“It’s the Duke of Alba, my lord,” Vega spoke in a solemn voice. “He is waiting for you in the hall.”
The shock was clear in everyone’s expressions after the butler mentioned the identity of the new visitor, and only at that moment did Elena recall the man she encountered at the door of the Made’s shoe store. She had not mistaken the coat of arms after all. That gentleman was too young to be the duke, but surely he was someone related to him.
“The Duke of Alba? How can it be?” The Earl Valverde was already on his feet. “Excuse me, Marquis. I have to attend this matter at once.”
“Of course, of course.” The Marquis exchanged glances with his daughter. “Who would have thought we’d get such distinguished company.”
Elena’s interest was on that stranger now, and she and would have followed his father just to take a look at the Duke and his party if it wasn’t for the other people in the room.
She sighed.
Such a wasted chance.
Few people knew what the eldest son of the Grand Duchess looked like. Among the nobles, he was a very singular individual, one that never showed up to parties or social gatherings, but who was always in everyone’s mouth.
People said he was his mother’s right-hand man, and that he’d even fought during the Continental War being just a teenager.
Others said he was the real power in the shadows. ‘The Duke of Alba ordered this… The Duke of Alba ordered that…’
Although he was considered the heir of the family in Vallas, eventually the true hair would be one of his younger siblings because this duke had not sired any children, and the one time he got married, his wife died in mysterious circumstances only one week later. Elena remembered it well because the maids used to tell horror stories about this when she was Milan’s age.
What was the obscure Duke of Alba doing in the Valverde manor?
Elena frowned. There was no explanation whatsoever for his visit to their family, and the reason why he was such a mysterious figure was exactly his lack of interaction with people outside his circle. Were they in trouble?
“Elena,” Her mother’s severe stare dissipated those thoughts. “Miss Doria is asking you a question.”
Oh.
“I’m sorry, Veronica. What were you saying?”
“I was wondering if we should go horse-riding tomorrow. I know you enjoy that activity as much as I do.”
“Ah, yes. If the weather is good enough, we should go.”
“I was pleasantly surprised when Verónica told me you excel at horse-riding, Miss Valverde. There aren’t many women interested in those activities.”
“You’d probably find that there are many young ladies who’d excel in all these men’s activities if only their fathers were as kind as you are to give them the chance.”
Her father had never agreed to Elena learning to ride a horse, but she still convinced one of the boys at the stables to teach her. If she could get away with it, it was ironically thanks to her parents’ uninterest in her.
Thinking about her father, she turned her head towards the door again. Where was he? What happened with the duke?
“My lady, the food is exquisite. Your chef must be even better than the chef we have at home.”
“Oh, thank you, my lord.” Her mother’s face turned red.
Now Elena sneered at the marquis’ praise. The food was delicious, but she doubted he’d appreciate more the dishes prepared by Old Dina than the ones her chef brought from the capital made for him. Then why overdo it with the good words? It ruined the feigned sincerity people ought to show for these situations.
Thankfully, this was the moment the door opened.
“Again, I apologize that we didn’t wait for you, Your Excellency. If the message hadn’t gotten lost…” Enmanuel Valverde cleared his throat. “Your Excellency, this is my wife, Vivian. My children, Milan and Elena. And our guests, you must be familiar with them… Marquis Doria and his daughter, Lady Doria.”
In any other circumstances, Elena would have struggled not to laugh at her father’s obvious discomfort, but at that moment she couldn’t. The pair of emerald eyes had immediately fixated on her, and she hung her mouth open in the most unladylike manner.
That was the young man from the shoe store!
He was the famous Duke of Alba? How could it be? There had to be a mistake, or was this an impostor? The duke was a man in his forties, but this person was clearly too young, it was impossible…
Apparently, he found her shock amusing if she had to judge from the smug look on his face and the grin forming on his lips. This realization helped her to regain her composure before others noticed her lack of propriety. Elena closed her mouth and pursed her lips tightly.
