There are lots of secret passageways in each self-respecting palace. The ones known only by the builders and the customer, the ones that have been keeping their secrets for many centuries. What are they made for?Each passage had its purpose. Nobody would turn their palace into a cheese wheel without a good reason. To eavesdrop; to send an assassin; to escape from an assassin; to hide something valuable.The first two types were safe. As for the others... It was a pretty obvious solution to fill the tunnels with traps: I’ll leave, and you’ll die. I would never advise anyone to prowl around in secret passageways in a palace. But me, I was a different story. I was Radenor’s heir.There might not have been a crown on my head, but the heart of Radenor had already acknowledged me as the rightful king, and I would definitely pay it a visit, right on the night of my official coronation.Meanwhile...A snake slithered before me in the secret passage, navigating the traps, showing me how to di
When the alarm was sounded, I was peacefully sleeping in my bed. I wasn’t plagued by nightmares, and the ghost of my uncle didn’t haunt my rest.Dead is dead, and off with him.He had long since deserved it. Too bad nobody had dealt with him before me.“Your Highness!”I slowly sat up.“What? What happened?”“His Majesty...Rudolph...”“What happened to Uncle!”I sat up in the bad.“He’s...dead.”“HOW?”I pushed the blanket aside and started getting dressed. Really, none of you could avert your gaze? I was sleeping naked, by the way.Curs.“Your Highness, His Majesty was murdered!”“Any details?”I knew them well, but I listened to an idiotic tale of horrific cruelty, of Uncle’s body being torn to shreds.Really?Had somebody else been there after me? They even spoke of blood that flooded the entire bedroom...“How many bodies of the enemies are there?”“There’s nobody...”the chancellor mumbled.“How can that be?”I roared.“My uncle didn’t kill any of his assassins? Impossible! He wa
I wasn’t going to buy the courtiers’ flattery, of course.Rudolph’s death was very sudden, and that was why they needed me. We had either a war with Tevarr or a treaty with Riolon ahead of us, and Chartreuse wasn’t deluding himself; if anything happened, he and his family would be torn apart. He would have loved to put on the regent’s crown, but Abigail was yet to “give birth”.It wasn’t proper to give birth to a full-term child while three months pregnant, well, maybe four, five at most. She would have to walk around with a big belly for at least three months and act the hell out of it. During that time, many issues would arise and many would be dealt with.If the boy cleans up the situation—or, rather, not the situation, but something that was supposed to be shoveled—then great, we’ll see what we can do. We’ll have a boy and let him pass the throne, as he promised. And if not...well, it’s not like there’s a shortage of daggers. If he fails...we’ll just snatch as much money and valua
How will I be buried?I will never know. But at least I can imagine.What is a royal funeral?The annual budget of a big city, cast to the wind. A gilded coffin, black fabric of mourning over the entire capital, black horses of the funeral cortege, black-clad courtiers, flags at half-mast and mournful music, black and gold, black and gold everywhere.Also everywhere are the hypocritical mourners, fake compassion written on their faces...snots... Mugs, that’s the word.A royal funeral was also an occasion to present yourself before the people, claim your place at court. The procession was led by a servant of the Bright Saint, who walked through the city chanting prayers. He was followed by a carriage with the king’s coffin, driven by four black horses. Uncle’s closest family walked behind the coffin: Abigail and I. The queen was...That day, she seemed especially fragile and martyr-like—black hair, white face, black dress, diamonds in her ears and on her neck, and a crown, of course. T
Still, the night before the coronation got ruined as well. Carlie came first, heroically trying to get through Tommy and Rene, while I was sleeping.My friends were staunch, the girl kept squealing, and as a result, I had to wake up two hours before I had intended and climb out of bed.“What do you want, Viscountess?”“Alex! We need to talk! No matter what!”I was always kinder when half-awake, and I nodded at the door.“Fine. Come in.”Carlie obeyed, and blindsided me straight away.“Alex, I need your help.”“What help?” I asked, yawning.“I’m pregnant.”“Yes, I know that. Give my regards to your husband.”“It is your uncle’s child!”“Whoa.”I scratched the back of my head. Had Abigail lost the remains of any shame?Or... I didn’t have to wait long.“My child is the only legitimate heir of King Rudolph and should be recognized as a member of the royal family!”I really wanted to send her to Abigail and tell Carlie that the king’s wife had foreseen that, but I forced myself to stay si
Upon arrival, the guards discovered a horrific scene. Four assassins with wounds of varying severity, one defender who was especially full of holes, and a frightened prince under the bed.What happened?I was sleeping, then somebody pushed me from the bed, bolts started flying, I crawled to the nearest hiding spot, there was a battle...is it over yet?They pulled me out, assured me that everything would be all right, and asked who had protected me.I have no idea.Yes, the country should know its heroes, but personally, I don’t know this one.Find out yourselves who it is, and don’t forget to protect me.They were trying to murder me! Enemies all around! Marquis Chartreuse tried to calm me down, but I was hysterical, and continued writhing in it until the arrival of Tom, whom I promptly assigned as the captain of my personal guard.Chartreuse tried to object, but the five bodies seemed quite convincing.No, marquis. In the future, you’ll only be guarding the dowager queen, and I’ll be
Carlie was waiting for me in the parlor, just as I had asked her to. She was pacing the room, twiddling a strand of hair in her hand.“Alex!”“Carlie, sit down, please. We need to have a serious talk.”“About what, Alex?”“Do you know that there is going to be an attempt on your life?”“What!”“You’re carrying a potential child of Rudolph’s and don’t know about the fate of his previous mistresses? Abigail isn’t going to tolerate you...”Now that was something Carlie could believe.“But you will...”“Protect you?”Carlie nodded, but then realized that everything would be more complicated.“Carlie, dear, you’ll have to leave the capital and go to the country. Just for a while.”“Where?”Her voice was filled with so much disgust that one would think she had been offered a worm as a meal.“To the countryside—for a while. Two months or so.”“What for?”“It won’t be safe in the capital. There’s going to be a war with Tevarr, and I’ll have to leave. Who’s going to protect you in the meantime
Duke Rataver was hung on the city square in two days. He was declared a warlock, and his daughter, the murderer of poor King Rudolph. Of course, that wasn’t proven, but who else could it be? And really, as soon as we catch her, we’ll prove everything! She’ll definitely confess.The Church will gently convince her to! We sent a letter to Mikael’s son in Tevarr, complaining that my royal counterpart had given me defective goods. Not just shelf-warmers, rotten since day one! And don’t even say that your father hadn’t known it.And now...such a blow!I’m positively shaken. The only way to ease my anguish was a big piece of land, and since my father-in-law was an unholy warlock, then Rataver could be a good way to compensate me for my torment. Either by the king’s will, or my own.I wasn’t laying the duke to rest. I had more important things to deal with: review the troops, hang six generals, two dozen colonels, and a countless number of lieutenants. Based on the results of the review, two