The Great Hunt (31 page)

“Go on,” the king said. His face was deathly pale.

“Its neck and head were like a swamp lizard, Your Majesty. Its teeth so large. It moved fast, like a racing horse, tearing at men with its teeth as it passed, taking whole heads in its mouth!”

Great seas.

Murmurs of disbelief and fear filled the room. The king grabbed his forehead while the queen covered her mouth. Lady Ashley wrapped an arm around Wyneth, crushing her to her chest.

“You are certain of what you saw?” The king asked.

“It’s true.” Harrison stepped up, bowing at the waist. “I saw it from afar, Your Highness.”

“It was unnatural!” shouted a woman. “I saw it, too!”

Others called out their tales. Aerity felt a heavy, sour weight fill her stomach as she met Lord Alvi’s eyes. His fists flexed, causing his arms to ripple with a need to go—to hunt and kill this new foe.

A series of echoing bangs came from the arched wooden doors.

“A soldier with a message!” called the door guard. The
king gave a nod for him to open it. The guard did so, taking a scroll and reclosing the door.

“He says there are more of these notices,” the guard said from the entrance, holding up the scroll. “Messages posted throughout the land.”

Donubhan dashed from the queen’s side. He weaved through the crowd, taking the scroll, and rushed back through, handing it to his father.

The king scanned the parchment. His eyelids fluttered closed and back open. His jaw set. The room went silent as the king poised to speak.

“In this time of sorrow, we must not panic. I beg you.”

“What does it say?” someone behind Aerity whispered.

The king looked to his wife. “If these parchments have been posted, word will spread.”

“Aye,” the queen said quietly. “Be forthright with the people. We must maintain order with truth and fact.”

The king took several labored breaths before composing himself. “It seems that, unbeknown to all, Rocato had a son who had a daughter.”

Voices and gasps rose up. Harrison called out, “Quiet!”

Aerity wanted to scream at her father not to read it, though she knew the notices were all over the kingdom. King Charles raised his voice. “Rozaria Rocato is her name, and she has left us a message.”

Horrified murmurs of “Rocato!” rippled through the crowd.

“What does it say?” a man called out boldly.

“Again, I beg you to remain calm,” the king said, shushing the murmurs. “It reads: ‘For each week that passes, my pets will devour seven men, one for each day . . .’” The king stopped to swallow. “‘I created them. I control them. This punishment will only cease if the laws of your land are changed, beginning with a public burning of your Lashed lists. Each kingdom will face these same requirements and same consequences. Lashed must be given equal rights and allowed to use their power without punishment, or all the lands will suffer.’”

A beat of stunned silence fell, and then a commoner woman screamed, “Never!”

A blast of voices filled the room.

“You cannot bargain with this madwoman!” bellowed the king of Ascomanni. “Do not bow to her threats, Charles. Find and kill her!”

King Charles raised his hands to quiet the crowd. He turned toward the king of Ascomanni with a steely expression. “I will do what is right for my lands. I have no intention of bowing to Rocato’s heir. She must be found and dealt with immediately—”

“Your people have proven they cannot manage to hunt or kill—”

The queen stepped forward. “How dare you!” But the king held up a hand to calm her, his steely gaze never breaking from the coldlands king.

“According to this message, ours is not the only land that
must deal with such a threat. Perhaps we should consider calling off today’s ceremony so that we may each focus on the perils at hand.”

“Don’t even think of trying to worm your way out of this marriage arrangement.” Queen Agnetha lay a hand on her husband’s arm to calm him, but he flung it off, staring coldly at Aerity’s father.

“I have no plan to end our arrangement,” King Charles stated calmly. “My daughter will marry your nephew, as promised. However, given the circumstances, today’s betrothal ceremony no longer takes precedence. You may remain in my home as long as you please, but I beg your leave as I now have urgent matters to attend.” He looked out at the crowd. “To my guests, I ask you to please remain calm, in this room, until it is deemed safe for you to leave the premises. I will send message to the kitchen to bring the feast now.”

King Charles swept down the steps, eyes straight forward. The queen cast a glare at the visiting king before following her husband. The crowd pressed together, making an aisle for them. The royal family followed suit, all of Aerity’s aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings. Wyneth grasped her hand and gave it a firm squeeze as she passed. But Aerity could not move. She was rooted to that spot, her heart in her throat. Lord Alvi sent her a look of deep regret as his uncle began to grumble to his unhappy advisers.

