Wildfire: Book Two of the Everealm Series by Wright J.D

Author:Wright, J.D. [Wright, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Even though the thin green dress was itchy and stained, and her hair was a complete disaster of a muddy brown color, knotted in the back, Dahlia was still glad to be on an assignment. For a time, she thought it would never happen again. And she definitely never expected to be spying for the kingdom of Junacave. The position she now found herself in was one that she never would have planned for, in a century. But she did have to admit that her life in her cousin’s world was far better than the one she used to lead in her father’s.

Getting into the castle had been so easy that she almost expected there to be a trap waiting for her. The security that her father took so much pride in must be of no use to the new ruler. It was a level of overconfidence that Dahlia should have expected. Vallica never was smart enough to see danger, even right in front of her, and the affair that she had with Silas’ right hand, Simon, was just another example of this carelessness. Dahlia and Vallica both knew what would happen if Silas had ever found out about his wife’s extracurricular activities. Thankfully, he had usually been too wrapped up in his own whores to pay much mind to someone else’s.

Rounding the doorway to the kitchens, Dahlia grabbed a silver tray with Vallica’s afternoon tea and sweet cakes sitting on top. Then balancing the tray on one arm and shoulder, she threw back the drapery between her and the throne room. She tried to act naturally and hide the surprise on her face at the newly decorated walls and floor. Vallica had completely covered the room in black and purple. There were new tapestries, shields, and banners lining the walls. The floor was covered with rugs, some in thick fur which made it hard to walk across. Seeing as Sire’s royal colors were red and blue, it was a strange sight to see the throne draped in what Dahlia considered to be the colors of death.

Vallica was sitting on that throne, dressed to match the décor, in a tight black gown. The dress, paired with her long black hair, was causing her to blend into the seat she sat on. If not for her pale skin, she may have been invisible. Dahlia kept reminding her own self that she was, essentially, invisible. Her disguise as a kitchen maid was one like she had used before, in Junacave. And she had disliked the dirty apron just as much then as she did now. But in order to fit into her surroundings and fool her stepmother, she would need to play the part.

Dahlia slowly set the tray down on the raised table beside Vallica and picked up the silver teapot. Carefully, she poured tea into the two cups. This was the first time she realized the tray had two cups, instead of one. Vallica must be expecting company. Dahlia gave a quick curtsy to the queen, gritting her teeth as she did so, then disappeared behind the drapery.

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