So you"ve lost your heart to the son of landed gentry? Well done. No need for a formal meeting for me. I approve your choice. Proceed with the wedding plans. I"ll be there. Now, call off the dogs!
Your little sister.
Ren turned the paper, knowing that there was no more, but feeling as if there should be. "Where is she? How does she know about Jerin? Why hasn"t she put any names on this? Why address it to you?"
"She sent it to me so only you and I would see it, instead of the whole palace staff. By the amount of the postage, I"d say she"s close by, though."
"And no names so if someone was to see it, they"d be none the wiser of who it was from and who it was for."
"Aye," Raven said.
Ren sighed, and then, as reality dawned on her, smiled. "She"s approved of Jerin! We can make an offer! She"s approved!"
Chapter 12.
Jerin"s face was starting to hurt from smiling so much, but he couldn"t stop.
I"m betrothed to Ren and Odelia and Lyua.
All was not perfect, of course.
Princess Trini stayed on the edges of his awareness, watching him, wary like a horse broken with a heavy hand and now distrustful. Princess Halley remained a complete unknown; no one seemed willing even to talk about her. All he knew about her was that she, like all her sisters, was red-haired and strong-willed.
Summer sulked because, with Jerin fetching the hoped-for four thousand crowns, the family would definitely split at Corelle. Cullen would be the older sisters" husband. Eldest and Corelle had already fought often over using futures on Doric to purchase a husband for the middle sisters. Worst of all, once Jerin"s brother"s price was in their hands, his sisters needed to buy Cullen and leave immediately; they had tickets for pa.s.sage upriver on a boat that left at noon.
Still, he couldn"t stop smiling.
It was decided to sign both contracts at the same time. Ren came in the morning, while he was still damp from his bath, for the prenuptial inspection. It was difficult to tell which of them was more embarra.s.sed-Ren, he, or Eldest. Despite her blush. Ren"s eyes glowed with an excitement that sent his heart racing and other parts of his body reacting.
"I"m satisfied." With a grin, Ren picked up his dressing gown and helped him into it. "Everything seems to be in good working order."
"But you knew that," Eldest said.
"I would not be so cavalier," Ren warned. "You have Cullen"s inspection yet, and you are more guilty of dalliance than I am."
Eldest faked innocence. "Oh, I was talking about the sperm test."
That only made Ren smile wider and Jerin blush more. Cullen"s report indicated that Jerin"s elder sisters could expect the normal number of boys from their new husband. The doctor hand-delivered Jerin"s report, fortunately hours later, just to see "the amazing specimen of male virility" herself. His sisters had been exceedingly smug about the report; one would think they had filled the small gla.s.s jar themselves. Cullen, thankfully, did not take it as a personal slight on himself.
Ren apparently already had all the originals noted on his birth certificate researched and double-checked, so this visual check for inbred deformities was the last formality.
Betrothals are for women; marriages are for G.o.ds. While solemn, there was no mistaking the betrothal for anything but what it was: a purchase. Ren handed over Jerin"s brother"s price in four small strongboxes, and signed the betrothal contract. Eldest Whistler counted through the boxes separately, verifying that each contained a thousand crowns, then countersigned the contract. Eldest took Jerin"s hand, led him to Ren"s side, and gave his hand over to the princess. Ren clasped his hand tight, taking ownership.
Then it was time for Cullen"s betrothal. The Moorlands received two of the four boxes. Eldest Whistler and Eldest Moorland signed as the heads of their families. Eldest Moorland gave Eldest Whistler Cullen"s hand.
It was done. Cullen"s wedding would be in a month at Heron Landing. Jerin"s royal marriage would need an additional two months to plan. Hopefully, Princess Halley would reappear in time for the wedding.
They had a betrothal lunch, and then, with lots of hugging and kissing, Cullen and the Whistlers said good-bye.
"Take good care of my little brother," Moorland said.
"We will," Whistler promised.
"These are the husbands" quarters." Ren said, unlocking the doors and pushing them open.
His new family stood around him, waiting for his reaction, and Jerin could only gasp. All previous splendor of the palace paled to this. His first impression was of vaulting ceilings, the flood of sunlight from a wall of windows across the room, the soft murmur of water, the smell of roses, a splash of cool green to his far left.
"Go on." Lylia slipped around to the front to tug his hand gently. "From the balcony you can see forever."
He entered the room, not sure where to look first, feeling doll-sized against the scale of the room. There was a fireplace he could stand inside. A ma.s.sive grand piano sat dwarfed in one corner. Settees and lounges that would have crowded any room in the Whistler home littered the room like chains of islands, surrounded by great expanses of polished marble and shoals of carpets.
