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  Empire of Embers

  Lost Queen of Althea Book 3

  By Rachel Medhurst

  Copyright 2019 © Rachel Medhurst

  Please note that the author is English so spelling is in British English.

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

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  Chapter One

  “Try again,” Sarsia instructed from the other side of the room.

  Closing my eyes, I clenched my hands and imagined myself as a dragon. My teeth were almost glued together, forcing my jaw to ache.

  Nothing happened.

  My breath rushed out of me, the sound loud in the bedroom. “It's not working!”

  The blast of my frustration caused Sarsia to look up from where she sat at the table, whittling a small horse. Her small knife had been furtively stolen from the dining room when Leonard had turned away the previous evening. It was a good weapon, one that had to be hidden at all times.

  “Put that away,” I told her as I threw myself onto the bed. “Someone might see it.”

  A month had passed since King Leonard had forced me to marry him. When the others realised what had happened, Leonard locked them away, not allowing me anywhere near them. Over the last few weeks, I had managed to persuade the King that I needed my friends.

  Sarsia's magic had been bound by a silver bracelet, forged from the same metal that hung around my neck. It had been impossible to remove the amulet that forced me to do King Leonard's bidding. For days, I had tried to wrench it off, but it stuck, not releasing from my neck.

  “Cerys must have been wrong,” I muttered as Sarsia tucked the knife in a hidden pocket under her light purple shirts.

  Shaking her head as she came over, she flicked her braid behind her. “I don't believe the dragon would've lied.”

  Thumping down on the bed next to me, Sarsia sighed loudly as she stared up at the ceiling. The witch had been completely restricted, desperate to escape and get free from our prison. Like all of us.

  “How long until the men visit?”

  Sarsia glanced out of the long glass windows, her eyes blinking slowly. She had always been better at telling the time of day with the sunlight. Time had merged the longer we had been held captive. Leonard had kept me locked up, on my own, for two weeks.

  When he had tried to consummate the marriage, I had somehow put him off, telling him that it was bad luck for fae to mate without a full moon. Luckily, it had been a full moon the night before he’d forced me to marry him. Alas, the next full moon would be upon us very soon.

  When I had grown depressed, Leonard allowed Sarsia to come back to stay with me. Trenton and Larnika were in another room, their visits limited to an hour or so a day. In that time, we had been plotting to kill Leonard. The time was drawing near.

  “They'll be here very soon,” Sarsia whispered as a knock on the door was followed by the click of the lock.

  As the door swung open, Trenton and Larnika walked in, frowns creasing their eyebrows as King Leonard followed.

  My heart thumped hard as the King gestured for me to join him near the door.

  “Good day,” he started, bowing to me slightly. “How are you?”

  Our interactions had become stiff, my fury laced with every word spoken to the King. For some reason, he was not as forceful as he had been on the night he'd taken me as his prisoner wife. I had no idea why he had become less aggressive, considering what he was capable of, but I was thankful all the same.

  “I'm weary,” I muttered. Keeping my eyes downcast, I watched his black leather boots as he shuffled in them. “Being confined to this room starves me of fresh air.”

  Stamping his boot, he caught my attention, his gaze delving into mine when I glanced up. “I've given you your friends, I shall arrange an outing. You've not seen your land yet.”

  “My land? Althea?”

  He hissed at me, his fine white teeth flashing. “I told you, forget about that land for now. Dragonscale is yours as well as mine. I'm determined to make you see how much better my kingdom is than that stupid Althea.”

  “The Seelie Court-”

  “Enough!” Leaning forward, he stooped to stare into my eyes. “What do I have to do to erase your memory of that place?”

  Ducking my gaze again, I swallowed as I feigned submission. The others were silent behind us, their presence my only strength in our current situation.

  “Will you show me the land?” I whispered, trying to make my voice pretty.

  Nodding once, he stepped back and glanced at the others. “You've been well behaved for the last month past. I shall reward you with a dragon ride. A tour of the kingdom that you shall welcome as your home soon enough.”

  Spinning on his heel, he marched out of the room. Before the door closed, he looked over his shoulder, straight at me. “Once our marriage is consummated on the full moon, you shall have more freedom. Now that's something to bear in mind.”

  The door thudded shut behind him, the lock clicking into place.

  Shuddering, I turned to the others. They moved to the corner of the room, their legs carrying them to the secret wall. We had managed to create a rough hole by digging away at the sandstone that made up the wall leading to the hallway.

  “What's the strategy for today?” Trenton asked as Sars
ia took out the knife and handed it to him.

