Sharon Shinn - Reader And Raelynx

Justin gave her a ghost of his familiar grin. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea. We might lose a Rider here and there, or maybe a servant or two, but the princess will be safe.”

Senneth caught her breath. “The queen.”

THEYfound Tayse in the ballroom, checking on the condition of the fallen Riders. His face was utterly set, his expression remote, and Senneth ached for him as much as she ached for Amalie. He had lost his father; he had lost his king. The man he loved, the man he served. Even in the greater turmoil of a kingdom in chaos, these two losses would hit the strongest man hard enough to make him stagger.

Justin went straight up to Ellynor and took her in a tight embrace. They stood together and whispered, repeating their own tales of this dreadful day. Tayse nodded to Justin, a simple acknowledgment of a job well done, and came toward Senneth.

“I want to hug you, but I don’t know if that will harm you,” she said to him in a low voice.

He immediately put his arms around her. She could feel his weariness finally battering down his rage. “How could it harm me?”

Her voice was muffled against his shirt. “Love might seem like a kind of weakness during a time when you cannot afford anything but strength.”

He kissed the top of her head and dropped his arms. “You give me strength,” he said quietly.

She glanced toward the middle of the room, where ten or twelve men lay on pallets on the floor. Milo, the housekeeper, and a handful of servants moved between them, administering herbs and binding up injuries. Two footmen had just been dispatched to find Hammond, but there were plenty of others who also needed serious attention.

“What’s the tally among the Riders?” Senneth asked.

“Five dead, twelve badly wounded. The rest of us all have injuries but nothing severe.” His own chest was bound with a thick layer of cloth, white except where the blood had seeped through, and his left arm was also wrapped from wrist to elbow. Senneth had only minor cuts and scrapes, though she was fairly certain she should have someone check out a persistent burning sensation on her right leg. She might have taken a blow there; she couldn’t remember.

She didn’t want to remember.

“I have seen Riders fight before,” she said softly. “But today I saw them die. I have never seen such bravery and skill in all my life.”

He nodded, accepting that compliment on behalf of all Riders, but did not answer it directly. Instead, he said, “Where’s Amalie?”

“With her father.”

He compressed his lips and did not reply.

Senneth added, “And Cammon. And the raelynx.”

That did startle an expression onto his face. “Someone freed it? Is it safe?”

“Apparently it freed itself when she was in gravest danger. Justin says it saved all of their lives.”

“Another weapon in her arsenal,” he commented. “She has many.”

“Tayse,” Senneth said urgently, “she is queen now. Should there be a ceremony? A coronation? In the midst of all this bloodshed?”

“Her uncle will know the answer to that,” Tayse said. He took her hand. “Let us go find the queen.”

AMALIEwas in the great dining hall where Baryn had so often entertained high-ranking visitors from across the realm. Now the king’s body had been laid on a bench at one end of the room. Ten yards away, his inner circle of family and advisors clustered around the end of a long, polished table and discussed strategy. Senneth noted that someone had covered Baryn with a purple blanket embroidered with the royal lions. Someone else had set up a half-circle of votive candles around his bier.

Amalie sat in such a way that all she had to do was lift her eyes and she could see him.

Cammon sat next to her, Romar and Valri across from her. The captain of Romar’s guard stood stiffly behind the regent, and the Rider Janni, looking even worse than some of the dead, had taken up a place behind Amalie. Kirra was sitting next to Cammon, trying hard not to look at Romar. Senneth glanced around for Donnal, and saw a small spring hawk perched on one of the upper beams of the high-ceilinged room.

The raelynx lay on the floor a few feet away from Amalie, its chin pillowed on its outstretched forepaws, but its eyes still wide and curious. Everyone in the room occasionally sent the creature a look of fear or marvel, and Senneth had to guess that it had caused no little consternation as Amalie paced through the palace. But for now, it was quiescent. For now, Senneth thought, it has earned its place among us .

“Sen!” Kirra called, and waved them over. Senneth headed directly for the table, but Tayse strode first toward Baryn’s body. As Senneth slipped in place beside Valri, she watched over her shoulder to see Tayse drop to one knee and bow his head. Making his farewell to his king.

“Serra,” Romar greeted her. “Please share your thoughts. We are debating whether to hold a hasty coronation and name Amalie queen. Will that inflame the warring marlords or call the loyal ones to more decisive action?”

“There was always the fear that the marlords wouldn’t accept a nineteen-year-old girl on the throne. That’s why the king named a regent to begin with,” Kirra pointed out, addressing Senneth instead of Romar.

“I would still serve beside her. My title would just change from regent to advisor.”

Tayse came to stand behind Senneth as she addressed Amalie. “Majesty, what do you want to do?”

Amalie shifted in her seat. One of her hands was under the table, and Senneth was pretty sure it was caught in both of Cammon’s. “I think we need to worry about war first, and then titles,” she said in her soft voice. “Put our energy into battle.”

“More than one nation has gone to war over titles before,” Romar said.

Amalie shrugged a little. “Then I say we announce that I will remain princess for one year, with you at my side as regent. At the end of that time-assuming there is still a throne of Gillengaria to be had-we will have a ceremony to name me queen.”

Kirra was nodding. “That’s good. That offers a hope of continuity without a sense of fevered rushing. It shows judgment and a focus on priorities.”

Tayse spoke up in a heavy voice. “Majesty, there is something you cannot wait a year to do. You must release all the Riders from your employ.”

Senneth jerked around to stare at him, and everyone else let loose exclamations of surprise and dismay. Everyone except Janni, who was nodding.

“This is not the time to be casting off the finest fighting force in the kingdom!” Romar exclaimed.

“She has to,” Janni said. “Our vows are made only to the king. He is dead, and we have no fealty.”

“But none of you would harm Amalie!” Senneth said.

“Of course not,” Tayse said. “But the king-or the queen-selects his or her own Riders. There is a personal and close connection between the soldier and his liege. That connection does not transfer. Amalie must choose her own Riders-and they must choose her.”

In Amalie’s place, Senneth thought, she would have wailed, But I want all of you! But Amalie merely nodded, her tight face a little tighter, and said, “Then I release you, Tayse and Janni. You are free to serve any master or mistress you choose.”

At the same instant, both Riders dropped to their knees, bowing their heads and slapping their fists to their shoulders. “Majesty,” Janni said in a quiet voice. “If you will have me, I will serve you with my life. I will be loyal to you above all others-I will defend you against all dangers. I will not betray you till the end of the world itself.”

Amalie leaned forward and pressed her free hand to Janni’s shoulder. “Yes. I accept your vow. I welcome your fealty. I will trust you without reservation.”