The Secrets of Earth House: The Elementalists, #2
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When everyone you know seems to be plotting for the throne, who do you trust?
Ros went looking for love, but found betrayal instead. With her father missing and her chance at love destroyed, Rosalinde has to figure out who she can trust before it's too late.
The Great Match did not turn out the way Rosalinde anticipated. She thought she'd end the week with a tolerable husband, but more importantly, a good future king. Instead, she let her heart get swept away in a future she couldn't have, and now she has to pick up the pieces of that broken dream.
The worst part--as if anything could be worse than a shattered heart--is that she lost her best friend in the process. Now there's nowhere to turn and no one to help as she struggles to find a way out of the marriage she's being made to uphold in the hopes of getting her father back.
But Ros will get him back, no matter what it takes. She has the power to destroy everything and everyone in her path to return the rightful ruler to the throne. And though the hour seems dark, there is light to be found in unanticipated places, in friends both new and old, and in the long-buried secrets finding their way out of the darkness. Ros can succeed, she WILL succeed--she is the new queen, after all, and her kingdom needs her to lead them forward.
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The Secrets of Earth House - Michelle Jarvis
One
Rosalinde had never been a good student. She was clever, sure, and she could retain information if she wanted to. But that was the problem. She’d never wanted to until now. As she made her way through the darkened halls lit only by dancing torchlight, she cursed her foolishness yet again for not throwing herself into learning when she was younger as much as she had devoted herself to extracurricular activities.
The library door was unguarded at this time of night. To be honest, she wasn’t sure if they guarded it at any time. Who would want to steal books? Except her, of course, because that was what she was there to do.
It wasn’t that she wanted to steal from her own library, but Rosalinde didn’t have a choice. There were too many unanswered questions swirling about, too many things she didn’t know, and no one to ask. Ros didn’t know who she could trust; therefore, stealing the information she needed seemed like her only option.
Ros slipped into the dark room and felt her way down the wall until she reached the first of the stacks. She let her hand drop to her side and counted the books that her fingertips grazed. At the thirteenth book, she stopped and kneeled on the floor, pulling books thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen out of their places. Reaching farther back into the shelves, Ros withdrew the small lantern she’d hidden there earlier in the week.
She focused her attention on the tip of her finger, willing it to burn. To her delight, a tiny flame appeared and lit the lamp. Her brief time with the Night mages had revealed that she had access to more gifts than just the Tsunami power she’d been trained to use since childhood. She was excited to try the new gifts, but wasn’t sure how to home in on the skills required for each element.
Training as a Water house mage left her completely lacking in the basics the other houses taught their Elementalists. After all, what good was learning to use a magic you couldn’t wield? She would make do with the library as her teacher now.
Finding books about elemental training was the straightforward part of her quest; in fact, she’d already read the basics on Air, Fire, and Earth. But there was little to find about the Night house and the secrets it held, no matter where she looked. There also wasn’t much to find on the other things she was researching—Cradles, the powerful places where the elemental powers were strongest, or Moonchildren, like the creature Ros had met in the woods after the vuljasari attack.
Rosalinde looked down at her palm, her eyes tracing the scar upon it. The circular shape Whimsy had left as a reminder coincided with the phases of the moon. Tonight, it was waning gibbous, leaving her only the last quarter of the month to figure out a wish to have the fae creature grant.
She’d considered asking for her father to be returned, just as she had initially thought to use the wish, but she wasn’t sure what sort of danger she’d be bringing him into. Her father might not be home, but he was safe wherever Larkin Zolto was keeping him. Of that, she was sure. Larkin had proven herself a false friend after these many years, but even after all that happened, Ros knew she wouldn’t hurt King Tancred. She might be a liar scheming for the throne, but Larkin wasn’t a killer. At least, Ros didn’t think so, though her instincts regarding Larkin had been woefully lacking thus far.
For now, Ros believed her father was safer away from the castle, even if it meant putting her last grain of faith in Larkin Zolto.
The other wish that had filled her heart and mind these last few weeks was to see the Night mage. She had planned to choose him as the winner of the Great Match, until the Earth house had blackmailed her, but he didn’t know any of that. All he had seen was Ros naming another man to be her husband. If she used her wish to ask the fae for Cassian, even just to speak to him one more time, what might she say? Apologizing seemed like the best place to start, but saying she was sorry was pointless when she was betrothed to someone else. Though she was truly sorry, saying it wouldn’t change the outcome of what had happened.
