Forbidden Fruit: A Dividing Eden Novella
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See the secrets of Eden’s twisted legacy from a new perspective with this short story set in the world of bestselling author Joelle Charbonneau’s Dividing Eden.
Graylem was born to expect a life of thievery, but superior swordsmanship and a desire for something better had long fueled his dreams to become a member of a noble family’s guard.
But when his sister Deevana’s latest scheme forces them to leave their home—and all memories of their life in Blackthorn Keep—behind, they chart a southern course towards a new life in Irae, by way of the magnificent Garden City. Disguised as northern nobles, they quickly find themselves caught up in the mysterious politics of Eden’s royal family—and infatuated by its newest member, the beautiful seeress Imogen.
A member of Eden’s guard offers Graylem the chance to prove his worth, but his brutal trial for entry into the guard is waylaid by the appearance of Prince Andreus and Princess Carys. Graylem may be a simple man, but when he sees the royal siblings conferring in secret, he knows that all is not well in the Palace of the Winds—and before long, he learns that whatever darkness is lurking in the city’s walls could mean devastation for his family… and for Eden.
Joelle Charbonneau
Joelle Charbonneau has performed in opera and musical-theater productions across Chicagoland. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Testing trilogy and the bestselling Dividing Eden series, as well as two adult mystery series and several other books for young adult readers. Her YA books have appeared on the Indie Next List, YALSA’s Top Ten Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers, and state reading lists across the country. Joelle lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son. www.joellecharbonneau.com
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Forbidden Fruit - Joelle Charbonneau
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The blade sliced the air. Graylem ducked then pivoted in time to swing his own sword. The impact of metal against metal sang up his arm. The lord he was facing was better than most Graylem sparred against for his employer. The man was strong and faster than he looked, but Graylem was quicker. He leaped over the broadsword that aimed for his knees, hit the ground, rolled, then bounded back to his feet with his blade already flying toward his opponent.
His sword clanged against the larger, dark-bearded lord’s weapon. The lord’s eyes narrowed as he swung again with both hands. His attack was a fraction too low, which pulled the man just a hair off balance. Graylem zeroed in on the opening. One pivot and twist of his own blade and the fight would be over. He could end this now.
Instead, he held his ground and met the forward motion of the broadsword with a defensive parry. Grunting, he took a step back. Triumph flashed in the lord’s eyes. The bearded man swung again. Graylem reacted a second later than he normally would, met the attack successfully, but stumbled back again. When next the blades connected, Graylem allowed his own to slip from his grasp. Slowly, he put his hands up in surrender and panted for air.
You gave me a good fight,
the lord said, lowering his blade—victory bright in his eyes. There was a moment where I thought you would emerge victorious from our exercise.
You are far more agile than you appear, Lord Havershire,
Graylem said, making the burly lord laugh. And,
he nodded at the shining broadsword in the man’s hand, you have a far superior blade.
The balance and workmanship exceed my expectations.
Lord Havershire turned toward the thick-chested, gray-haired man in a black smock who was standing nearby. If anything, my friends understated your talent. You have earned your price and a bit more.
Lord Havershire pulled a small leather pouch from his belt and lobbed it at Goodman Bryant, who caught it with a wide smile.
I am flattered, my lord.
The blacksmith bowed his head before untying the purse to glance at its contents. This is most generous.
I believe in rewarding skill and efficiency. You have demonstrated both. As has your young friend.
Lord Havershire turned toward Graylem, and the smile disappeared. You have skill, boy. If you ever have interest in trading your hammer and apron for a banner and shield and learning how to win a fight, I would be happy to have some of my men work with you.
I’m honored, my lord,
Graylem said quietly, sheathing his sword as heat filled his cheeks. Between the red hair, freckles, and the now-red face, he most certainly looked like the strawberry his sister always claimed him to be.
Behind his bushy beard, the lord’s smile grew. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his hand, and extended it toward Graylem. When the lord opened his fist there were three silver nicks in his palm. There is no shame in losing to an older and more skilled foe.
Especially when he had never intended to win. One day he would win. Once he had fulfilled the promise he made to his mother he would enter Lord Blackthorn’s annual summer tournament and do his best to win not only his fights but the attention of Lord Blackthorn or one of the other lords that would be in attendance. He had heard of several lowborn men who had been given a position of respect and authority in a prestigious household’s guard after a strong tournament showing. He intended to do the same.
