Abigail sat in the magic room with the magic window and watched her husband and friends walk right into a trap. The room seemed to amplify her feelings and made them strong enough for Grayson to feel. She had been able to warn him, to tell him not to come, and she watched him blatantly not listen."Stubborn man," she muttered to herself.Grayson felt her frustration and looked off in the distance. "I love you," he said softly. "I'm not abandoning you.""Who are you talking to?" Catherine asked. "No one... Abby" "Even if she can't hear you, I know for a fact she knows you love her," Catherine replied. "I hope so," he whispered. "I hate that ouraat conversation was a fight. I should have stopped her."Rose cut in. "They would have found another way to lure you out then," she said matter-of-factly. "Abby being taken may have actually saved a lot of lives."Grayson looked at her oddly. "What?" she replied. "Shh," Catherine cut them off. "Someone is coming." They all stood up, ready fo
The morning before their arrival in Knocklean, Rose found Grayson curled up into a ball, crying in pain. "Grayson! What's wrong?" "She knows we are close. She's hurting Abby." "I'm going to kill her myself if she hurts my sister," Rose growled. Just then, Grayson let out a wail. "She's going to kill her. We need to hurry." The group packed up their things and hurried into Knocklean. As soon as they crossed the border, the rain started, and they were attacked by ghouls. Grayson was still weak from feeling what Abby was feeling, but he managed to hold his own. Suddenly, they were in front of the castle.Aryk blasted the door down again, and they walked into the same empty room as before. "There's blood over here," Thomas said."Abby," Grayson whispered. He held up his hand for the others to be quiet. He had heard a voice calling his name. "Do you hear that?""Hear what?" Aryk asked. "Someone is calling my name.""Grayson, be careful," Rose urged, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We
The screams from both Grayson and Rose could be heard throughout the whole castle. Catherine and Thomas burst into the room, unable to ignore the noise. They saw Abigail lifeless on the table and then took in the rest of the scene. A familiar looking woman stood at the head of the table laughing while Aryk was literally trying to restrain both Grayson and Rose as they lunged at her. The woman looked up as they burst in. "Oh! We have more guests! Wonderful!" Just then, Aryk lost his grip on Rose, and she dashed at the witch. Kasdeyah put up her hand, and Rose froze in place. "Now, now, Lady Rose," she admonished. "Think of how sad your father would be if both of his daughters were dead." She flicked her hand, and Rose bashed against the nearest wall. She lay there for a moment as Catherine dashed up to her to make sure she was alright. Grayson felt the rage and magic flow through him. "You've made a huge mistake," he growled. "Now I have nothing to lose." "That's where you
The others had truly underestimated Kasdeyah and her power. She was stronger than they could have ever imagined, though still not stronger than Grayson. That's why she needed him. With their combined powers, the entire world would have to kneel before them. Before her. She had caused the argument between Grayson and Abigail that had caused her to flee. She had been able to manipulate their emotions slightly, and it had been enough to get what she wanted. As for Abigail, that was an easy illusion. Any body would do, and she had plenty to choose from. A simple illusion to make them look like the Duchess permanently, and voila! she had her own powerful king to do with as she pleased. The Duchess was finally out of her way. Pesky thing. The best part was she got to keep Abigail around and make her watch as Kasdeyah seduced her husband and made him do evil things. Kasdeyah couldn't wait to get Grayson into bed. He had four - almost five - children with his former wife; he must be ama
Prologue The Princes Dupont and Grayson had never seen the mountains before. They were transfixed by the majesty of the landscape as their carriage entered the Duchy of Lydisia within the country of Alderei. The boys had been staring out of the carriage windows ever since crossing the border out of Eswen. “Sit back and close your mouths!” their father snapped. “You are princes of Eswen, not fish from the Southern Sea!” The boys sat back and put their heads down. “My dear, they are only admiring the scenery,” the Queen attempted to soothe her husband’s nerves. “We don’t have such mountains in Eswen.” “That doesn’t give them the right to forget their status.” The king snapped back, raising his hand and his voice. The Queen bowed her head, while the boys looked on in fear. The king addressed his family coldly, settling back into his seat. He was the only one on that side of carriage. The queen was stuffed in between the two boys on the other cushioned bench. “We must represent roya
**8 years later**“Father hates me,” Grayson cried to his older brother. “Father does not hate you,” Dupont attempted to reassure his little brother. “He does! He beat me again today for playing sorcerer!” Grayson lifted his shirt and showed Dupont the fresh marks from his father’s switch. Dupont flinched, involuntarily. He had never felt his father’s anger physically. “He says I will bring down the Demon King on my own head!” Dupont stroked his brother’s hair. “You know how Father feels about magic, Gray.” “I know. I wasn’t even playing sorcerer, though, “ he explained. “I was singing and just swinging a stick around.” “I will talk to Father,” Dupont said, determination in his eyes. He was 16 now. He had stood by long enough while his father beat Grayson for every slight, real or imagined. If he was to be a great king someday, he had to learn to stand up to injustice, even within his own family. “Please be careful, Duey,” Grayson pleaded. “I don’t want Father to turn on you, too
**4 years later** Abigail Alderei Castle had been a buzz for weeks with the expected arrival of the Prince and his family. The staff had gone all out – pruning the already immaculate gardens that surrounded the castle, mending the fences around the orchards, airing out and hanging the best tapestries. There was to be a reception in the entrance chamber upon their arrival, followed by a dinner in the Great Hall. As this would be their first visit to Alderei Castle, the queen wanted the grand estate to look its best. She wanted her daughter to be on her best behavior. She was not happy earlier that day, when said daughter was brought back to the castle, dirty and scratched up, having fallen out of a tree in an attempt to escape the impending wedding. Later that evening, I fixed my dress as I waited for the arrival of Prince Grayson of Eswen, who I had not seen in four years. Queen Sarah was currently running around the richly decorated hall nitpicking everything the servants did. I
Grayson “Mother, do I have to go through with this?” I asked quietly so Father would not hear me. He had already lectured me the whole way here, I was afraid he would get physical if he heard my complaint. It wouldn’t be the first time. My mother raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning your father’s judgement, my love?” She adjusted the veil covering the lower half of her face to hide my father’s latest “correction.” “No, Mother,” I replied without hesitation. “I just wish I had more time to meet and get to know my bride… maybe find out if we are compatible. Maybe fall in love,” I mumbled the last part. I had grown up listening to the fairy tales my grandmother used to tell me. Even though my parents hadn’t married for love, I knew it happened. Queen Sarah and King Marcus had reportedly been a love match. They met on the battlefield, in fact, defending Alderei from Godfrey, the country to the north. She was the daughter of the previous King, Patryk, and Marcus was the son of an E