I pick up the book and turn it over. Whenever I think of my mother it is still the vague image of a red-haired woman that I picture. Not Astrid the Regal. I can’t bring myself to think of her as anything more than the dead queen who refused to name me.
I open the book and flip through a few pages. I can’t help but wonder, if Eleanor Andewyn hadn’t discovered Gal-andria’s opals so many centuries ago, hadn’t dropped the First Opal on her coronation day and it hadn’t split in two, where would I be right now, at this very minute?
If Wilha and I had been born into any other family—one who viewed twins as a blessing, instead of a curse—how different would our lives have been?
As I continue examining the book, I notice something I haven’t before. In the middle of the book, a few of the pages have been punctured with tiny pin pricks. How did I miss this before? It’s almost as though someone deliberately—
“Your Highness?” interrupts Milly’s voice from the sitting room. She knocks on my door. “I’m here to help you get ready for the masquerade. It’s getting a bit late.”
“I’ll be right there,” I call out to her.
Quickly, I shut the book and toss it onto the writing desk. Let Wilha—the favored twin—keep it. I tuck Ruby’s sea-shell and my dagger into my satchel, along with the jewels I ripped from Wilha’s dresses. I still plan to use them to start a new life. Whatever and wherever that will be.
When I’m finished, I open the wardrobe and pull out a blue velvet box. It’s a new mask from Welkin, the betrothal present Lord Royce brought with him to Korynth. I open the box and examine the painted white mask encrusted with opals in shades of iridescent, powder blue and milky lavender, the colors of the Andewyn family. When I lift the mask, the opals catch the candlelight and seem to sparkle.
“Your Highness?” Milly knocks again. “May I come in?”
“Just a moment.” I tie the mask on. Only a few more hours of pretending, and this will all be over.
“You look stunning, Your Highness,” Milly says, holding up a small mirror.
A princess in an opal mask stares back at me. Wilha’s silken birthday gown is a light, iridescent blue with a square neckline and draped sleeves. Stitched into the bodice and full skirt are lavender opals and bright, sparkling jewels.
A loud knock sounds at the door and Ruby bursts into the room, with Leandra following closely behind. Both of them are wearing silver masks and scarlet and black colored gowns, the colors of the Strassburg family.
Ruby twirls around, her skirt billowing like a bell. “How do I look, Wilha!”
“Girls,” Genevieve says as she strides into the room behind them carrying a black box. “I’m trying to decide which of your great grandmother’s rings we should wear tonight.”
Ruby and Leandra turn back and bend their heads over the box. I stay where I am, until Genevieve says, “What are you waiting for? Come and pick some out.”
I frown. “Oh, but I thought you only meant Leandra and Ruby. . . .”
“Nonsense. You are part of this family now, too.” She grins conspiratorially. “Besides, it will quite annoy Eudora to see you wearing them.”
I grin back at her. “Thank you.” It’s all I can say, because my throat is suddenly thick. I join Leandra and Ruby and we ooh and ahh over the rings. I settle on a gold one with a large sapphire.
“You’re being too shy,” Genevieve says. “You can wear more than one ring, Wilha. We can all sparkle together tonight.”
And the moment bursts. Once she calls me “Wilha,” I am reminded that this is not my family, this is not my life.
“Now, girls,” Genevieve says when we’ve all finished with the rings, “it is time you went down to the great hall. The doors are about to open and your father and I want you to greet the guests with us. Wilha will be announced later, after everyone arrives. Milly, will you escort them to the hall please?” Milly nods, and after they’re gone Genevieve turns back to me. “You were given instructions, yes? King Ezebo wishes you to enter from the balcony that overlooks the great hall.”
I nod. “He sent Sir Reinhold earlier to inform me.”
“Good.” Genevieve smiles. “You look beautiful, Wilha. Tonight, all eyes will be on you.”
CHAPTER 48
WILHA
As I wrap the black cloak I borrowed from the dress shop around myself, I try to think of an explanation to give James and Victor for why I have to leave. Although I cannot tell them the truth, I can at least give them the comfort of knowing I am safe. Because once I make the switch with Elara, “Willie” will be gone forever, and come the next morning, I don’t want them worrying about me. My family has need of me, and I have to return immediately, I compose the explanation in my mind.
It won’t even be a lie.
I pick up the white and silver costume mask Kyra found for me to wear tonight and look around my room one last time, trying to capture the image in my mind. Perhaps one day, years from now, I will laugh at my adventure in the city, and it will not seem quite so painful, as it does now.
Downstairs, the inn is full and festive. Several customers wear costume masks and carry candles. According to town gossip, the Masked Princess is supposed to appear on the balcony at midnight while fireworks ignite over the castle. A gift from King Ezebo to those who were not invited to the masquerade.
It is with bitter irony that I realize the girl waving to the crowd tonight will be me.
“All set to go?” James asks when he sees me. Kyra told him we were meeting at the castle gates to pass the time until midnight.
“Yes,” I say, and then surprise him by reaching out and hugging him tightly.
He hugs me in return and whispers, “I’ll see if I can get Victor to let me off early, and I’ll come meet you and Kyra.”
I will myself to say the words, to tell him that I won’t be joining Kyra at the gates after all. Yet as usual, my voice fails me and I keep hugging him, not wanting to let go.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” James says when we finally break apart.
I nod, ashamed of my own cowardice. With one last wave, I step outside the inn and close the door on one life. With a sigh, I tie on my costume mask, and once again, the world becomes a little smaller.
I step out into the night and head toward another life, the one I have been marked for since birth.
CHAPTER 49
ELARA
A guard pushes open the wooden doors and ushers me out to the balcony, which overlooks the party. The great hall shines; hundreds of lit candles hang from newly polished silver chandeliers. The wooden floors have been scrubbed and waxed until they glow like honey. A fire dances in the large hearth. Red and black banners of the Strassburg family crest alternate along the walls with Andewyn ones of powder blue and lavender.
Down below, the entire royal family is seated on the dais. Ladies dressed in vibrantly colored gowns twirl about the dance floor on the arms of elegantly styled men with all their faces hidden under masks. Some of the masks are decorated with jewels or sequins and bits of glass that glitter in the candlelight. Other masks are the faces of monsters and beasts bearing expressions of agony.
Near the staircase leading to the dance floor below, a man wearing a mask of silver, black, and crimson waves at me, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s Stefan.
“I didn’t recognize you at first.” I laugh.