  He began chipping away at the sand, painstakingly scooping the material into the cloak that Larnika held underneath the hole. We had been using an old tapestry to cover our efforts, although none of Leonard's slaves ever came into the room. They were afraid of us, and afraid of their King, in case he thought that they were being too friendly.

  “We've been doing this for two weeks,” Larnika muttered. “We're almost there, but I'm worried that they'll catch us before we can escape.”

  The plan was to break the stone through in the night as soon as it was weak enough. Trenton would then fly through it and attempt to let us out. I had tried to be kind to Bern, but he wasn't affected by my feminine wiles. Our fairy would have to try and find the key once free. It would be several nights of scouting before we could finally attempt to escape.

  Going over to the window, I looked up to the sky. The dragons were circling, their wings flapping slowly and deliberately as they kept guard over the castle. The full moon was in three days. I had to find a way to avoid King Leonard's bed before then.

  “I have to kill him,” I muttered quietly.

  Sarsia came to me from where she had been standing beside the door. We took turns in listening for the approach of slaves, ready to warn the men to step back from their scraping. The task was painstaking for all of us.

  Clenching the amulet in my hand, I blinked as a tear dropped from my cheek. It was all my fault. If only I had been able to use my magic to stop Leonard from forcing me to wed him, we would be back in Althea by now, not trapped in a horrendous castle, powerless.

  “You need to stay strong,” Sarsia said, taking my hand and forcing me to release the pendent. “You've managed to shift part of your body into a dragon, Layanna, that's incredible.”

  “Only twice,” I murmured.

  Ever since Cerys had told me that I could shift into a dragon, I had practiced every day. Twice I had managed to breathe smoke and my hand had grown claws but nothing more had happened. It was taking up all my energy on a daily basis. If only I could speak to Cerys again.

  “Can someone please keep an ear out?” Trenton asked.

  Sarsia sighed as she left me, the swing of her braid harsh as she shook her head. The witch had been frustrated with me for days. She believed that I wasn't trying hard enough. As a strong fae princess, with the ability to shift into a fox effortlessly, I should be able to turn into a dragon. And yet, it wasn't coming to me easily. My magic was almost as restricted as hers.

  “Someone's coming!” Her hushed call made the men put down their tools.

  Larnika ran to the bed, tucking the cloak underneath. Trenton shoved the knife into Sarsia's hand before going to the window. As the witch hid the tool, the door unlocked. I stayed where I had been, trying to keep my expression clear, even though my heart pounded loudly in my ears.

  “Queen Layanna of Dragonscale,” Leonard's voice echoed into the room as the door opened and revealed him. “Your journey awaits. Come... please.”

  Gesturing for us to follow him, he stormed away. We glanced at one another, our eyebrows raised. A shout from the hallway made us jump into action, almost running out of the room. Bern had escorted us to the dining room most evenings, but we hadn't been allowed anywhere else in the castle.

  The King waited for me, his arm held out. Taking it, I swallowed my pride, allowing him to lead me to the turret that took us to the platform above. My feet were light on the steps behind him as we wound up and around. Butterflies flipped in my stomach as we came out onto the stone platform, the light illuminating the dragons who stood there.

  Waiting for the others to join us, Leonard pulled on his armour. The metal gleamed, matching that of his dragon, Peeras.

  The vast purple dragon Peeras peered down at me, blinking slowly as I raised my nose in the air and looked away. I would never forgive him for leading Cerys into the cave.

  “I have kept you cooped up for a while, I’ll admit,” King Leonard stated. “However, I'm going to give you a guided tour of Dragonscale. Your dragons have been ordered to stay on a certain path. You will be handcuffed to your saddle so you cannot attempt escape.”

  “Are we to race?” Larnika asked the King, his cheeks pink from excitement.

  Shaking his head, the King placed his helmet on his head as he turned away. “Not today, Sir Larnika.”

  “Sir?” Larnika replied, a frown on his face.

  Inclining his head, Leonard took out his sword and held it in front of him. “If you serve me well, fae, I will grant you a Dragonscale knighthood. You can become part of my guard, protecting both myself and the queen.”

  Larnika's eyes widened as he coughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “I... I shall be honoured,” he stuttered.

  My chest squeezed as Larnika played his role, although a part of me wondered if he was actually flattered by Leonard's offer. Would the former Althean Guard want to be back in a job that he had adored? Surely, he wouldn't want to protect the man who had imprisoned us?

  “My Queen.” Larnika bowed and moved away.