She wanted to ask about his mother, Ombretta, and Gaius, the strange darkness with ties to both of them. Her mind had endlessly played through the possibilities of what might have happened in the forest afterCassian removed her from it, and none of the scenarios were good.
But she couldn’t ask. She couldn’t waste her wish on something so selfish, no matter how desperately she wanted to.
Instead, she returned the books she’d hidden under her skirts and searched the library for new information about the fae children and their gifts, looking for a way to make the best of the boon she was given. Most of what she’d found were children’s stories or elaborately detailed encounters that felt miles from her own experience. She took them anyway, stuffing them into the bag she’d fashioned under her robe and nightgown. There were too many eyes around the castle, too many people with questionable allegiances, and she had some secrets that needed keeping.
As she snuffed out the lamp and returned it to its hiding place, she felt a tingle run up her spine. She spun on her heel, water instinctively springing to her fingertips. Ros couldn’t see anything in the darkness and she cursed under her breath at her folly. She’d been so careful in getting to the library, but once she was swept up in its contents, she hadn’t paid close enough attention to her surroundings.
Gathering her nerve and leveling her voice, Ros asked, Who’s there?
The room was quiet in response. Overwhelmingly so. The stillness was stifling, too heavy all of a sudden, and Ros felt the silence pressing in all around her. Her pulse raged in her ears as she strained to hear whatever or whoever was there.
Cassian?
she whispered, hope igniting in her chest for one brief moment, only to extinguish the next. She knew he wasn’t there, no matter how much she wished for him. No, if a member of Night house was there, it wasn’t him.
Gaius?
she asked, swallowing hard as a lump formed in her throat. She had no desire to fight him again, especially without knowing what had become of the rest of Night house while in the Cradle.
But Gaius didn’t answer back. No one did.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she couldn’t make anyone out. She moved to the door and slipped through, tiptoed back through the hall to her bedroom, and locked herself inside. Even after lighting every lamp in the room and spreading them around so there were no pockets of shadow in the whole place, Ros couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her, and that she was woefully unprepared for whatever would happen next.
It had been two weeks since they had crowned her the Queen of Talabrih. Two weeks her father was still missing, two weeks with her deceitful future husband and former best friend at her side, two weeks without a glimpse or whisper of Cassian’s fate or what had happened in the woods. She’d been locked up in the castle, her only moments to herself spent in the library, and now those were tainted after what happened the night before. The worst part was that she couldn’t be entirely sure she hadn’t imagined the whole thing.
Once she was named queen, she’d expected to have a free hand over decisions within the kingdom, or at least over matters in her own castle, even if she was being blackmailed. Instead, Ros had found herself under tighter reins than ever before. When she could escape the counselors and nobles vying for a position closer to the throne, she still had a retinue of guards at her back. After having one ruler kidnapped out from under their watch, they were hesitant to let her go more than a few feet without someone tagging along. It didn’t help that at every turn she was bombarded with those who sought her favor, who begged her decision on matters her father had deftly avoided, or those who requested an audience with her for dozens of reasons both great and small.
Before she’d found the safety and relative privacy of the library, she’d tried sneaking off to the garden. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the haunt of promiscuous nobles and several times she’d had to sneak behind a hedge to avoid witnessing more than an innocent eyeful. She was nearly positive she’d seen her sister, Elsabet, sneaking around once or twice, but the glimpses were too quick to be certain and she did not know who Elsa’s paramour might be. She knew her sister was old enough to make those sorts of decisions for herself, but knowing it and seeing it were two very different things. The very idea of her sister sneaking around with a lover made Ros uneasy, so she was glad she’d never seen enough to confirm anyone’s identities.
The kitchens were a no-go as well. There always seemed to be a servant or guard making their way to or from there these days. Ros wondered if her mother had designed it that way after catching Ros sneaking off to find her father a few weeks ago.
That venture had been a disaster. Those helping her on her journey had been hurt, their lives endangered by a living darkness that had seemingly joined with Earth house to remove her father from the throne and secure their Elementalist as Rosalinde’s royal husband. She still wasn’t sure what the connection was and how everything fit together, but at this point, it didn’t matter. Her nightly trips to the library could give her information on how to move forward, but not how to change the past.
Rosalinde pushed away her blankets and the dark thoughts hovering over her. So much had happened in such a short time, and she had trouble focusing on one bad thing without another rearing its head. Still, she had things to do; her revenge wasn’t going to plot itself.