“I apologize for interrupting your meal, my lady. I sent a message days ago, but it seems like it got lost in the road...” The man directed his smile at Elena’s mother, who was instantly charmed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh, the honor is all ours, Your Excellency. Please, take a seat.” The lady of the house was already giving instructions to a maid to bring another set of tableware.
“Your Excellency, have you traveled all the way from the borders?” The Marquis asked. “Are you perhaps planning to attend the spring ball this year?”
“I’ll be visiting the capital, yes, but I don’t think I’ll stay for the ball.” The duke answered the question, but did not spare a glance at the marquis sitting by his side, and kept looking at Elena, who felt she was burning under his intense stare. “Miss Elena, I’m sorry for not introducing myself properly this morning.”
She dared to look in his direction as he addressed his words to her and had to blink at the sight of him. This man had a perfectly symmetrical face, a long nose, and a sharp chin, but what stood out the most of his appearance were his eyes, a glowing emerald that she’d never seen anywhere else.
How could someone be so… stunning?
“You two already met?” The Earl was amazed by this sudden development.
Her father’s interruption made Elena remember they were not the only two people at the table. “Elena, why didn’t you mention it?”
For someone who had declared to hate the people from the House Alba more than once, Enmanuel Valverde was way too excited having this powerful man giving him what could be considered a special treatment by his standards. This person who did not show his face to the point he was almost a mythical existence, now came to celebrate Milan’s birthday.
“I didn’t realize His Excellency’s identity.” Elena shied away, lowering her head to pay special attention to her dinner.
‘Why am I acting like this?’
“We’ll have time to get acquainted these days, I hope.”
She shuddered at these words as if they were more of a threat than a friendly overture.
Ivar de Alba grinned, satisfied with this first approach to his prey.
Ivar breathed in the fresh air of the riverside that marked the entrance to the County of Valverde. The children of Vallas called it winter, they said it was cold. That was because they had no idea what true winter was like. He’d been born in the deadliest freeze, one that took the last remnants of magic in Raeden and also took his parents’ lives.This, the rain and cold winds in Vallas was just earth trying to find balance after a millennium without its heart. Or perhaps it was another sign that he was running out of time to find it.In her letter, Saray assured him that this woman, the daughter of the Earl, was the key to find what he was looking for. His sister was never wrong when it came to her dreams.The carriage stopped.“Aghh!” Someone ou
No one else seemed to be troubled by the fact that this duke was much younger than he was supposed to be. Despite his imposing bearing, he barely looked a bit older than Elena herself, how could he be older than the Marquis?Were all the rumours false? Was this another child of the Grand-Duchess?Magic?It was highly likely he was a sorcerer, he was a man from Raeden after all, but this didn’t explain this appearance. She’d met some sorcerers before, and these people had an uncanny bond to nature that gave them the ability to summon rain or make the soil more productive, she’d even heard from some that could heal miraculously the most terrible wounds and illness, but they weren’t any less human. They aged and died, too.Perhaps this wasn’t e
This man who was smiling at her with a satisfied expression as if he hadn’t just tried to maim her was definitely insane.“Just like I was saying, you will be able to use your magic if you are properly trained. Why would someone like you conform with being the Marchioness, staying at home or attending parties for him to show you off?”He was insane, but on the other hand, her hand was indeed intact, and she might be as insane as he was, because she found his words appealing. Training to use magic...Suddenly, Elena was able to see an alternative to that life. It was impossible to understand how she could even possess magic, only people from Raeden and some come from Eir had that ability. However, there was a chance to actually do all those things she&
A friend had kissed her hand once. She was fourteen then, and she liked him too, so the day he left she’d felt brave and gave it back to him with a peck on his cheek. Perhaps it was because those emotions had long faded away, but Elena did not think those demonstrations of affection had made her feel as agitated as she was feeling at that moment. The Duke greeted her by taking her hand to his lips, (they lingered on her fingers for longer than necessary, teasingly). Elena was sure he did not say good morning this way to every lady, it was his attempt to charm her, to test her. Did he want her to like him? His offer was good enough, but one thing he’d certainly not mentioned was affection. (Not that she expected it, because it’d be absurd for a noble to think about love when it came to marriage. Some were lucky to
