He let out a long breath through his nose. “You’re not going to throw anything at me if I tell you the truth?”
“I promise I won’t.”
“Good. At least there are no magnolia trees nearby.” He chuckled to himself, but when he spoke again, his tone was serious.
“Morwenna Argentine. She is . . . she is like fire. I think it is normal for a person to be attracted to something even though you know deep down it will burn you if you touch it. The essence of your question, I suppose, is whether I’m smitten by her. I suppose yes. To some degree. It plays to any man’s vanity to have a beautiful woman show interest in him. But I’ve never forgotten who she was. Or what she was.” He fell silent a moment, brooding. “I think it’s time you knew her story.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Unseen
“The thing you must first understand about Morwenna, Trynne,”
Fallon said in a quiet, thoughtful way, “is she was just as fiercely loyal to her father as you are to yours. She sought his approval beyond all others. She pitied his fall, and I think the notion of avenging him was what drove her from the start.”
“She told you this?” Trynne interrupted. She was grateful she couldn’t see him in the dark. His words had already sliced through her.
He hesitated. “In a way. I’ve learned a great deal from the Espion. It is no secret to you that I admire that organization and have the ambition to lead it someday. Over the years, I have coaxed Morwenna into confiding in me. I didn’t share everything I learned with my sister. But I shared most of it. Morwenna has been secretly manipulating events to overthrow her brother. Not to kill him, but to depose and exile him, just as happened to her father. To do that, she needed to first banish your father. As much as she resented him for removing Severn from power, she thought she may need him if the Mandaryn ever united against her.”
He paused and they listened to the sounds of croaking for a while.
Trynne thought it a good opportunity to ask a question. “During the Battle of the Kings, she joined our side in fighting Rucrius.
Without her, Rucrius may have destroyed our army with the storm he summoned. Was that planned? It didn’t feel so at the time. He murdered her father in front of her.”
“Ah, yes. That was not planned.” His voice grew more somber.
“You know how one move in Wizr can trigger subsequent moves that shift the power of the game? Sometimes there are too many unknowns to account for every possible outcome. You were the unknown in this situation, Trynne. You kept interfering with their plans. Morwenna didn’t know about the Oath Maidens you were training in secret early on. She certainly didn’t know you were the Painted Knight. I kept your secret and never told her. During that battle, I think Rucrius and the Wizrs realized Morwenna wouldn’t be Gahalatine’s chosen bride. He was so clearly fascinated by you.
“Morwenna was the mastermind behind the plot, and they saw her weakened condition as an opportunity to throw off her control.
She was completely spent after that battle. All her Fountain magic was drained away. They would have won, but you chased down Rucrius and killed him, toppling the board. You thwarted their plans.
Again. You cannot understand how much she resents you. Because of you, her father is dead.”
“So it’s my fault her treason failed, is it?” Trynne asked cynically.
He shrugged—a small gesture barely seen in the dark. “You stole her husband. You ruined her plans. When a person has little or nothing left to lose, it alters their thinking. Risks they naturally would avoid become acceptable . . . no matter how far-fetched. As you no doubt guessed, Morwenna caused the lightning storm in the Forbidden Court. She impersonated Rucrius and set the city ablaze.
She killed Gahalatine’s sister. Imagine, if you would, what would have happened after King Eredur’s death if Ankarette had run amok and began executing the nobility of Ceredigion rather than staying loyal to the queen. Morwenna has become . . . reckless. She wants revenge on you—and at any cost.”
Trynne shuddered. She had never told Fallon about the caves on the beach of Brythonica, the magical protections that held the waters at bay. She had only a fortnight to return and make sure that the proper words of power were said to maintain them. If Morwenna wandered onto that beach, she might be able to sense the magic.
Please no, she thought in her mind. Worry radiated through her whole body.
“One of the ways Morwenna sought revenge,” Fallon continued, unaware of her silent struggles, “was with me.”