Zafir stood on the ramparts looking out over Fuymuouth. Behind her, parts of Jehal's palace were burning. She stared out at the sea. There were Taiytakei ships out there. Hundreds of them. They'd simply appeared in the night, lurking out to sea, asking to be burned. She mulled the thought over, but whatever she might have wanted, there was little she could do. She'd gone to Evenspire with two hundred dragons. Now she had exactly one. Sometimes she wished she'd ignored Tichane. Ignored the blood-mage. Ignored the Night Watchman. Ignored herself. Sometimes she wished she'd ignored them all and believed that Jehal was hers and ridden her Onyx to Evenspire and died before she could know she was wrong.
Her fists were clenched so tight they were starting to hurt. With a few deep breaths she forced herself to relax. She couldn't say she hadn't seen it coming, but it made her want to scream.
A rider appeared at her side. He took her hand and touched it to his lips.
'I am sorry, Your Holiness. Queen Lystra is not here.'
She pulled her hand away. 'Then he took her with him, Prince Tichane. Yes, and now she's at the Adamantine Palace. She'll be sitting on my throne. My palace. My soldiers. My throne. My everything. They'll be fucking in my bed, if Jehal can still fuck at all.' She cracked a grim smile. At least that was one little thing she could savour, when she wasn't grinding her teeth.
'No,' whispered Prince Tichane. 'She went with his uncle. We will trap them both in the Pinnacles.' He was so close that she could feel his breath on her hair. There was no doubting what he wanted.
She stepped away, hiding a shiver of revulsion. 'I want him dead. I want her in chains at my feet. Let them quiver in their beds at night!'
'She will not escape. When my father has finished smashing King Narghon's eyries into little pieces, the south will be ours. And when he knows you didn't die at Evenspire, the Night Watchman will fall over himself to put the Viper in chains. It will all be ours in a stroke.' He moved beside her again and slipped a hand around her waist and across her belly, spreading his fingers wide, pressing himself against her. This time she leaned into him and purred. He was no Jehal, but he was every bit as easy to use. And Valmeyan did have a lot of dragons.
'I want that mongrel who's sitting on my throne in the Pinnacles dead. I want the rest of them hanging in cages where I can watch them die for days. I want a blood-mage so I can keep them alive for ever and wake up every morning to listen to their pain as I break my fast. Promise me.'
'I promise. You'll have your palace back and I will make you an empress. There will be no one to stop us.'
She smiled. 'No one.' Oh, Lystra, Lystra, if there's a cage for anyone… She put her hand over his and sighed.