Aerity could not believe it had come to this. Her entire world—every small detail—was crumbling.

The Ascomannian king clearly could not wait to get his hands on anything the Lochlan partnership would offer him, free trade, no doubt. And Lord Alvi would be honor bound to do and give whatever his uncle deemed his. Aerity’s father had swallowed his pride so often she didn’t know how he could possibly keep his chin up. Lochlanach now had a new beast, which presented itself in daylight, and a powerful, elusive madwoman to deal with. Paxton was gone, and Rozaria’s notices to the lands would no doubt stir up friction against all Lashed.

Behind her, Aerity heard women crying. Questions and demands rose to a crescendo in the room. Two men began to argue, shoving each other, and guards rushed to break it up. This is how it would be throughout the land. Ordinary people would be at odds. Chaos would ensue if something wasn’t done. Quickly.

Aerity took Harrison’s arm and whispered, “Get Wyn out of here if you can.” He eyed her and nodded.

Aerity’s feet moved her forward. She mounted the steps and reached out for Lord Alvi’s hand. He took it, with silent question in his eyes. The grumbling coldlands king quieted as he looked upon her. Aerity turned to the hall full of people, and her voice rang out above them.

“Good people of Lochlanach!”

Heads turned. Voices quieted. All eyes were suddenly upon her. Aerity stood tall.

“There has never been a time in my father’s rule when it
has been more necessary for us all to come together.” Lord Alvi moved closer to her side. “I understand your fear. I understand your worries. And I make you this promise. Together with the brave people of Ascomanni, we shall overcome those who wish to hurt us. We must all do our part, and the most important thing each of you can do is to stay calm and act within the law. Do not rise up in fear against the unknown. That is what Rozaria Rocato wants. She seeks chaos, and we must not let her have it. We must band together and show unity, now more than ever. We are seeking the heir of Rocato and her accomplice, not the entire Lashed community, most of whom are as innocent as you and I.”

Some muttered, shaking their heads, and Aerity raised her voice. “If we act out of fear and hatred, then our enemy has won. Will you let your hearts be so easily betrayed by darkness?” She felt herself getting choked up. “Do not seek enemies of your neighbors, Lashed or Unlashed. I beg you, please, pass this word of encouragement throughout the lands. Let everyone you see know that the Lochsons and Alvis, the Lochlans and Ascomannians, will unite together to beat this enemy, just as my betrothed, your future prince, slew the great beast.”

The crowd broke into cheer and Aerity let out a breath of relief. She looked up at Lord Alvi, who watched her with warmth.

“Spoken like a true queen,” he said.

Aerity let a genuine smile grace her lips for the first time
in a week. Still holding his hand, her eyes crossed the room to the two bright red heads by the door. Wyneth stood there holding Donubhan by the arm. Aerity’s hand went clammy within Lord Alvi’s. Her smile was wiped away as her stomach dropped. Harrison stood at the door, holding it open. Wyneth’s jaw trembled as she gave Aerity a nod and then pulled Donny from the room. Harrison sent her an apologetic last look before following them out.

The High Hall seemed to spin as kitchen staff began bringing in platters, filled to overflowing with the finest seafare, breads, and roasted root vegetables. Aerity dropped Lord Alvi’s hand as the people’s attention stirred away from her.

“Please, excuse me,” she whispered to her betrothed, who nodded.

Princess Aerity slipped through the room, allowing people to take her hand and kiss her fingers. She gave them each smiles and blessings, wanting more than anything to fill them with the one thing she herself no longer had.

Hope.

But she now had purpose, and that would have to do.

[to come]

Sweet Evil

Sweet Peril

Sweet Reckoning

Flirting with Maybe

WENDY HIGGINS
is the
New York Times
bestselling author of the Sweet Evil series, as well as
Flirting with Maybe
. She was born in Alaska and lived on five different military bases across the US. She attended George Mason University for her undergraduate degree in creative writing, and Radford University for a masters in curriculum and instruction, before becoming a high school English teacher. Wendy now lives on the Eastern Shore of Virginia with her husband and children, writing full time. You can visit her online at
www.wendyhigginswrites.com
or follow her on Twitter @Wendy_Higgins.

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