A Queen of Thieves & Chaos – Fate & Flame Read Online K.A. Tucker

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Total pages in book: 201
Estimated words: 191006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 955(@200wpm)___ 764(@250wpm)___ 637(@300wpm)
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And how much some of them thrived on it.

Can the king read the terror that grips every inch of my flesh and bone now at the thought of going back to our old life?

“Please …” It’s barely a whisper and likely pointless. The king has been executing mortals every day since he took power. He hears people’s appeals all day long and dismisses them with nary a blink. But all I have left is a mother’s plea for mercy and a wish that, in this one instance, he may grant it.

Something raw sparks in his gaze, but it’s gone in the next instant, so quickly that I think I must have imagined it.

Lilou’s wails worsen despite Corrin’s best efforts to console her, and numbness takes hold of me as we await the king’s ruling.

“You’ve come here today to reclaim mortals you allege Princess Romeria took from you by force. Is that correct?” King Atticus asks, his voice steely, no hint of humor in it.

“That is correct, Your Highness. Gracen and the children. Three now, I see. An injustice that, righted, would go to great lengths toward rebuilding Freywich.” Lord Danthrin sounds smug. He’s convinced he has already won.

But … rebuilding Freywich? What happened to it?

“Yes, that was an interesting turn of events. It’s almost as if my brother found something in your lands that angered him. Why, oh why, would he go to the efforts of slaughtering the town’s keepers?”

My eyes widen with shock. Those keepers were horrible but … they’re all gone?

“For their allegiance to you, Your Highness,” Lord Danthrin answers smoothly.

“Before they likely heard that I had claimed the throne?” The king frowns, as if that’s doubtful. “But he also demanded your entire household for himself and burned your orchard.” The king has shifted to that bored drawl again. “An orchard that you declared to my late father was not thriving. Year after year of a terrible blight, I believe you said.”

“The Ybarisan whispers evils and tall tales in his ear, Your Highness, steering his temper and his hand.” But Lord Danthrin’s confident voice wavers.

Blight. What blight? I’ve never seen such a healthy and fruitful orchard as the one that stretches behind Lord Danthrin’s manor, and I grew up in the Plains of Aminadav, where vigorous crops are abundant. My children and I spent many long days in that orchard, collecting its produce for meads and jams and delicacies.

“Tall tales, indeed.” The king watches me closely, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Thank you. Your confusion is enlightening,” he murmurs, so quietly I doubt anyone else could hear it. Taking a step back, his deep voice carries. “My brother has wronged Islor in many ways, but I cannot fault him for his righteousness, especially when it comes to the welfare of Islor’s mortals. If he took such care to punish you, Lord Danthrin, I suspect it was justified.”

“Your Highness—”

“I wonder, if I were to pay a visit to Freywich, would I find proof of the picture you painted for my father so he would spare you the hardship of paying the crown’s tithe?”

“I … yes, Your Highness,” Lord Danthrin sputters. “There is no longer any orchard to speak of. Nothing but charred remains.”

“Convenient for you, wouldn’t you say? Seeing as the penalty for lying to a king is death. What should the penalty be for lying to two kings?” The smile on his lips is so contradictory to the thinly veiled threat escaping them.

I dare steal a glance. Lord Danthrin’s normally olive skin tone is sallow.

“Your Highness, if I may …” An older, regal-looking man steps forward from the first row of seats. “Regardless of what may or may not have transpired in Freywich, Princess Romeria of Ybaris unlawfully claimed this lord’s valuable property and, given she is a traitor to the crown and an enemy of the people, all that she has done should be undone. That property should be returned to its rightful owner.” He caps that off with a dramatic flourish of his arms, as if his declaration is straight from the fates’ mouths.

Who is this lord who speaks out of turn and contradicts the king in his own throne room? For my sake, I hope he doesn’t hold the influence he thinks he does.

The king’s jaw tenses before relaxing. “Did you collect payment for this exchange, Lord Danthrin?”

“Yes, Your Highness, but it was forced on me. I would gladly return—”

“That payment was made with the crown’s funds, and therefore legitimate, regardless of who within the royal house claimed these mortals. Your request is denied. The baker and her children will remain in my household and I, their keeper.”

My knees buckle under the weight of relief from his declaration.

The king is suddenly there, his hands gripping my waist, his arms beneath mine, holding both me and my baby upright.



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