A Court This Cruel & Lovely (Kingdom of Lies, #1) (74)

Finally, the queen waved her hand for more tea. One of the servants jumped forward, handing her a cup.

“Can you read?” the queen asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Sew?”

I barely hid a wince. “I can, although my stitches need some work.”

One of the ladies snorted. I ignored her.

“Can you sing?”

I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life. The fine edge of panic sliced at me like a blade.

The queen sighed at my silence. “Well, your hair is certainly drab, but you have remarkably delicate features for a peasant.”

Gods, I hated this woman.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“One of my ladies was recently called home. A death in the family. She won’t be back for weeks. There is a reason I have six ladies. Six is a number that is blessed by the gods. Five?” Her expression darkened. “Five is nothing but bad luck. You will step into Katina’s place until she returns.”

I let my mouth fall open. “This is…incredibly kind of you, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, well, many will say I tend toward unusual decisions when it comes to those around me. But I value loyalty and character above all. A peasant with good character may be turned into a lady, but it is much more difficult to take a lady and embed good character. Is that not so, Madinia?”

Madinia lifted her head, red hair gleaming in the light, her eyes bored. “Quite, Your Majesty.”

The queen pulled a bell next to her, and several maids appeared. I didn’t recognize them, but it was likely they slept in a room near me.

“Have her cleaned up and dressed appropriately. We’ll start lessons later today. I do so love a project.”

That was something I’d counted on. And yet rage coursed through me as I slowly stood. I didn’t yet know if the queen was aware of just how her husband had kept most of their people almost powerless. But I did know that she knew he had hundreds—if not thousands—of his subjects executed each year. And yet, she needed a project.

I beamed at the queen in an attempt to convey shocked awe and gratitude, but she was already turning away.

Ivene’s voice played through my head. “In order to understand the elite, you must become like them. The queen has long been lonely, afraid, weak.”

“Come with me,” one of the maids murmured, and I followed her out of the queen’s chambers. She led me back toward the servants’ quarters, but instead of heading downstairs, we continued walking.

“Her Majesty likes her ladies to be within reach,” the maid said coolly, pushing a strand of blond hair off her face.

“My name is Setella,” I said.

“I know.”

I winced. I couldn’t blame her for being upset. I’d been here for mere days, and in her eyes, I’d gained one of the most coveted positions in the castle through sheer luck.

I would hate me too.

Another maid had followed me in. “I’m Erea,” she told me. She had curly dark hair and a chipped tooth that showed when she smiled. “This is Daselis.” She gestured to the other woman.

Daselis ignored her and pushed open the door.

“Well?” Daselis snapped. “In.”

I stepped inside. A bed took up most of the room, several times larger than the one I’d been sleeping in each night. It was piled with pillows and furs, while a fire crackled on the other side of the room.

“This is your new room,” Erea sighed. “Isn’t it lovely?”

“I’m to…sleep here?” It was lovely. Beautiful, in fact. And Wila was in the dungeon, thanks to my plan.

“Not before you wash the filth from your skin,” Daselis muttered, stalking into the attached bathing room.

The sound of running water almost made me sigh. I was covered in grime at this point, with barely enough time each night to hand-wash in the small bathing room all the maids shared. I hadn’t been lucky enough to take another bath in the servants’ bathing rooms.

“I’ll pick your dress,” Erea whispered. “You better go clean up. Daselis can be…difficult.”

Even though I’d planned this for a larger reason, guilt burrowed into my gut when I walked in to find Daselis casting a longing look at my bath.

“Remove your jewelry,” she said.

My hand immediately clutched at the charmed necklace. “I’d rather not. It’s okay, I can get it wet.”

“Suit yourself. In,” she said, and I began to strip. She stalked away, returning with several scented oils, which she poured into the water. “Take the pins out of your hair,” she instructed, and I began to slide them out.

“Wet your hair,” she barked when I’d let it down.

Leaning back, I complied. The water turned murky around me, and my cheeks heated.

She just sighed, but some of the rancor had left her expression. “I’ll help you wash it.”

It would be the first time my hair had been washed since I’d dyed it. But I’d been assured the color wouldn’t wash out. “Thank you.” I met her eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

She just nodded, pouring soap into my hair.

In the end, she washed it three times, until it was as clean as it had ever been. The water left in the tub was gray with dirt when I stood up, and Daselis insisted on sending Erea for a bucket of clean water to rinse me off while I attempted to cover myself and shivered.