Or was there a deeper meaning here? If this seal was on the ring of a statue—aqueen’sstatue, from the looks of the crown—it might have been a family crest. That matched her theories about the gravestones.
But what royal family?
And what had become of them?
Serilda realized, peering around the garden, that she was near the same plot of land where the statue of the Erlking had stood on the other side of the veil.
That statue would have been right?…?there.
Serilda used the stone hand to peel back a thick covering of vines, and it was right where she thought it would be. The statue’s base, where she assumed this king and queen, now broken to pieces, had once stood regally above their gardens.
There were words carved into it.
Excitement skittered through her. Serilda cleared away the grime and debris, using her breath to blow away the layers of dust that filled up the engraving, until finally she could read the words.
this statue erected to commemorate the ascension of
queen
and her husband
king
their most gracious majesties
to the throne of adalheid
She read them again.
And again.
That was it?
No—there should be names.
She felt around the blank plains of the stone, but there were no more words.
Queen and King who?
Serilda traced the words with her thumb, then brushed her fingers against the wide-open spaces where names should have been.
It was nothing but solid stone, smooth as glass.
Which was when she heard the first scream.
Disgruntled, Serilda picked up her skirts and fled.
Chapter 41
Clouds had swept in and it had started to rain again. Serilda sat at the edge of the dock, her feet dangling above the water, mesmerized by the faint droplets making infinite rings across the surface. She knew she should go back to the inn. Her dress was soaked through and she had started shivering some time ago, especially without her beloved cloak. Lorraine would be worried, and Leyna would be eager to hear her tell of another night in the castle.
But she could not bring herself to get up. She felt like if she only stared at the castle long enough, it might spill out some of its secrets to her.
She yearned to go back. Was tempted to cross that bridge even now. To take her chances with the monsters and the ghouls.
But that was a fool’s mission.
The castle was dangerous, no matter which side of the veil she was on.