On the contrary, Kairyn leans forward, resting his helm on his fist. He’s dressed entirely in black, his suit of armor shining and pristine. His cape drapes over the seat like spilled oil. The only color is a pure white stardrop flower tucked into the top of his breastplate.
You do not belong there. The throne is ancient and sacred, crafted of the helms of all the previous High Rulers. Each one has been melded into the seat, imbuing the throne with the indomitable spirit of its previous wearer. The collective wisdom and resilience of each High Prince and Princess of Spring forms a single, formidable seat of authority.
I purposely avoid looking in the top right corner of the back of the chair, where I know I will see a starlight silver helm with a slanted visor reminiscent of cat eyes.
“So, you’ve broken your banishment and decided to claim the stewardship in Father’s place without seeking the approval of the High Prince,” I respond to my brother. Idly, I wonder what the staff think of all this. Many I recognize: footmen and butlers, ladies-in-waiting and advisors. But I do not see the one I’m looking for, the keep’s majordomo, Eldy. He has always been my father’s closest advisor. And come to think of it, neither do I see any of my father’s princeguard.
And there are many faces I have never seen before. Clustered by the throne are a group of acolytes from the monastery, their white and gold gowns clearly defining them as members of the clergy. I scan their faces, landing on one. A fae woman, her blue eyes piercing. She seems familiar—
“What would you have me do?” Kairyn growls. “I will not stand by while Spring falls into the clawing hands of the power-hungry.”
“A curious turn of words for a banished prince who is now suddenly sitting atop a throne.” My voice is steady, calm, but it’s a fight to get out. My head swims with the heavy despair that hangs like clouds over the room. “You were sentenced to a lifetime of servitude at Queen’s Reach Monastery.”
“And I have given it a lifetime’s worth of service.” Kairyn stands, and his shadow falls over me. Despite being younger, he has always been taller, broader of shoulder. Now, he looks like a giant shadow, only the feathered brow of his helm distinguishable from the black void of his other armor. “I freed the monastery from the tyranny of the High Clerics, who were exerting their power over all the mountain villages after you left Spring in the hands of our poor, ailing father. Now, it is Florendel that needs me.”
I suck in a deep breath. You ran, I imagine Kairyn saying in my head. You forced my hand.
Who am I to stand before my brother and cast blame?
Kairyn stomps down the steps toward me. That oppressive weight nearly makes my body dip, but I hold steady. “The High Clerics don’t rule the monastery anymore,” he rasps. “I do.”
Heavy footsteps sound, and from the back door of the hall come two figures, clad in huge armor and helms.
Kairyn gestures to them. “I have replaced Father’s princeguard with my own loyal conclave. Rest easy that I have ensured all of Spring’s citizens are in good hands. You need not worry, brother. Return to Castletree with the knowledge that I, your blood, will continue the stewardship here with the same wisdom and integrity in which you would rule.”
A moment of silence passes, then he whispers in my mind: I wouldn’t have killed her.
My brother’s shadow is too heavy, his words ringing both outside and in my head. I stumble back, wanting to rip the invisible clouds from the room. What’s going on here? My father bedridden, Kairyn on the throne, the High Clerics deposed, a new princeguard—
A set of bright eyes in the doorway catches my attention, and I see Eldy staring in. One recognizable face in a place that suddenly feels so unknown. His frown is framed by a familiar gray goatee, and he opens his eyes wide, gesturing for me to follow him.
I grit my hands into fists, then stare up at my brother. “You speak highly of your accomplishments, Prince Kairyn. But you have disobeyed the High Prince. Let me observe the state of Florendel before you make such claims as to absolve your banishment and take command of my realm.”
With that, I turn my back to my brother and storm out.
13
Rosalina
My heart leaps in my throat as my body shimmers back into corporeality, arms still wrapped tight around Dayton. He had summoned the magic mirror to take us to Florendel, the capital city of the Spring Realm.
My feet land on dark pink cobblestone, the edges filled with fluffy green moss. Dayton still has a grip on my shoulders, but quickly lets go. I look around, making sure Astrid and Marigold made it safely through.