The Shadow Throne (The Ascendance Trilogy, #3)(8)

“I wish you were coming with us, Jaron.” Fink looked down, but his head wasn’t lowered for long before he looked up again and said, “I heard Kerwyn wanted you and the princess to get married. Why didn’t you?”

I wasn’t sure who had told him that, but clearly one of the servants attending to that room talked too much. I started to scold him for such a question, but Amarinda laughed and said, “Clearly, you know nothing about a girl’s wedding day. If I’m at the altar with Jaron as he rides off to war, what part of his horse do you suppose I’ll end up kissing?”

She looked at me and smiled, and I began laughing at the image. Fink joined us too, which only made it seem funnier. But from the corner of my eye, I saw Tobias looking down at his clasped hands, watching his thumbs rotate.

“The escape carriage will work,” I assured him. “Cheer up.”

His smile back at me was hopeful, but vacant. Something else was bothering him, but obviously nothing that could be shared here.

It wasn’t much farther on before our driver called down to us that the road into Avenia was shortly ahead. I ordered him to stop where we wouldn’t be noticed, and once there, we exited the carriage. We emptied enough of the crates to pry up the false floor. The space inside was smaller than I’d imagined it would be, but if it was any larger, it would’ve been noticeable from the outside.

“This won’t fit the three of you,” I told Tobias.

Tobias quietly gestured toward Fink, reminding me that at the last minute I’d insisted he must come along too. Even if the space could’ve been made larger, there had been no time to change the design.

“It will have to fit us,” Amarinda said.

“I’ll stay out, if necessary,” Tobias offered. “Our priority is the princess’s safety, and Fink can guide her through Avenia toward Bymar.”

“No,” Amarinda said. “A way must be found for us all to get through that border.”

“I’ll stay out,” Fink said. We put up a protest, but above our voices, he added, “I’m Avenian, and I’m young. They won’t see me as a threat.” He turned to me. “Jaron, you know I’m right.”

A lump formed in my throat. “You’re the closest thing I have to family, Fink.”

Something glimmered in his eyes. “Then that makes me a prince . . . almost. If the king risks everything for Carthya, then I should too.”

Difficult as it was, I nodded my permission at him, and then said, “Avenia will search this carriage. Tell them the driver allowed you to ride in here on your way home. Make sure they notice the crate of wine, but tell them it’s strong and they shouldn’t take it.”

“That’ll only make them more determined to take it.” Then Amarinda’s face lit up when she understood. “More Ayagall?”

“They’ll be sick for a week.”

Tobias climbed inside the carriage first, and maneuvered his body to make room for the princess.

“I may have come to Carthya because of a promise and a treaty,” she whispered, “but I will return again because my heart remains here.”

“Then I will see you soon.” I kissed Amarinda’s cheek and embraced her warmly. When we parted, I attempted to calm the worry in her eyes with a smile and assurance that all was well, though I admit, I wasn’t entirely certain of that myself.

I helped her into the carriage, although it was necessary for her to cradle closely into Tobias for them to fit, with his arm outstretched for a more comfortable place to rest her head. There was no way Fink would have fit in there too.

Once they were in, I reminded Tobias of his sacred obligation to protect Amarinda, with his life if necessary. He promised to do his best, but never looked at me as he spoke. Perhaps he was uncomfortable in such a tight and awkward position. Or, I wondered, maybe his discomfort came from the other body so intimately fit against his. In an emergency, Tobias could release another door beneath them, but until then, the false floor was placed over the top of them and the crates were replaced.

Fink stopped before climbing in and turned back to me. “Jaron, I’m scared.”

Considering the danger involved in this next phase of his journey, I understood how he felt. But I also had an idea how to help with that, something I’d considered doing for a while anyway. I withdrew my sword and stood tall. “Kneel,” I commanded him.

He stared up at me, confused, until I motioned for him to fall to his knees. When he did, with my sword I touched on his right shoulder and then his left. “As king of Carthya, and the head of the house of Artolius, I dub you, Fink, into my house, and as a knight of the kingdom.”

“Really?” His smile grew wider than I’d ever seen it. “I’ll be a good knight.”

As he rose to his feet, I sheathed my sword. “The actual ceremony is longer, but I doubt you could sit through the whole thing anyway. This will have to do for now. You are charged with protecting a princess. She needs you to be strong, and I know you will be. Get her home safe, and don’t be afraid.”

“I’m glad you made me a knight, but that’s not what I meant before,” he said. “When I said I was scared, Jaron, I’m scared for you.”

I had not expected that. The fear in my heart was for Carthya, and for those around me who were in so much danger. But perhaps I was afraid for myself as well. I told him to be brave enough for us both. Then I shut the door and ordered the driver to move on. Once they drove away, I climbed on Mystic’s back and rode to where I could view the carriage for as long as possible. Eventually it vanished and the dust settled. Their next stop would be at the border of Avenia, directly under the watchful eye of soldiers who could reap untold rewards for capturing the princess. Amarinda’s fate now lay with a regent who couldn’t wield a sword against his own shadow, and a young knight who could barely lift a sword with both hands.