Queen of All (The Masks of Under Book 6) by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Author:Kathryn Ann Kingsley [Kingsley, Kathryn Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-07-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Lyon knelt at the foot of the throne. It was mid-morning, and the King had been late to rise. Judging by the mild smile upon the man’s normally dour features, it had been for pleasant reasons. Indeed, his Lord seemed distracted, gazing off into the dark shadows of the throne room, as if thinking of something else.

Perhaps that would bode well for him, for the conversation he was unsure as to how to begin with his King was a deeply unpleasant one. If he did not tread carefully, he would be placing his own life into grave danger. He was more than aware he lived at the pleasure, and at the leisure, of the man who sat on the onyx throne above him.

“Speak, Priest.”

Dread welled in his chest and took away his voice for a moment. He had sat all the rest of the night and morning debating how to begin this conversation with his King, and now that he was here, it seemed like a foolish, deadly endeavor, no matter which way he approached it.

His reluctance to speak did not go unnoticed. The King of All watched him with his whole attention. “You are troubled. Come, now. I find myself in a good mood this morning. There is little you could do to dampen it.”

Oh, but he was certainly bound to try. Lifting his head, Lyon looked up at the other man. “May I begin with a question?”

“I do not see why not.”

“How fares Lydia?”

He grinned. “She has agreed to be my queen. In four days, when the sun eclipses, she will come to the altar with me and kneel of her own accord.” The man was beaming. Like a warlord standing over a victorious army, he looked ecstatic. Lyon could not say he blamed him, although he was deeply surprised.

Then the realization of his words sank in a half second later. Four days. Lyon rarely felt a chill, and yet he felt as though his lifeless blood ran cold as ice. His wife’s words, speaking of a vision that promised her death in now four days’ time, echoed through his mind.

“Does she know you still hold the others prisoner?” he asked quietly, schooling his tone to be even and stoic. Perhaps that would be a careful enough transition to the topic at hand. He could not believe Lydia would not be currently screaming and railing against their King if she knew she had been deceived by him. Let alone agree to…surrender.

“No. But soon enough, it will not matter. For then she will serve the Ancients without question, and their imprisonment will no longer be of consequence to her.”

“What do you plan to do with them once she kneels?” He dreaded to ask, but it was the only reason he had come. He needed to know.

“Execution, of course. It would have been done by now if my queen was even somewhat amenable to the idea.”

Lyon bowed his head. He did not bother to ask for his wife’s freedom, for he knew her vision had been true.

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