days after his visit to Myrcel, Alastair would not stop doting on Avery. Jewels were laid out before her. Diamond necklaces accented with rubies and sapphires, gold earrings and bracelets. All for her, he whispered into her neck.
Didn’t he understand she didn’t need any of that? She only needed him. She tried not to think about his wife down the hall, the cold, beautiful Vampire Princess who could have killed Avery in a second. She was his wife, but Avery was his everything else. She was his friend, confidant and lover. She was all of the things a wife was meant to be, but she was still not his wife.
It was enough, though just to lie in bed with him, to laugh with him and sleep beside him. She no longer had to travel with her father, she no longer had to steal or lie. There was no more leaving a city in the dead of night, running away from angry dogs or sleeping in the dirt. He had rescued her from all of that. Alastair was her salvation.
When she first felt the rumblings within her, she didn’t say anything. She was sick in the morning, her breasts were tender. But it was too soon to say. The fact that this baby would be the bastard son of the Crown Prince meant both she and it were in danger.
One afternoon, when Alastair was gone, she put her hands on her stomach, her palm flat against her flesh as a wave of nausea passed through her. “Is that you, little baby?” she asked the air. It made sense. She and Alastair had been with each other practically every night. This was the logical conclusion of those activities: a baby. She could see it in her mind. It would be a boy who would have Alastair’s dark eyes and hair. She could see him running along the ramparts, her heart swelled at the thought. A baby. She had never wanted one before. They had seemed like too much trouble and work, but that had been in her old life with her abusive father. Now, with Alastair, things could be different. She could have a real family. Or, could she?
She was lost in her thoughts thinking about her baby when suddenly the door to the room opened. Avery sat up in shock. The only person who entered without knocking was Alastair himself. But it was not her lover who looked back at her from the doorway, it was her brother.
Avery was frozen with fear. Her violent, drunk, angry brother was here. Her brother who had more than once tried to sell her away to the brothels in town. Her brother that used to take her food and make her walk alongside the caravans. In an instant, she was a little girl again. She wasn’t the mistress of the Crown Prince, but a scared child.
He was dressed like a guard, but the uniform was ill-fitting. He must have bought or stolen it from somewhere. He removed his helmet and let out a low whistle as he looked around the lavish suites.
“You’ve done well for yourself since our father’s murder,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. Slowly, her senses were coming back to her and she realized he had no power over her. All she needed to do was to scream and the guards would come running. They would capture Tristan and toss him into the deepest dungeon and he would never bother her again.
“Now, now, don’t go doing anything as foolish as calling the guards,” Tristan said. “Believe it or not, I’m here to help you, sister dear.”
“I don’t want your help,” Avery said. “I want you to leave or I’ll scream.”
“If you scream for the guards and you’ll be dead before morning, killed by the Vampire Princess herself. Trust me, Avery, you want to hear what I have to say.”
“How did you find me?” Avery asked, her voice a low whisper. Myrcel, of course it was Myrcel who was destroying her happiness. She thought of the tiny thing growing in her womb. Could she know already?
“A few of the women from the caravan turned up on the streets. They told me the Vampire Prince had taken a shine to you. I didn’t believe them, but I had to find out for myself. I play cards with some of the palace guards and one of them owed me quite a bit of money. I agreed to make it all go away if he would let me borrow his uniform. I promised not to steal or kill anyone while I was here. I had to see for myself if my idiot sister was the newest whore of the palace.”
She couldn’t stop her cheeks from flushing. A whore, is that all she was? It wasn’t right, he didn’t understand. Alistair loved her. She wasn’t some disposable thing to him. Or was she?
“Have you ever heard the prophecy of Celisa?” he continued. “She was a prophet who lived at the Temple of Four Boulders, five generations ago. She prophesied the break-up of the Varlyn and the creation of the Severed Lands. She knew everything that would happen. She knew about the betrayal by Thorne and the breaking away of the Fire Islands. No one believed her, but she was right.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Avery asked her brother. She should scream or make him leave, but his threat still hung in the air. Myrcel was the only thing that Avery feared. Avery meant nothing to her and Myrcel could kill the nomad and forget all about it by the next day.
“Celisa had another prophecy, one that you fit, dear sister.”
Avery’s heart stopped. A prophecy about her? It wasn’t possible.
“On the seventh full moon of a red year, the only daughter of a seventh son of the lands of Mygie will lie with a Vampire Prince,” he advanced on her as he quoted the prophecy. As she backed away from him, he continued. “Our father was the seventh son and you are his only daughter. Our family came from Mygie. In nine months’ time, she will bear him a son born on a moonless night. Half-human half-vampire, he will be beautiful and terrible to behold. He will conquer the world and reunite the Severed Kingdoms. He shall be the greatest King that Varlyn has ever seen. The world will shudder from his power.”
“That could be about anyone,” she said shaking her head.
“Yeah, that’s the whole point of prophecy, you idiot. Anyone can fit into it. But smart people know to take advantage of that.”
“How am I supposed to take advantage of that?”
“You don’t,” he said, leering at her. “I do.” He walked over to a golden chalice, a trophy Alastair had won. Tristan picked it up, running his hands over the embossed gold, as he held it up to the light to watch his reflection.
“I want money, gold, jewels, whatever you can get me. In return, I won’t tell the Vampire Princess that you are the only daughter the prophecy speaks of. Fortunately, not many have heard of Celise of Four Boulders. Outside of The Sands, the prophecy is not well known. But word could easily be spread. Can you imagine what would happen if people knew? You would be a walking target, little sister,” her brother continued.
“I’m not pregnant,” she said. But her voice wavered. Even she could hear the lie.
“Please, look at you,” he said, disgust dripping from his voice. “Vampires don’t know what to look for, but I do. I can see the curves on you, you’re practically glowing.”
She shook her head and backed away from him, cursing her upbringing. They had been taught at an early age how to read people. They understood signs better, which profited their survival and their thievery.
“I’ll be back in two days, returning at this time. Your vampire lover will not be here and you will have enough treasure to make me happy. Trust me when I tell you that if you try and trick me, or tell your lover about what I said—word will get out. Even if I am dead or in jail, word will get out. I know what I’m doing little sister. Do not, for even one moment, think you’re smarter than I.”
He turned and left. She couldn’t quite believe it. The words of the prophecy echoed in her ears. Was it possible, could it be right? She was the only daughter of a seventh son and while she didn’t remember lying with Alastair on the full moon of the seventh month, it was more than likely they had.
She pulled out his calendar of the cycles of the moon. Yes, the timing was right. It was now almost the end of the eight month and they had definitely lain together during the seventh. She was pregnant, but not too far along.
She pressed her hands to her stomach. She still couldn’t feel anything there. It was too soon. But was it possible? Did she carry the child who would reunite the lands?