Before Crown and Kingdom
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Freedom was more treacherous than she ever imagined.
Nimona Weston’s debts are paid. Her contract with the dark society known as the Trust is broken. But the magical ties that bind her to a long-ago bargain are rooted deep. She’s thrust back into the life she’d been forced from as a girl and now her every move is under the watchful eye of the king. A king who wants her dead. But fate has plans of its own and Nim is helpless to stop them, even as the future of the kingdom is placed in her hands.
Magical contracts, blood-debt accountants, and a deadly game. An epic fantasy with regency flair, an improper and slightly stabby heroine with a penchant for trouble, clean, slow burn romance, and a dark and twisty plot that pits magic against kings, love against power, and a gothic underworld against a kingdom built on lies. Perfect for fans of Sorcery of Thorns and The Shadows Between Us.
Melissa Wright
Ms. Melissa S Wright is a doctoral student in the University of Southern Mississippi Department of Adult Education.
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Before Crown and Kingdom - Melissa Wright
CHAPTER 1
Nim had done something dangerously foolish. She stared down at the ring on her finger, unassuming as it was, a thin silver band nothing like the grandeur that surrounded her. But it was a token of vows far more significant.
The ring had been a sacrifice by Nim’s mother years before. And it was the symbol of a bond that would tie her to the seneschal of Inara, head of law and order in the fight against the dark society that had nearly ruined her, a man she was so drawn to she could barely trust herself.
Fates save her, but she didn’t know how she’d ended up there. For as long as she could remember, her only goal was to gain freedom. Warrick had done that for her. Warrick had broken her contract, saved her from the Trust, and helped her bind the man who’d been responsible for her torment.
And not only had she agreed to marry a seneschal, but Nim was about to be brought before his father, the king, to approve it. She felt as if she might be sick—she wasn’t certain when she’d abandoned all her rules of self-preservation. Nim had gotten into perilous situations before, but she was currently feeling especially witless and wooden-headed.
Lady Weston,
a footman said from the doorway, His Majesty will see you now.
Nim stood to follow the footman. Warrick had not been invited to attend their meeting, though she’d spent the night before wrapped in his arms. She’d been exhausted from a physical struggle that had left her bruised and battered and from plain lack of sleep. And so he’d only held her, pressing his body to hers to provide her comfort and a sense of safety she hadn’t felt since she was a girl.
The man who had hurt her, Calum, was bound and imprisoned. He would never touch her again.
And Warrick had wanted her to stay. To help her. To protect her.
But morning had dawned, and with it came truths she’d managed to push aside in the rush of relief at surviving her brush with the Trust. Warrick was seneschal, and the kingdom was managed by his hand. Too soon, he’d dressed in the robes of his station, a silver coronet upon his head, and he’d left her not with the sweet murmurings of the night before but with a warning. He did not want her to speak a word of her father’s bargain with the head of the Trust to the king, to reveal that Nim was bound by magic to decide the fate of the heir of Inara. If he thinks it has any sway in my fate
—Warrick had shaken his head—he won’t allow you to remain alive.
The truth of his statement had hit her with a sensation like being doused in icy water, and the surety that came with his emotions was sharp and clear. It was not that Warrick had forgotten she could sense intimations from him, only that he’d left himself open for her to feel how very true they were. To know.
The king would see her hanged before he risked his only heir, even if that heir was only half Inaran. The head of the Trust had assured that King Stewart had been unable to produce another heir, and the alternative to Warrick as heir was unthinkable—someone who belonged wholly to the Trust.
Nim walked through a pair of massive double doors held open by two precisely dressed guards and into a chamber that felt impossibly large and empty—not of the finery that filled the entirety of the castle but of any single other soul, even the king’s guards. The doors shut behind her, the finality of the sound echoing through the chamber, and Nim strode forward, a woman summoned.
King Stewart sat in a finely carved chair, a man much changed from when Nim was a girl. His blond hair had gone silvery, his face somewhat thin beneath a beard long enough for braids.
He did not seem in an entirely pleasant sort of mood, if his scowl was any indication. It was no surprise, Nim thought, after what he’d suffered. The man had likely been in nothing but foul spirits for years. Even if he was not physically tormented at the hands of the Trust like so many others, what he had endured had been its own form of torture.