“Like this?” “Yes, that looks very neat.” V, the first letter in the name of the country. It was also the first letter of her family name. One that would change very soon. Laila knew how to write her name, her grandfather had taught her once. Now Elena was teaching her to write their country’s name, and she was tracing the letters and repeating them aloud when the sound of horses’ hooves striking the ground outside got her attention. It was getting late, almost dinner time… “Wait, let’s see what is happening outside.” She stood up from her spot at the table and walked towards the window’s view, with the young girl following her tail. It wasn’t dark enough yet, so if they str
Flawless. “You learned to do these hairstyles so fast. Laila, you’re really capable.” “Miss, I needed to learn everything you need quickly, before we leave.” “I told you there’s no need to worry too much. I’m sure those tasks can be handed to the Duke’s servants.” Elena noted that she might have to ask Ivar about his estate and his vasals, to get a better grasp of what was waiting for her in the near future. “For you, learning to read and do maths is more important, that way others cannot fool you and you will be able to help me better.” Since Elena had chosen Laila as her person, the girl was the only one from the manor who’d go to the capital and later to the north with her. She’d sent a letter to Mariela too, offering the maid to continue working for her, but it w
Inside the carriage, she was as comfortable as someone could be after long hours of travel. But it was freezing outside, and she noticed just trying to look through the crying windows.Could this mean that they would see snow soon? A winter like this was rare, and she only remembered it happening once when she was still young. It was the day of her seventh birthday.That, too, was quickly approaching, and it was going to be the first birthday she spent away from her family.She thought about Milan, who had come several hours after the party was over. Apparently, sleep did not come easy for her little brother that night either. It was a very unusual thing, but Milan asked her if he could sleep there with her, and then made that remark. “It’s so cold in your room
For the past two hours, she avoided conversation pretending that she fell asleep again after they left the inn and got into the carriage. It was embarrassing to look at Ivar after he’d witnessed her breakdown in the middle of the night. And then the carriage stopped, and she knew there was no escape from facing him or the new world she was becoming part of from that day on. “We have arrived.” She had been in the Grand Duchess palace once, during her debut in society, but it had been at night, and that year she wasn’t exactly in the mood for socializing with people or admiring the beauty of the city. This time, however, she could appreciate the immaculate walls of the White Rose of Vallas, the most beautiful building in the city and the whole country, where kings had been living for centuries before the war.
Raeden looked like a land of fairytales (although, to be fair, all stories of fantasy and magic had come to be true after she met Ivar). It was summer here, but a thin layer of snow covered the ground all the way to Jade City. She could see it all from above, the magnificent views that changed first when they crossed Eir until they landed at their destination, and for the first time she thought about how frustrating it could be for him to ride on a carriage when he could always do this instead. People looked in awe when they landed, but few of them seemed to be afraid. Elena couldn’t help but ask why. “Some people tell stories around here. Their parents must have seen it during the war.” Here, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t really the brother of the Emperor and the Gr
Her father had lost his mind. What did he think would be the result of this? He kept repeating that they couldn’t win, that he wouldn’t let them win, but the commotion was enough to have Danna come into the room, and she grabbed Enmanuel from the behind, pulling him away from Elena and sending him flying towards the room's desk.“Your Grace! Are you okay?”“I'm fine, Danna, don't worry.” Elena swallowed with difficulty, feeling her throat sore. Free to think and use her magic properly, she grew vines that imprisoned her father. She tolerated him for too long. “Call the others and take him to the cell for criminals. He can stay the night there.”“You can't treat me like a mere commoner.”She strode towards him an
