Furyborn （Empirium, #1）
Claire Legrand
For Brittany, who knew Celdaria first
An End and a Beginning
“Some say the Queen was frightened in her last moments. But I like to think that she was angry.”
—The Word of the Prophet
The queen stopped screaming just after midnight.
Simon had been hiding in her closet, fingers jammed into his ears to block out the noise. For hours, he had crouched there, knees drawn to chest, head bowed.
For hours, the queen’s rooms had shuddered in tandem with her screams.
Now, there was silence. Simon held his breath and measured the seconds, like counting after a lightning strike until the thunder rolls: Is the storm fading, or is it coming closer?
One. Two. Three.
He reached twenty and dared to lower his hands.
A baby cried out into the silence. Simon grinned and scrambled to his feet, a wave of relief crashing through him.
The queen’s child was born—finally. Now he and his father could flee this city and never look back.
Simon pushed past the queen’s gowns and stumbled out into her bedroom.
“Father?” he asked, breathless.
Garver Randell, Simon’s father, turned to face him, his eyes weary but his smile broad. And behind him lay Queen Rielle, her wild, dark hair plastered to her pale skin, her bedsheets and white nightgown stained red. She held a fussing bundle in her arms.
Simon crept closer to the bed in wonder, even as the sight of the queen made angry heat bloom in his chest. His kingdom’s new princess was a small thing—scrunched red face, skin slightly darker than her mother’s, wide brown eyes, a mop of wet black hair.
Simon’s breath caught in his throat.
The baby looked very much like her late father.
Rielle stared at the child, then gazed up at Simon’s father in bewilderment.
“I thought I would kill her,” said the queen. She laughed, wiping her face with shaking fingers. “I dreamed I would. And yet here she is after all.” She fumbled to adjust the baby in her arms. She didn’t seem to be very good at holding babies.
It was strange to see the queen like this—small in her nest of pillows, looking hardly more than a girl though she was twenty years old. This queen who had allied with the angels and helped them kill thousands of humans.
This queen who had murdered her husband.
“Audric would have loved her,” Rielle whispered, her face crumpling.
Simon’s small fists clenched at his sides. How dare she talk about King Audric when she was the one who had killed him?
He had learned only a few things about the night the capital fell. King Audric had fought Queen Rielle on the broad veranda attached to the castle’s fourth floor. The king’s sword had blazed with the light of the sun, his diamond-and mirror-studded armor shining brighter than the stars.
But not even King Audric the Lightbringer, the most powerful sunspinner in centuries, had been strong enough to defeat Queen Rielle.
The queen had carved a sword out of the air, a blinding weapon forged from the empirium itself. Rielle and Audric had fought blade to blade, but the fight had been brief.
And when Rielle plunged her glowing hand into Audric’s chest to tear out his heart, there had been nothing but bloodlust in her eyes as she watched her husband fall to ashes at her feet.
Simon wasn’t a violent child, but all the same, he thought that if he looked at the queen for one more second, he might strike her.
So he uttered the Sun Queen’s prayer in Audric’s honor—May the Queen’s light guide him home—and turned to his father instead.
That’s when Garver Randell went rigid and whispered, “He knows,” then fell gasping to his knees.
Simon rushed to his side. “Father? What is it? What’s wrong?”
Garver clutched his head, his body jerking. “He knows, God help us, he knows,” he moaned, and when he looked up, it was with eyes gone gray and cloudy.
Simon’s heart sank to his feet. He knew those eyes, and what they meant.
An angel had found its way inside his father’s mind at last.
And from the terror on his father’s face, Simon knew it must be Corien.
“Father, listen to me! I’m right here!” Simon grabbed his father’s arm. “Let’s go. We can leave now! Please, hurry!”
Simon heard the queen behind him, singing softly to herself: “This is how you hold your child. This is how you murder your husband.” Her laughter was thick with tears.
“He knows what I am,” Garver rasped.
Simon’s growing dread turned his body to stone.