Nim imagined it had been different before, when he still believed he had a chance to best the Trust. The king had openly loathed magic for as long as she could remember, but Nim had since learned that his battle with the Trust went back to before she had been born. She imagined his hatred of them had hardened to iron, if it had ever been a more malleable thing, hammered out over decades, thrust into the fire only to be plunged into the quench pit again and again.
The head of the Trust had done that. A dark and powerful queen.
Warrick’s mother.
Lady Nimona,
the king said, though Nim had fallen from good society when her father was taken by the Trust.
She dipped before him anyway. She might no longer have been a lady, but she still stood before a king. Your Majesty.
His gaze roamed over her, and Nim let herself do the same to him. As a boy, Warrick had watched the man—his father, though the secret had been kept to only his closest advisers—as he was foiled in every attempt to produce a lawful heir. A son, unlike Warrick, who was not tied to magic or the Trust. The procession of women Stewart had arranged marriages with were rumored to have gone mad from invisible torments or been stricken by unnameable disease, all while the head of the Trust had lingered in her catacombs beneath the city, laughing at him for believing he might someday succeed.
Stewart hadn’t given up for the longest time, hiding the women away in towers, locking them into secret rooms. It hadn’t mattered. It had never helped.
His opponent excelled at games. She had promised to make the king pay. And it was said that she had never broken a vow.
Though Stewart might have spent his waking hours devising plans to thwart her, he remained unable to call her out by name, even from the safety of his throne. He could only say that magic was at fault for what was happening in Inara and could not bring himself to stand on his dais and point to the head of the Trust as the murderer of the women who might someday carry his heirs, she who had planted a son of their own to overtake his throne. And it was good that Stewart had been cautious, because should he break the unspoken rules, there would be war. The queen would win. The kingdom would fall.
As it was, there was only one thing holding it all together—one thing that kept the two sides at an impasse, the Kingdom and the Trust only biding their time.
It was Warrick, half Inaran and half the dark magic that was the Trust.
You favor your father.
Stewart’s voice was quiet but strong, his appraisal of her not entirely arguable. Your mother was a beauty, but there
—his eye narrowed—at the set of your mouth, I see his determination.
Nim inclined her head slightly, not mentioning that Warrick might favor the king, too, in his mannerisms and in the set of his jaw, though nothing of his coloring or the lines of his nose and brow. The king was softer, stronger, where Warrick was lethal grace, wolfish where his brother, Calum, had been more raptorial. Both had looked far more like their mother. Both had inherited her magic.
I know nothing of where you have been the intervening years,
he said, though I know Warrick would never have let you come so near had he not already discovered every detail of your past. He keeps it from me, despite his vow that the kingdom comes first. I might not have discovered how you came into his association, but that does not mean I’m fool enough to assume it was mere coincidence.
I’ve been at Hearst Manor for the last several years, Your Majesty. By the grace of the gentleman Hearst and his family—
Her words cut off at Stewart’s expression. He knew that well enough. He’d meant that he did not know what she had been up to and did not trust that she had not been compromised by magic.
Nim could not deny it. In fact, her situation was far more incriminating than merely compromised.
I am aware that your circumstances were not of your own causing,
he said, but you should know that if not for my gratitude to your father, you would already be dead.
Nim swallowed.
His fingers, laden with heavy rings and bent as if they had not healed properly after a break, twitched against the arm of the chair.
Nim wondered how a king might have broken his hand.
I cannot risk it. Not after everything she’s done.
His green eyes, not at all luminous like Warrick’s, cut through her. Your father, along with several other trusted advisers among my court, men and women who I held dear, tried to stop her.
He took a slow breath. You know how they paid. All of them.
Nim did know. Her mother had died of a mysterious illness, as had Wesley’s mother and others. Nim’s father had been trapped in a cell deep within the undercity, devoured by magic as a sacrifice to the Trust, payment to its queen.
She took everything from me,
Stewart said. Everything.
Nim felt the breath catch in her chest, because the Trust had not taken Warrick. She did not know what that meant and did not understand how having Warrick so close—a reminder of all that had been stolen from him and all that was dangerous to his kingdom—might affect the king. Worse, a question waited on the tip of her tongue: whether he had taken the head of the Trust to bed willingly or been coerced by her magic. Nim bit it back. It would not matter, not when what was done was done. It was better left buried.
Stewart ran a hand over his beard, evidently distracted by his own ruminations. She mocks me from the safety of her lair,
he said, after all these years.
When his eyes met Nim’s again, she did not like the resolve she saw in them. I cannot in good conscience approve the match. Not when I cannot be certain who you are.
