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Authors: Rae Carson

But Franco ignores me. “Let’s go,” he says to his men. To Tristán he says, “If your soldiers follow, he dies.”

They are halfway out the door when I cry out, “Wait!”

Franco whirls.

My anger, my resolve . . . it has melted into anguish, and all I can do is beg. “Let me say good-bye? Please?”

Franco looks back and forth between us, amused. He shrugs permission, and the soldiers loosen their grip on Hector.

I fly into his arms. He holds me close, stroking my hair, pressing his lips to my temples, murmuring words I can’t take in.

“I’ll come for you,” I whisper.

“Elisa, no.” He pushes me away, holds me at arm’s length. “Let me do my job this one last time. Take my advice.”

“I need you to survive this. Stay alive for me, Hector. Please?
And be ready
.”

And then they’re dragging him away, and it feels like I’ve been gut punched, for I can’t force my lungs to draw breath. I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach.
God, how did everything turn out so wrong?

A hand squeezes my shoulder. It snakes around my neck, pulls me close. “I’m so sorry, my sky,” says Ximena. She draws me against her breast, the way she did when I was a little girl. I clutch at her bodice, taking in her familiar scent as she strokes my hair.

“I hope you find comfort in the fact that he sacrificed himself for you,” she murmurs. “As I always knew he would. He loved you very much.”

I lurch away from her and stare, puzzled, my skin crawling.

“Oh, my sky, the pain will fade. I promise. Just like it did with that boy from the desert. I know it’s hard to understand now, but your destiny is so glorious, Elisa. You are a bearer
and
a sovereign. Twice chosen by God. And someday, all this will pale in your memory.” She holds her arms out for another embrace.

I rise to my feet, wiping at tears I don’t remember shedding. I look down at my nurse. My guardian. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a mother. It seems as though she kneels at my feet.

“Ximena,” I say with imperturbable calm. “You have killed for me. You have kept things from me. You have sacrificed one of my dearest friends. You did all this without consideration for my will.”

Her black eyes are hot with conviction. “I have only ever done what is best. You’re just seventeen! You need—”

“I am a grown woman and a queen. And
you
are dismissed.”

She gapes at me.

“Go home, Ximena. To Orovalle. I’m sure Papá and Alodia can find a post for you.”

“No! I’m your guardian! Elisa, my sky, I love—”

“Tristán, would you please have my former nurse escorted to the nearest passenger ship?”

“At once, Your Majesty,” he says coolly, and he gestures toward a handful of men.

Ximena rises, smooths her skirt, then folds her hands together in perfect composure. As they lead her away, she glances over her shoulder at me and says, “I’ll always be your guardian. No matter what. It is God’s will.”

I turn my back on her, sickened and sad, but well and truly ready to be the queen my people need.

“Tristán. Are you still willing to take a position as Quorum lord?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I fish one of the Godstones from my pocket. It glitters more deeply than any jewel, in spite of its lifelessness. “Take it. It should fetch a high enough price for a whole garrison. I’ll validate it as an authentic Godstone from my personal collection, with a document bearing my royal seal.”

His fingers pause in the air above my hand for a moment before he takes it. “Thank you.”

I gesture for Fernando to approach, and then I pull out another Godstone and lay it in his palm. “Take this to Captain Lucio. Recruit more guards to defend the palace, if it is not overrun already. If it is, you must go into hiding and rebuild the Guard in secret.” I close his fingers around the stone. “Fernando, make me an army of my very own.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He stares at his fisted hand.

“Belén!”

He approaches, his face dark.

“You are now my personal guard. You will see to my safety above all else.”

He nods acceptance, then peers down into my eyes. “You’re planning something dangerous and brilliant again.”

In spite of everything, I smile up at him. Indeed, the threads of a strategy are patterning together in my mind, and I’m heady with the power of it. The kind of power I really need.

“I want messages sent to Crown Princess Alodia and Queen Cosmé,” I say to no one in particular. “Multiple copies, to be safe. See if they’ll agree to meet me in exactly three months’ time in Basajuan, for the world’s first parliament of queens.”

I resume pacing, right where I left off when Franco’s men barged in. “I’ll send a message to Ventierra, to Hector’s father, commanding that he reinstate Hector as his sole heir. And I need a proclamation—Mara, did my wax and seal survive our journey?” When she nods, I say, “A proclamation announcing my betrothal to Lord-Commander Hector, heir to the countship of Ventierra.” That should stall Conde Eduardo’s efforts to discredit me with the southern lords. All I need is a little time.

Mara hurries over and takes my hands. “Er, congratulations on your pending nuptials?”

I whisper, “He’ll be so angry when he learns I have engaged us without his knowledge.”

“Yes,” she says. “Definitely. But you’ll convince him.”

Belén says, “When do we all leave?”

“We all?”

“We’re going to Invierne with you, of course,” Mara says.

Of course,
she says. As if journeying deep into enemy territory is no more than a quick jaunt through the market. I blink against tears. “I need a few days to make arrangements and set things in motion. Then we go.”

Clanking chains echo through the dining hall as Storm rises to his feet. “I’m going, too,” he says. He has been near invisible the whole time, huddled beneath his cowl. “You need a guide. And it’s time I stopped hiding like a frightened rabbit.”

I nod, knowing he offers in friendship this time, that he truly is my loyal subject. “The four of us, then.”

“You should have five!” Tristán protests. “For blessing and protection. It’s the holy number.”

I draw myself to full height, and my voice rings clear when I say, “The fifth place is for Hector.”

About the Author

RAE CARSON
is the author of
The Girl of Fire and Thorns
. Before becoming a full-time writer, she dabbled in many things, from teaching to corporate sales to architecture. She lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her family.

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Crown of Embers
Copyright © 2012 by Rae Carson

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Carson, Rae.
The crown of embers / by Rae Carson.
ISBN 978-0-06-202651-4 (hardback)
Epub Edition © JULY 2012 ISBN: 9780062190086
[1. Kings, queens, rulers, etc.—Fiction. 2. Prophecies—Fiction. 3. Magic—Fiction. 4. Love—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.C2423Cr 2012 [Fic]—dc23 2012014125