But not just yet.
Lord Bryant flipped the coins to Graylem, who caught two but missed the third. Lord Havershire chuckled as Graylem scurried to grab the coin as it rolled into the mud next to the wheel of Goodman Bryant’s rickety old cart.
No. That wasn’t mud.
Graylem dug the silver out of the splat of manure then ducked into the sweltering smithy to wash the grime off his coin and the sweat from his face while Goodman Bryant and Lord Havershire finished talking.
The fire burned hot in the wide stone hearth along the side wall. The most experienced of Goodman Bryant’s apprentices gave him a fleeting glance before picking up his hammer and setting to work at the anvil, creating music with the steady clangs that transformed lumps of metal into weapons and tools. Something Graylem never had much luck doing no matter how much patience Goodman Bryant showed. The blacksmith, with his bulky build and thick muscles, looked as if he had been created and dropped down in Eden for the sole purpose of working in a smithy. Graylem—well, he looked more like what his father had tried to train him to be, a thief.
Graylem placed the cleaned coins in a small leather pouch and tucked it safely into the pocket of his vest. Three silver nicks meant nothing to a lord, but to him they were priceless. Every day he added more to the pile he had stashed with the letter that had arrived a month ago from his mother’s childhood friend. She had moved to the other side of Eden when Graylem was small, but she had responded to his mother’s deathbed request and agreed to a match for Deevana. He just had to get enough coin together to make the journey. Then he’d break the news of the betrothal to his sister.
A good day’s work, I’d say.
Goodman Bryant’s thick frame filled the doorway.
Has Lord Havershire gone?
Graylem shouted over the ringing of hammer against iron.
Goodman nodded. Back to Lussuria. But he’ll be back in a month and has requested two daggers and a battle-ax be waiting for him when he returns.
Goodman pulled a gold coin from the pouch and smiled as he pressed it carefully into Graylem’s hand. Much of that is thanks to you. I can stick someone with a sword if need be, but I’m not skilled enough to give someone like Lord Havershire a true contest. You made him think he was a better swordsman than he is, which makes my weapons look even better than they are. I counted three times you could have easily won that fight.
Eight,
Graylem said quietly. The first several openings came because Lord Havershire had taken one look at his freckles and lean frame and automatically assumed he was young and inexperienced and lacked the strength to be any competition. That incorrect assessment would have been enough for Graylem to take the man in a tournament. But this wasn’t a true contest and winning wasn’t the point.
Goodman Bryant clapped Graylem on the shoulder and laughed. You should enter one of the High Lord Wynden’s tournaments. You’re old enough now. I could make a lot of money wagering on you, and you could stop pretending to have any interest in being a blacksmith.
Heat that had nothing to do with the smithy fires crept back into his face, making Goodman Bryant laugh harder.
I know you try,
Goodman Bryan said. Your mother was a good woman. I know you asked for this job because of her, and you do serviceable enough work when you aren’t demonstrating the quality of my swords or keeping that sister of yours out of trouble. I heard she had some trouble with Mistress Suzanna recently.
Graylem winced. Deevana has very firm opinions about how much day-old bread should cost.
Mistress Suzanna seemed to believe that your sister was hoping to leave her shop without paying at all.
Their father had taught Deevana the same skills that Graylem had learned. Graylem often thought she had learned them better than he because she enjoyed the challenge of outwitting others far more.
Your sister has always wanted more than she has. She gave your parents a great deal of trouble before they passed, and her impetuousness has only grown as she has gotten older.
Goodman Bryant mopped a line of sweat from his forehead and turned his now-serious eyes on Graylem. You’re doing your best to honor what your mother wanted for both of you, but I know from experience that you can’t change someone who doesn’t want to be changed. You can lose yourself in the trying.
Graylem shook his head. Deevana is just restless since our mother’s death. She misses the freedom our parents allowed her.
Not to mention she despised working in the kitchens at Blackthorn Keep. She’ll be happier once we get to the District of Irae.
Although she might not be all that keen on the idea of her younger brother arranging that happiness for her.
For your sake, I hope you are right.
Although the way Goodman Bryant shook his head said he had serious doubts