Thorn Queen (Dark Swan, #2)(53)

When I didn't respond, the impact seemed to truly hit her.

"You can't...you can't do that! Do you know who I am? I'm a princess. I'm Storm King's daughter! My son is going to rule the worlds."

I shook my head. "No, you're a self-absorbed brat in serious need of discipline and counseling."

"You can't do that!"

"I can...or did you forget who I am? I'm the big sister who rules a kingdom and isn't going to let you jump all over this prophecy."

"You can't lock me up forever," she warned.

"She's right," a voice behind me said.

I turned and saw Ysabel hovering near the doorway. She didn't look terrified of me anymore, but she no longer bore that cocky arrogance. She looked cool and aloof.

"You can't lock her up forever," continued Ysabel. "You should kill her."

"What?" Both Jasmine and I spoke at the same time. Ysabel seemed perfectly blase about it all.

"She's your greatest rival to bearing Storm King's grandson. So long as she lives, she always will be an obstacle. The only way you'll be free and retain your power is if she's gone."

I started to protest that I didn't want to beat Jasmine to the prophecy. Then, I realized that part didn't matter. It was Jasmine's own desire for getting pregnant that was the problem, and Ysabel was right to a certain extent. As long as Jasmine was around, I wouldn't have any peace.

I slowly shook my head. "I'm not killing my own sister. But I am double-binding her. Somebody get another set of iron cuffs."

I saw a few guards flinch. Even with as little iron as the cuffs had, that was still more than most gentry could comfortably handle. Doubling it would stunt her magic even more, but that human blood was still going to give us trouble.

"I want her cell guarded at all times," I told Rurik. "With more than you usually would post. And make sure you've got guards that can actually use magic." Someone had returned with the second set of cuffs by then, causing Jasmine to start up a new round of shrieks and protests.

Rurik gave me a nod and then said in a low voice, "If I could speak to your majesty in private?"

I arched an eyebrow. Rurik always obeyed me but rarely bothered with formalities or respect, which didn't bother me. In public, though, he always used my titles, and I wondered what was on his mind. We stepped out of the room, past a disapproving Ysabel, and came to a halt a little ways down the hall.

"Keeping the girl locked and under guard might not be the best idea," he said.

I groaned. "Don't tell me you think I should kill her too."

He shrugged. "Dorian would tell you to. But if you insist on keeping her here, then get that demon of yours to guard her."

For a moment, I thought of the fire demons. Then, I realized he was using a more generalized term. "You mean Volusian?"

"I'm not saying they'd do it...." Rurik hesitated. "But I'm not saying they wouldn't either. A lot of those guards might be tempted by the thought of fathering the heir, and if she offered..."

"Good God. She's fifteen."

"Old enough. It didn't stop Aeson, and if she convinced one of the guards, her age wouldn't matter. I'm guessing your, uh, friend wouldn't be so easily swayed."

Volusian swayed by sex? Hardly. Particularly if he was under my commands.

"Fine. I'll summon him." Volusian would also stop any magic she could muster.

"You might also consider finding a potion master to create a tincture of nightshade."

"A what?"

"It's a drink that will inhibit her from using her magic."

"Isn't nightshade poisonous?"

"Not to shining ones. Not if mixed with the right ingredients. With her human blood, it will, ah, leave her a little...disoriented. But it won't kill her."

"I'm not going to keep her in a drugged stupor." I started to return to the room and then paused to give Rurik a canny look. "Why warn me? I remember a time when you wanted to father the heir. Why not take your own shot?"

"With her?" Rurik snorted. "I still wouldn't hesitate to beget Storm King's grandson-but she's not the one. The heir's mother should be a warrior, and unfortunately, that only leaves you."

"You're never getting near my bed, Rurik."

"Yes, I've deduced as much. But I would still support Storm King's grandson and would be nearly as happy for my lord the Oak King to father him."

"Dorian? That's the only other alternative as far as you're concerned?"

Rurik's expression seemed to wonder that there could be any question. "Who else?"

I shook my head and left him, off to order the imprisonment of my sister.

Before setting Volusian on permanent guard duty, I had one brief task for him. He wasn't very happy about it, not that that came as any real surprise.

"My mistress, as usual, is intent on furthering my eternal torment."

"I don't really see how watching a teenage girl is that bad-for you, anyway. It's going to be a lot harder on her."

"I am a being of considerable power. I cannot die. If you insist on enslaving me, you should use my abilities to bring nations to their knees." Volusian's red eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Instead, my mistress dispatches me to supervise children and deliver love notes."