As Rosalinde made her way to the hall for breakfast after getting little to no sleep, she noticed that everywhere she looked this morning she saw Earth Elementalists. There had always been a few around the castle to work with her mother or act as ambassadors between the houses, but now it seemed that more than half of the castle’s inhabitants were from her future husband’s house. It was unnerving, especially after her excursion last night in the library and the feeling of being watched. Maybe it hadn’t been a mysterious Night house entity, but simply an Earth house spy. At this point, they all felt equally evil.
She looked down at her palm and the drop of her father’s blood that Cassian had somehow activated. It still pointed the direction it always had—toward the Earth house castle. When she’d been out searching for King Tancred, it hadn’t registered in her mind that the blood would truly take her to the Earth house. She’d expected some secret hideout along the way, a forgotten stronghold with bandits or villains or mythical creatures holding him captive. If only she could go back in time to before things had fallen apart and tell herself where it was leading her.
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure her old self would have believed it, even if someone had warned her. Larkin’s betrayal was something she never would have predicted if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.
Now she knew anyone was capable of betraying her. Maybe they already had. The Queen Mother was surprisingly quiet about the missing king now that Ros was betrothed to an Earth house mage. It was common knowledge that Queen Mother Sariyah had wanted her daughter to marry from the house she’d grown up in. Another Earth house royal would cement their connection to the throne, gaining them honor and wealth as the other houses courted favor through their royal son. Sariyah had never hidden her desire to give support to Earth house, but could she have really been part of the plan to abscond with her husband?
Then there was Elsabet. Rosalinde’s younger sister disappeared daily on secret missions, and Ros did not know where she was going or what she was up to. Whatever information she was obtaining, who was she reporting to? Ros had noticed her spending a surprising amount of time with Larkin over the last few days, which was unusual considering how much they normally argued and seemed to dislike one another. It left Ros putting a wall between herself and Elsa, afraid of the younger girl’s intent. They had never been close, but Ros had never believed her sister would seek to harm her or sabotage her happiness. Now she wasn’t so sure.
It wasn’t as if Elsa was knocking down Rosalinde’s door to talk to her or prove her loyalty. Aside from the compulsory dinner each day with the nobles who still lingered from the Great Match, and the glimpses she’d caught of Elsa sneaking around the gardens, Ros couldn’t remember their last interaction. But her sister had saved her from a quick marriage to Zandor by proposing they get married at the impromptu Great Match the kingdom would hold in a few months, and that rescue from fate’s awful hand had to mean something. If she was actively plotting against her, on her mother’s behalf or someone else’s, a speedy union would be beneficial. Ros reminded herself of that every day, trying to find a pinprick of hope that someone was on her side, amidst the gloom that was now so pervasive around her.
If her sister was true, Ros would be okay. She only needed one person to believe in.
Good morning, my love,
Zandor said.
He stood in front of the doors leading into the great hall, a wide smile upon his chiseled face. He wore dark pants and a tan tunic that glinted with gold embroidery as the light caught it. It was finely made, probably by the palace’s tailor, and the color stood out beautifully against his dark skin.
Ros hated herself for noticing how handsome he was, especially knowing what a horrible person hid inside the pleasant-looking outside. She had no confirmation he was in on the plan to kidnap her father and put himself on the throne at her side, but if her former best friend of over ten years was willing to betray her for the chance at power, the likelihood that he wasn’t part of the plan was incredibly slim. Part of her wanted to just come right out and ask him, but no matter what he said, she wouldn’t believe him either way.
She forced a smile onto her face and said, Good morning, Lyzandor.
His smile wilted, faster than a blink, but it returned with vigor as he asked, Feeling well today, darling? You look as if you didn’t sleep well.
She pressed her lips together, holding back the curses she longed to throw at him. Ros knew her face gave away her feelings. She didn’t have the ability to hide her thoughts like her mother and sister. So, even as she straightened her face in an attempt to hide her hatred for this man, she knew at least some of it was still exposed.
It has been difficult to sleep, considering my father is still missing. My thoughts are rarely on anything else.
She watched his face for any indication of guilt, but the jerk actually managed to look concerned. The nerve of him! Ros turned and entered the hall, Zandor trailing behind her.
If there’s anything I can do...
he began.
No,
Ros said, cutting him off. Your family has done enough.
She didn’t bother looking at him this time, didn’t need to see the guilt that he clearly didn’t feel. Instead, she sat down and started on her breakfast in silence, letting her rage stew as the rest of the Zolto family joined Zandor at the other end of the table.
Let them enjoy their breakfast, relish their time in the court’s favor; soon enough, Ros would have her father back. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t know when, but she knew that as soon as she did, justice would find