His hand returned to its place on the chair, palm covering a carved rose that had worn dull with use. "Even if I know who you were."
The proper thing would have been to curtsy and leave, but Nim hadn’t been proper in a long time. Besides, it was not as if she could argue his point. She was tied to magic. Her father’s bargain had altered her fate. It had bound to her the king’s heir. Your Majesty, if I may, why bring me here? If you’d no intention of allowing this, why meet with me at all?
And alone.
His shoulders shifted, bringing him into a posture so much like the portraits she’d seen as a girl, the bearing of a king, sole leader of Inara and all who resided within its walls. So that you understand, Lady Weston, that with one misstep from you, I will end your life
—his expression was as hard and true as any she’d ever seen—to protect my kingdom. And my son.
CHAPTER 2
Nim stared across a lavishly decorated room, all of it trimmed in rich materials. Her room. In Inara Castle. She never thought she would return, and she’d certainly never believed it would be like it was. It could have been worse, she supposed. The king might have tried to tie her to a bargain. He might have traded her back to the Trust. Nim was going to have to unearth the secrets that had been kept from her and learn how the bindings of her father’s bargain could be unwound. There was nothing but to discover if there was any chance to get free, to save herself from the wrath of a king, under whose roof she found herself.
Her gaze rested on a pair of steel scissors so fine they might have cost more than her entire wardrobe at Hearst Manor.
Is there anything I can get you, my lady?
Nim shook herself from her thoughts. Her new maid was pretty, with a round face, dark eyes, and a black dress fitted snugly over her petite frame. Her hair had been drawn back into a tight knot of braid beneath a small cap. Thank you, Maris, but no.
Nim watched her rearrange a set of finely carved wood brushes on the vanity then resituate the linens in a drawer. Maris,
she said after a moment, what is it that you are tasked with, precisely?
The maid turned to face her. Only you, my lady.
Her smile was soft and sweet, and the ease of her manner was already working its charm on Nim.
Me?
Maris nodded, bringing her hands to clasp loosely at her waist in a gesture that painfully reminded Nim of Allister, the gentleman Hearst’s valet whom Nim had stolen for her own. Yes, my lady. Whatever you desire, it has been set upon my head to see it done. I will oversee the matter of meals and baths, source your wardrobe, and manage your maids. I am to be available at all hours for your bidding
—she gestured to a door on the far side of the room—right through that doorway at any time, day or night. I will walk with you through the castle and accompany you, should you wish to leave the grounds. You’ll have guards off the property, but here, I am to be your protection.
Nim tried to school her surprise. It did not work.
The maid’s smile widened. Lord Warrick requires that all of the lady’s maids are competent in defense to at least some degree and that no lady is left unattended where she might be at risk.
Because of the others, Nim realized, the women who had been burned at the hands of the Trust. Thank you,
she said, her voice breathier than she liked. I appreciate your candor, and I hope that I am not too much of a bother to you.
It is no bother at all, my lady. You are my charge.
She said it as if the duty was an honor, and Nim wondered what the seneschal had told her, what sort of lady the maid thought she was serving. So,
Nim said slowly, what is it that we are to do now?
Maris’s smirk implied that Nim had hit the heart of the matter. Lord Warrick has instructed me that you are to take time to settle in because you are not to be assigned to your post until you are comfortable and ready to begin.
She shrugged. Until then, we could take a walk through the gardens, tour the stables, or anything at all that might please you. There’s a ball to be planned for and a gathering of advisers soon. But you are at your leisure.
Nim pursed her lips. She’d not had much experience with leisure and wasn’t certain she was going to like it. What, exactly, did Lord Warrick say my post was, again?
Maris’s eyes crinkled at the edges. He did not say at all, my lady. But he was very specific in what your uniform should entail.
Nim bit down her response at the remembered vow he’d made to her, the low growl of approval at the mention of her unfit-for-good-society trousers. Yes,
she managed. Thank you.
There was a light knock at the door, and the two women exchanged a glance. Come in,
Nim said, moving to stand as Wesley, the seneschal’s personal messenger, edged through the doorway in his own livery.
His smile was broad and just a little bit crooked. Nim.
He gave a swift nod toward Maris. At the maid’s blink, Wes cleared his throat and bowed deeply at Nim. My lady, I am to deliver you to the seneschal posthaste, if it please you.
I’m grateful to see you, Wesley. And please,
she glanced at Maris, "both of you may call me Nim, at least when there