Pregnant…“Congratulations, my lady!” Mariela clapped her hands in excitement. “Congratulations, Your Grace!”They kept staring at each other in silence, just waiting until they were left alone in the room.Something like that should be impossible for them, and yet, it wasn’t. Elena wasn’t really human, but the vessel of the Emerald Heart, and someone who could already use the Gift of Life in extraordinary ways in spite of lacking experience and control over her magic.Viviana Lagrave was convinced her son was only born because Elena pitied her and felt sad for the kind of treatment she received as a wife who couldn’t bear a male heir. It seemed far-fetched considering that Elena was only a child and unaware of her powers
Two doctors arrived in the morning, quickly installing themselves in the house that Elena had been staying at those days, and with help of the Black Knights, the place became ready to attend to people in no time. Neither Laila nor Mariela seemed to be really surprised seeing that their mistress and the duke had reconciled and came back with linked arms to tell them of their intention to fix the county.“We’ll open an academy here soon, Miros will work on it so that in the future we can send doctors and sorcerers to the small villages too.”“But for the moment, this is already a great relief to the people who couldn’t get medical assistance after doctor Marin left.”They were at the entrance of the house, ready to leave, when the men from the manor came to see what all the fuss was
There was only one doctor in town, the same who attended the Valverde family, so it was a risky move as her father would learn about it and probably hand her to Ivar. But Mariela (who insisted on Elena staying in the house, her eyes would give her away immediately) came back from the Doctor Marin’s house with the news he’d left town weeks ago.“I went to the apothecary to get something for Laila’s fever, and it seems it’s a very contagious flu. Everyone is getting sick, but there’s no one to treat them. Doctor Marin left because the Earl hadn't been paying him for months, and there were many other lords in the region asking for doctors too.”Her father was a stingy pig.“He can’t be so deep into debt that he can’t pay the only doctor available in town
“Lady Elena, do you really think the Duke would try to hurt you?”Laila voiced this question when they were peeling apples for the afternoon snack, sitting near to the attic windows of the abandoned house they decided to turn into their temporary hiding place. It was quite convenient that Elena was able to grow most things they ate or used to cook, because it wasn’t as if they could go out of town freely these days. The black nights were still looking for them in the streets, knowing that they couldn’t make it very far in just a few hours.Eventually, however, they would give up and look elsewhere.“We’ve only known each other for a few months, Laila. Exactly the same time I’ve known Ivar. Maybe I’m not the one who knows him the best, I couldn’t, in such a
In hindsight, Vivian should have known it from the moment the midwife exclaimed it was a girl. She couldn’t get pregnant before Elena, in the same way she couldn’t carry any of her pregnancies later, as if the whole purpose of having the girl was to continue hiding the Heart.When Milan was conceived, however, she knew that much like her mother before her, her daughter could access that magic. It was because of her misery and Elena feeling sad for her that made it happen.But should she be happy about it?“My mother and her mother before then, for hundreds of years, they lived that kind of life. Do you think I would have been anything else than a slave if they thought I had magic too? My father, the very generous, kind-hearted Baron de Lagos, would have kept me prisoner the rest of my life. The wor
It was bound to be the talk of the town when the daughter of the Earl came back home less than a year after the wedding.“As expected, you are useless. Couldn’t you at least satisfy your husband? You have no shame coming back to this house alone!”“You are reading too much into this, father.” Elena breathed in deep and managed to keep her calm. “I just wanted to make sure my brother didn’t come home alone, and since I have the time to spare, why wouldn’t I accompany him? I didn’t know I’m not allowed to visit this house anymore.”Enmanuel Valderde glared at her, his frown deepening as he tried to find the mistake in her words.He couldn’t come up with anything, and that was the end of it. She instruc
Given that it had come to this point, Ivar decided it was useless to keep hiding the truth.“Come with me,” he said, seeing that Elena wouldn’t move or say anything in response.But she still followed him to his office, walking down the stairs that led to the underground springs.“Why are we here?”“It’s the only place inside that palace that’s spacious enough. So you can see with your own eyes what I really am.”Elena barely had time to grasp what was happening in front of her, as he changed into a large, two-winged black creature so frightening that her trembling legs did not want to move when all she wanted was to step back. Just his head was the size of her whole body.