had Glorianna not wanted me to hear that story, She would have warned me somehow. A sense of wrongness should have alerted me. But it had felt so good, so right, tucked under the covers, listening to Marinâs story. Knitting couldnât be blasphemous, could it?
âOh, yes.â Kir looked gravely concerned. âBe wary of those tempting you from Her path, Your Highness. Especially in these turbulent times.â
âOh?â
âYes. The dark forces rise up against Gloriannaâs champions. You have already been testedâfar beyond what any fair young damsel should be expected to bear. We grieve with you, Princess. The people of the Twelve Kingdoms feel your pain.â
My heart flooded with emotion to hear this. I wasnât alone. They shared this terrible time with me. It meant everything.
âThere are demons lurking among us, however,â Kir broke into my thoughts.
Inadvertently, my gaze flew to the White Monk. He did not raise his bowed head, but he cocked it, ever so slightly. As if he might be laughing at me. How dare he? I was a Princess of the Realm, daughter of the High King, and future Queen of Avonlidgh. Not to mention Gloriannaâs avatar upon this earth. He should be kissing the hem of my gown.
âPrincess Amelia, do you heed my words?â
âYes.â At least I thought so. Demons and lurking. Sharing my pain. Oh, Hugh.
âThey seek to divert you from your holy mission, Your Highness. By telling tales to distract you, so you wonât hear Gloriannaâs voice.â
My breakfast turned over in my stomach. Had I already failed as Gloriannaâs avatar by listening to Marinâs stories?
âAs your spiritual guide, I feel I must warn you. I cannot put it strongly enough, Princess Amelia. Whoever is whispering such tales in your ear is turning your mind and heart away from Glorianna and the purity of the path Sheâs laid out for you.â
I wished that Hugh were here. Iâd likely spend the rest of my lifeâhowever long that might beâwishing for that. Heâd know what to do. I chewed my lip against the rising sick. I should have put one of Marinâs mints in my pocket. Surely Marin was no demon, seeking to sway me from fulfilling Gloriannaâs plans for me?
âWho was it, Your Highness?â Kirâs voice dropped to an urgent whisper. âAt least give me a name, so I can investigate.â
My mind warred with my heart. I turned my eyes to Gloriannaâs rose window, this the greatest of the three, here in Her stronghold, the High Temple. Surely no harm would come to Marin, should I say so. If she had told me the story in all innocence, then all would be well. If sheâd spoken due to some demonic influence, then Kir would help her be free of it.
âMy midwife, Marin.â I said it quietly, so none other could overhear.
Kir relaxed and cast a reverent gaze to the heavens, murmuring the standard phrase thanking Glorianna for Her benevolent protection. Instead of echoing it, I found myself watching the White Monk. He wasnât praying, either, but stayed still, a snake coiled in the grass.
âShe told me the tale last night. She meant to comfort me.â
Kirâs nostrils fluttered, his lips pinched, and he made the sign of Glorianna over my belly. âGlorianna grant us peace,â he murmured. âI shall see to this, Your Highness. You did right to tell me.â
I wanted to feel I did right.
âHigh Priest Kir!â One of Uorsinâs valets approached with urgent footsteps. âThe High King calls for your attendance immediately. Your Highness,â he said to me, bowing belatedly, but the naked admiration in his gaze did much to bring up my spirits.
âOf course. At once!â Kir dashed outâwith priestly dignity, but with clear excitementâafter a flurry of excuses and promises.
I watched after him. He hadnât answered any of my questions. I
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