Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(68)
“You are a traitor. An oath breaker! I fucking stuck up for you, and you’ve been hiding dragons? You are nothing more than a bastard who failed to protect the greatest queen this world has ever, or will ever, know,” she snarled. I tensed as something tickled my brain, creating an itch that forced everything inside me to feel off. It was almost as if Ember was trying to force a hostile takeover of my body, but she was calm, as if she was relishing the show.
“Am I? I took an oath to fulfill my queen’s every wish, including her last wishes. Until we complete everything she began, I am stuck ensuring her sacrifice wasn’t for naught. How about you? You follow a king who wasn’t even fucking crowned in the land he claims to rule over. This realm we’re in? It might feel like home, but this place isn’t the Kingdom of Fire. You and I both can sense the difference. Tell me, does this place feel like home? Or do you feel yourself weakening as everyone else here does? This realm shouldn’t exist and even it feels the wrongness of existing. Tell me, and I wrong?” Eva snorted, her eyes simmering with rage, threatening to unleash the magic she strained to keep controlled. “I know. How about you ask Aria what the cost is to create another realm?”
The price of a realm? I hadn’t been able to pay it. I’d taken one innocent life and almost lost it, but an entire realm? His eyes slid to mine, locking as heat crept up my throat to strangle me. The boy I’d killed with my grief flashed inside my mind, his haunting eyes glaring accusingly at me. Images carved inside my mind replaying, one after the next. Nausea churned in the pit of my belly, roiling as it rose, threatening to come up.
“Why do you think I’d know the price of creating one?” Knox’s words echoed in my mind, loud, angry, and coated in an ugly veracity. “Sorry doesn’t bring back the dead. It doesn’t change what you did.”
Oh, how I’d needed to hold my hands over my ears, preventing that truth from reaching my heart. Not that it would have done any good. Not when I’d needed to be reminded that actions had consequences. Closing my eyes, I let out a shallow exhale and then shifted my focus to Zyion. A frown furrowed his brow. More heat flooded my senses, but it hadn’t originated from me. It came from something within me that was lessening the pain I felt.
“Answer the question, Aria,” he encouraged.
“In order to create a new realm…” I paused, swallowing memories of the parents crying and screaming in grief. “Another realm would need to fall. It would cease to exist. Those within it, they’d die as well. In short, the realm that falls during the creation of the other ceases to exist anymore. Everything inside the realm would become ruins.”
Eva snorted before asking, “How can you claim such a thing?”
“I intended to create one, Eva. In desperation, I sought to create a place the children of the Nine Realms could go to escape the horrors of what was happening within them. Knox prevented me from doing so, sparing me the weight or even more guilt I wouldn’t have been able to carry. He knew the cost of creation, as he’d been searching for a way to hide his people from the monstrosities unfolding in his kingdom.”
“You’re saying Griffon destroyed another realm in order to create this one?” she countered skeptically. As I nodded, her eyes drifted to Zyion. Distrust churned over her face, wrinkling her delicate features. “He wouldn’t have done that. You know him as well as I do. Griffon is soft-hearted and an excellent king to our people. Even if he holds no crown, he’s been generous to our people when he need not be so.”
“He’s a wonderful king, Evaleigh. In fact, Griffon is a damn excellent king. That doesn’t change the fact that he allowed this realm to be built at Hagen’s behest. His choice to allow it resulted in the true Kingdom of Fire to fall to ruins. His actions led to those who hadn’t escaped with us perishing in the collapse of our homeland.” Evaleigh? At his use of her name, Eva’s features softened briefly. They’d been lovers, easy to catch from the way they held each other’s gazes. Regret simmered between them, but I felt nothing at the thought of them being together. Childish, but it was how I felt.
“The first people forged the truce that ensured no other land was created outside of the nine pre-existing kingdoms. The land needs balance, or else it becomes unstable. The price for creating one is the loss of another. They gave up everything, including their own lands and citizens, to form a new kingdom, which destabilized immediately after its creation. Griffon had pure intentions when he made this realm, but it doesn’t change the fact that he did it or the consequences.”
Eva had had tears trailing down her cheeks. “Does Griffon know what he did?” Eva’s voice shook. “Does he know he sentenced those who hadn’t escaped with us, to death?”
“No, Griffon isn’t aware of it, nor does he need to be. At least not yet, anyway. As you pointed out, Griffon wouldn’t handle the truth well. He’d break, which isn’t what our people need from him right now.”
That made my heart clench with a drop of hope. If Griffon hadn’t known what the cost was as I suspected, maybe he wasn’t like everyone else in my life. Maybe he wasn’t as terrible as I’d been convincing myself he was.
“He’d want to know what he’d done.”
“I never said he’d never find out. I said not yet. First, we need to worry about what will happen now that Aria must ascend the throne.” Zyion's posture stiffened. “Griffon’s no longer the king. Hagen ascended to the throne shortly after Basilius got Aria out of there. Vane is at his side, but it is only a matter of time before he takes the throne for himself.”