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“You brought us spring after years of winter. What do you want, a medal?” Harrow arches his eyes. “That’s your job, human.”

The Human Queen’s job is to exist. The words repeat over and over again and each time I gain another level of truth. At first, I thought that meant that the Human Queen was ignored and pushed off to the side, a pawn for the lasting peace treaty. Then, after speaking with Willow, I thought the Human Queen had to exist to “recharge” the nature of Midscape. I thought, foolishly, that it came with some amount of respect or even reverence.

No.

They don’t care. I’m just a tool to them to make their flowers bloom and fields fertile. I’m a walking bag of manure in their eyes.

“Thank you for this test. I’m glad I could put your doubts to rest.” I straighten away from the chair. My mouth is still on fire and my head is starting to throb. Pain splits my temples and I don’t know if it’s from fever or the blisteringly spicy food. “I’ll be going now.” I move to leave.

Harrow catches my wrist. “No, stay. We’re not done with you yet.”

“It’s rare for people to get a preview of the queen before her coronation—a true honor!” Aria says. “We want to get to know you.”

“By torturing me?”

“Stop being so dramatic.” She narrows her eyes. “Really, if you can’t handle a bit of dark amusement you won’t survive here in Midscape.”

“Just wait until she sees her first bear brawl. I bet she will faint then. Let’s order several as a coronation present?” Jalic rests his chin in his palm and circles his spoon in his tea. I don’t even want to know what a “bear brawl” is.

“I’m leaving,” I say once more and wrench my wrist from Harrow’s grasp.

“I doubt she’ll survive her coronation.” Aria giggles and the sound splits my head wide open.

I refuse to let them goad me. I’m going to be the bigger person and leave.

Harrow has other plans. The doors magically snap shut in front of me. “Stay. We must fill you in on the details of your coronation, and springtime rites, and before you know it, it’ll be midsummer. You don’t want to embarrass yourself by not knowing the staples of elven customs, do you? Especially not after you already made my brother look a fool by hiding for a year.”

“I didn’t make anyone look a fool.” I keep my back to them and clench my fists.

“Oh, you did. Not that I minded,” Harrow continues. “It was a good show to see it. Eldas is so rarely out of sorts.”

“Let me leave.”

“I don’t think I will.”

I spin, storm back over, and slam my hand on the table so hard the dishes clank loudly. One of the vases set out and filled with fresh-cut roses nearly tips over.

“Oh stop with the scary face.” Aria waves her hand through the air like I am an annoying bug.

“If you don’t let me go—”

“Let me reiterate what I said earlier.” Harrow leans forward. “What are you going to do?”

My arm swings out before his eyes can flash. I grab one of the roses from its vase. My intent was to throw it in his face—to throw the whole tangle of thorns at him and then smack him over the head with the vase.

But the thorns cut into my own flesh first. Blood drips on the white tablecloth and there’s a tug through my palm. It’s subtle, like a whisper, an unseen friend who’s ready to do my bidding.

Magic, I realize a second before it’s too late. That pull is magic.

The roses on the table are suddenly writhing like serpents. They burst from their vase and Harrow lets me go in shock. Aria practically backflips out of her chair to avoid the water and vines. Sirro’s book is on the floor.

I step back, the rose slipping from my fingers. The roses on the tables are already alive. They grow in size until the rosebuds are as big as saucers and the thorns are small daggers. The vines snake throughout the room, searching to cut deep into these cruel folk.

“What the—” Harrow curses.

“Open, Harrow!” Aria begs him. The doors open.

“Time to go!” Jalic flees the room before the vines can close over their escape route. Sirro is close behind.


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