I soften my voice. “It is a pleasure to meet you. . . . I am at your service,” I say, for added measure.
Queen Genevieve beams, but King Ezebo wears a disgruntled expression. “This is scandalous,” he says.
“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty?”
“To arrive unannounced,” Ezebo continues, as though I haven’t spoken, “it is unheard of. We had no pigeons, no word of your earlier arrival. Does Galandria expect us to stand for such a disgrace?”
“My father’s advisors judged it to be safer if I left Gal-andria earlier than expected and traveled anonymously,” I say, just as Arianne instructed.
Ezebo is red-faced with his lips pursed in a petulant frown. This is something I didn’t expect. I expected a cunning monarch, not a king having a temper tantrum. I’ve learned well how to handle Mister Ogden when he was in one of his foul moods. I know what to say to a man to calm him down and shut him up. But does Wilha? My guess is not, so I say nothing.
“Had we known you were coming,” he continues, “plans would have been made to receive you properly.”
Properly? Did they require advance notice not to lock me in Wilha’s chambers all night? I doubt shy Wilha would demand to know why she was left to rot in a locked room the moment she entered the castle. But I want to know. Something isn’t right here, and I wonder if Lord Quinlan is right to doubt King Ezebo’s intentions.
“If Your Majesty pleases, I wonder if you could tell me why I was locked in my chambers?” I keep my voice soft and my eyes downcast.
Ezebo sighs. “The door was locked for your own protection. After unloading your trunks, your guards were given orders to report to the head of my palace guard. Yet one of them—Moran, I am told is his name—was found stealing from the jewels your father sent ahead as payment into our treasury.” He pauses, and when I say nothing, continues, “And when he was discovered, instead of submitting to my men and explaining himself, he fought back and has now escaped, along with the jewels that now belong to me. Your chambers were locked and guarded while my men searched the castle attempting to locate him. The same precautions were taken for the princesses Leandra and Ruby. And I have been told that your maid has also stolen jewels from you. Strange, is it not?”
“Not so strange,” I say, telling the first lie I think of. “I saw Moran and my maid giving eyes at each other. I had meant to ask her what her intentions were with him, and now I find that I was remiss in not doing so earlier. Her mother is quite strict, and would not have allowed her to marry a soldier. Perhaps they saw their opportunity to begin a new life together and have taken it.” Under no circumstances do I want King Ezebo dwelling on the missing “maid.”
King Ezebo stares at me indignantly. “Regardless, your procession has arrived unannounced, and your people have stolen from me. This is not how I imagined our first meeting. Sir Reinhold questioned another of your guards. . . .” He pauses and looks at Sir Reinhold.
“Garwyn,” Sir Reinhold supplies.
“Yes—Garwyn—and found his answers unsatisfactory. Therefore, I have dismissed him and the rest of your guards and commanded them to locate Moran, your missing maid, and the jewels, and not to return to the castle until they have done so.”
I pause. “You mean, none of my guards are now here in the castle?”
“Your guards were at my disposal,” Ezebo retorts, “and they will be welcomed back as soon as they locate Moran, the jewels—and your maid.”
I can detect no falsehood in Ezebo’s words. It’s possible that he’s telling the truth. Maybe Wilha’s guard really did get caught stealing and Ezebo has sent the others after him. Then again, perhaps Ezebo is a practiced liar and is merely playing a role, as I am.
Somewhere in all of this lies the truth, hidden though it is. But what I do know is if it is discovered that Wilha herself is missing, I’ll be under suspicion. If Ezebo is willing to lock me in a room just for my “protection” what would he do to me if he believed I’d harmed the Masked Princess?
I don’t know the answer to that. But I think I do know how Wilha would respond to Ezebo’s words. “I apologize on behalf of my guards, as well as my maid,” I say, looking downward. “Their behavior is truly scandalous.”
Ezebo grunts. “If your father’s advisors had bothered to do a better job selecting—”
“Ezebo, that’s enough.” Queen Genevieve stands. “This is no way to treat your future daughter-in-law. She nearly lost her father and she has said good-bye to her homeland, all in the same month. That is a lot to throw at a girl. Remember what a wreck I was the day I arrived in Korynth?”
Ezebo looks away from me and smiles at Genevieve. Something warm passes between them; a spark of affection I never once saw between Mister and Mistress Ogden. Then Genevieve gives him a stern look and Ezebo sighs.
“I must ask for your forgiveness, Princess. Your entourage has caused quite an uproar. We have eagerly looked forward to meeting you for several weeks, and now I fear we have given you a poor first impression.”
“Yes,” Genevieve says, with another look at Ezebo. “And to make up for that I must ask you to join me, the princesses Leandra and Ruby, and Ezebo’s mother, the dowager queen, for tea tomorrow.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
Genevieve smiles and then both the king and queen look expectantly at Sir Reinhold, who clears his throat.
“There was one other thing,” he says. “King Ezebo means to start a new Kyrenican tradition. We have heard of the crowds that your sessions on the balcony of the Opal Palace brought to Allegria. King Ezebo would like to see Korynth similarly honored. He requests that you appear on the eastern balcony of the castle each night at sunset before whatever crowd has assembled.” He pauses, waiting for my response.
It’s a spectacularly stupid idea, and I’m sorely tempted to tell him so. I remember the Andewyns standing on the steps of the courthouse, rose petals raining from the rooftops. Right before the arrows flew.
Of course, if it’s true the Kyrenicans had nothing to do with the attack, then making appearances on the balcony shouldn’t be a problem. How did Sir Reinhold describe Wilha to Ezebo and Genevieve? Shy and soft-spoken, with an easily malleable will? I remind myself to be cautious.
I remind myself to be Wilha.
“That is a lovely idea, Your Majesty. I am at your command.”
“Excellent. Sir Reinhold will see you back to your chambers. Later, we will be having dinner with several noble families and we will ask you to join us.” King Ezebo beams and nods, and Sir Reinhold takes my arm. Clearly, I’m being dismissed.
As Sir Reinhold escorts me back to my chambers, I can only hope that Wilha returns soon, before the guards locate her.
That is, if Ezebo actually sent them after her.
CHAPTER 34
WILHA
Dawn comes, but the soldiers still have not. I throw back the thin cotton blanket I slept under and pull Elara’s satchel out from under the mattress. I upend my pillowcase, where I have hidden the opals, Elara’s dagger, and her book about Eleanor the Great, and begin repacking the satchel.
I awoke from my nap yesterday to the loud sounds of music and drunken carousing coming from downstairs. After I ate the dinner James brought up, I spent the rest of the night in my room reading of all the great deeds my ancestor had done. Each word felt like a sentence being pronounced, a judgment of my own cowardice. For I doubt Eleanor the Great would have run away from her own life, as I have done.
Downstairs, the inn is messy, but quiet. James is near the fireplace, sweeping up broken glass. “It’s a bit early to be going to Galina’s, isn’t it?” His eyes are tired and his brown flyaway hair sticks up in all directions.