Brightly Woven(67)

“Thank you,” I said.

“Now, what else? What other exciting things have you done? I feel very sorry for you that you’ve had to put up with that scoundrel for so long, but I’m sure something exciting happened!”

“Nothing terribly exciting,” I lied. “Just a few duels.”

“Duels!” Her eyes lit up. “I love duels!”

She reached across the table and eagerly took my hand again. “Tell me, were they for your hand? You’re a precious little thing—it must have been so romantic!”

“Not really,” I said, swallowing my first touches of anger. “It was actually quite terrifying.”

“That wizard’s not very powerful at all, is he?” the queen mused, resting her chin in her free hand. “I’m glad he’s down where he can’t bother us anymore. Pompey will throw him into the dungeons.”

“How did you—?” I began. Pompey had brought me directly to her chambers—how could she have learned what had happened already?

“No matter, Sydelle. It will all work out.” The queen squeezed my hand, a slight smile on her face. “Now, I couldn’t help but notice that pretty little charm bracelet you have on. Where did you get it?”

“It was a—” Now that I knew the truth, the word was hard to get out. “It was a gift.”

“Oh, how delightful!” the queen clasped her hands together. “Someone had very good taste to give you that.”

“I’m sure you have much nicer things,” I said.

“May I try it on?” she asked. “I’m sure it’ll fit. I have delicate little wrists.”

My heart leapt to my throat, and my body felt heavy and frozen all at once. I shook my head.

“I can’t take it off,” I said lamely. “I’m very sorry. There’s no clasp.”

“No clasp?” she said. Her long hair fell over her shoulder and into her lap like a golden river. “However did you get it on, then?”

“It was put on using magic,” I said.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door to her chambers.

“If it was put on using magic, it can be taken off by magic,” the queen said. “Come in, Oliver!”

My mind raced with possibilities. With the bracelet off, I could find a way out of the castle; I wouldn’t be tied to North any longer.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Oliver asked. He crossed the room, eyeing me warily.

“Sydelle can’t get her bracelet off,” she said, flashing her big eyes at him. “You’ll take it off so I can try it on, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he said, favoring her with a confident smile.

I held out my wrist to him, looking away so I wouldn’t have to see the three blue stones and everything they had represented. It was just a piece of jewelry, nothing more.

Nothing more.

The moment he touched the chain, Oliver knew. Perhaps he sensed the magic woven into it, or maybe he could tell just by looking at my down-turned face. But he knew. I felt his fingers still against my skin.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” he said, pulling his hand away. “There’s no clasp.”

The queen let out an annoyed sigh. “Of course there’s no clasp. She just told me it was put on by magic. So take it off using magic.”

“Yes,” I said, through gritted teeth. “Take it off.”

“I really don’t think I should…,” he tried, catching my eye. For the first time, he was looking at me with something other than disdain. The mask he wore as the commander of the Guard was ripped away, and standing before me was nothing more than a horrified young man.

“Take it off, Oliver.” The queen came up to his side, sliding her small pale hand down the length of his arm.

I felt him stiffen, his fingers poised to pull the chain apart. He closed his eyes and let out a harsh breath. There was an audible snap as the chain fell away onto the floor. I half expected a blast of emotions or a frightful storm to suddenly erupt and consume us all, but all I felt was a deathly calm as my connection with North was cut.

“Thank you, Oliver,” Queen Eglantine said. Oliver had turned his face away, his eyes still closed as if he couldn’t bear to witness what he had just done. “You are excused. Send Pompey in on your way out. He should be waiting outside.”

Oliver’s head snapped back toward us, caught between her tense smile and the bracelet on the floor.

“What are you—?”

“Good-bye, Commander Swift,” the queen said.

He turned away from us, looking back at me urgently as he left the chamber. It wasn’t until we heard the door to her sitting room open and close that the young queen broke the silence.

“Now,” she said, stepping on the bracelet as if it wasn’t there. “You’ll have to confirm something for me. I’ve recently heard a very nasty little rumor.”

My body lost feeling entirely.

“Pompey mentioned to me that he overheard a conversation between the Sorceress Imperial and her son, and do you know what he told me? He told me that you have the ability to destroy a kingdom.”

“No!” I whispered in horror. “No, that’s not true—I would never—no, Your Majesty!”