  Not bothering to respond, I took the heavy cloak that Bern offered and placed it around my shoulders. The others did the same, their eyes sparkling at the chance to get out of the room we had been locked in for almost a month. My own heart lightened when Cerys stood forward, revealing herself from behind Peeras.

  “Cerys is your dragon now, Layanna,” Leonard shouted as he climbed onto his saddle. “I'm willing to trust you with this flight. You can go wherever you like.”

  My gaze narrowed on him as I went to Cerys. Who did he think he was fooling? There was no chance he would allow me freedom to fly wherever I wanted to go. I would have to stick by his side to show him that I wasn't going anywhere.

  “Thank you, Your Grace,” I replied as I climbed onto Cerys's wing.

  Tipping me, she helped me to get up onto the saddle. My legs were shaking, so were my hands. If I could somehow be free of the second tyrant who had threatened me, I would be tempted to go back to Ramedia.

  Don't give up, Cerys said in my mind as I settled on the saddle.

  The others were chained to the saddles by slaves, their ankles shackled as they looked ahead, keeping their gaze on the mountains and valleys on the landscape below. They were trapped, and yet, they were happy to be given a taste of freedom.

  I would have to fight for them. My kingdom was a long way away, but those in it could be going through untold terror under Jordeek's rule.

  “We shall take a leisurely pace,” King Leonard shouted. “Please, enjoy the ride.”

  Without waiting for us to be settled, the King urged Peeras forward, the dragon falling off the edge of the castle cliff.

  I clung to Cerys, pleased that the King hadn't had me chained to the saddle like the others. Was he allowing his queen freedom?

  A pang of heat from the amulet made me clench my teeth. Of course, he could control me with the magic around my neck. How could I forget? Luckily, he hadn't bothered to use it against me in the last month, preferring to allow me to follow him, instead of forcing me. However, once I had the wretched thing off my neck, I would strangle him with it.

  Cerys? I spoke in my mind as she thrust over the edge of the cliff, the force sending my hood flying behind me.

  Grabbing onto the saddle with one hand, I gripped my cloak with the other, trying to right myself. It had been a while since I had ridden the dragon, not that I had been very good at it the first time round.

  You make a fine ride. Cerys's thoughts came into my mind.

  Smiling to myself, I settled on her back and looked over the lands of Dragonscale.

  Leonard was showing off, making Peeras swerve between us all. He laughed and clapped his dragon's back, winking at me when he shot past.

  Ignoring him, I took a deep breath and allowed myself to be calmed by the smooth ride.

  Please, Cerys, I pleaded. Tell me how I can change into a dragon.

  Her breath huffed out, crea
ting a plume of smoke that smothered me, making me cough.

  King Leonard turned to look at me as it cleared, a smirk on his face. “Careful, my queen, Cerys can be a little tetchy at times, can't you little dragon?”

  The snort that Cerys expelled was laughed at by the King. He had no time for grumpy dragons, it seemed. Instead, he challenged Larnika to a race. They were to fly to the village and back before we reached them.

  Larnika was happy to oblige, which made me release a breath and relax as they shot off.

  My Queen, I cannot tell you how you can shift, but there is someone who can.

  There is?

  Glancing at the others, I waved softly, allowing them space to enjoy their freedom... well, sort of. They smiled at me, both Sarsia and Trenton closing their eyes to feel the warmth of the sun on their faces.

  A sorceress can see you, right now.

  How?

  As Cerys soared a little higher, I gripped the saddle tighter and flowed with her movement, allowing my whole body to yield, instead of trying to hold firm.

  She can cast an illusion to show that you're still here, flying, but we must be quick. Do I have permission to take you?

  Watching Leonard and Larnika as they darted on the horizon above, I quickly agreed. Before I could think another thought, the sky turned green and a canopy of leaves appeared above us as Cerys landed on the frost-bitten earth. The cool air wrapped itself around me as a woman dressed in furs stepped out from behind a tree.

  Cerys, am I safe?

  It was probably a little late to question my safety considering the woman wielded a spear. One throw of her hand, and it could all be over for the Lost Queen of Althea. Had I been a fool to trust a dragon controlled by a heartless man?

  “Your Highness,” the woman said, curtsying low.

  Her long wavy black hair touched the ground as she ducked her head. The fur on her feet was rough, marred by dirt. Her hands were cracked with dry skin, blood lining some areas. Did King Leonard treat his people poorly, too?

  “I shall be missed,” I blurted as the woman rose.

  Shaking her head, she held up her hand and smiled broadly, revealing broken blackened teeth. Covering my mouth, I tried not to show my shock. She was in a bad way, and yet, she was full figured, not starving. Maybe I shouldn't be quick to judge.