"There"s a private rose garden with a fountain," Trini murmured from behind him.
"Over there is the bedroom!" Odelia pointed out double doors opened to expose another vast chamber and a huge bed on a raised dais.
"If there is anything you don"t like, we can have it changed," Ren stated, unlocking the door to the balcony. It was deceiving, that door. Wrought iron twisting and curling, painted white, backed by gla.s.s. It looked bright and open, but it could keep out an army.
The sunbaked balcony of dressed stone looked out over the cliffs-in essence, protected by the sheer drop. Below, the sprawling city, the glittering river, and then the green roll of fields went out as far as the eye could see. He stared out, feeling suddenly small and lost.
Ren sensed his distress, and touched his shoulder, concern in her eyes. He reached out for comfort and she came into his arms.
"I"m sorry," she whispered for his ears alone. "I know it"s confining after the freedom of your farm, but it"s to keep us all safe."
"When we were little," Odelia called, oblivious to his distress, skipping and hopping on the wide paving stone, "we ate breakfast with Papa out here, and then played hopscotch. This is the best place for hopscotch in the whole palace."
Jerin turned his back on the open sky and found the vast room transformed by the very presence of his new family. The Queen Mothers had followed them into the room, but stopped midway, taking up residence on the settees. His child brides darted about the room, exploring, laughing, and calling to one another. The huge room contained them comfortably, keeping them together without making them feel in each other"s way.
Ren gave him a sad smile, so he hugged her.
"Was this a good place when your father was alive?" Jerin asked.
"It was my favorite part of the palace."
"I"ll have to work on making it so again."
The husbands" quarters were very much a place of history. The rooms had been cleaned and aired, but layers and layers of the generations remained. A cabinet of board games. A jeweled collection of kaleidoscopes. A sewing stand filled with musty supplies. A knitting basket with a half-finished baby blanket. A collection of music boxes. Even the ma.s.sive wardrobes in the dressing room brimmed with clothes.
"After our husband was killed," Queen Mother Elder said with slight bitterness, "Keifer wanted some of his nicer clothes. Then, after the explosion, none of us could stand the thought of dealing with them. We should have removed them before today."
Jerin lifted down one floral dressing gown, the silk floating in his hands. "It seems a shame. They"re beautiful."
"Many of them have memories attached,"" Ren said, taking the gown from him. "Not all of them good."
Even the good ones, Jerin reflected, could be painful. "What will you do with them?"
"Sell them to a ragpicker," Odelia said.
"I"d rather see them burned," Ren said, "than to have strangers going over Papa"s things."
An idea occurred to Jerin, and he started to speak without thinking it through. "We could-" And then the thought reached its logical end. He was about to suggest sending the clothes to Cullen; his sisters could never provide such a rich wardrobe. Then he remembered the fate of the fine clothes the Queens had provided to his sisters; they were to be sold on the racks of his sisters" new store. He winced at the realization that his sisters would be equal to ragpickers.
"We could what?" Ren asked.
He considered saying, "Nothing," but in truth, he couldn"t be sure that his sisters would sell them at the store. "We could send them to Cullen. My sisters could never afford the type of clothes he is used to."
Odelia laughed. "Cullen is probably withholding s.e.xual services until he"s allowed to ride horses. These are barely clothes you could wear outside."
"You could make holiday shirts for the little ones out of these," Jerin pointed out. "Or curtains, or slipcovers for chairs."
Odelia and Lylia laughed.
Trini frowned at them. "Jerin"s right. It would be a horrible waste to burn them. There"s hundreds of crowns here in silk. The cost of one outfit probably could feed a poor family for a month."
More likely a year, but Jerin didn"t correct her. He smiled instead at the stray thought that one obscure corner of Queensland was going to be suddenly much more gaily dressed.
"We"ll pack them up and send them," Ren said.
"Really?" Jerin asked.
Ren touched his face softly. "For another smile like that last one, I"d send my clothes too."
He could do naught but kiss her. Odelia and Lylia then claimed their share of his affection, so it was quite a while before they moved on. The bed, dressed in goose down and layers of softest linen, proved to be able to hold them all at once-blushing husband, affectionate wives, and giggling child brides. The Queen Mothers looked on, smiling indulgently, while the youngest princesses romped innocently on the bed. Jerin wondered what the Queens were thinking. Did they recall a similar moment from their marriage on the same bed? Or were they remembering how these laughing girls were conceived between these sheets? Or were they looking forward to grandchildren yet to be born?
The dinner gong tumbled them out of the bed. The youngest claimed him first, all but dragging him away, until Trini rescued him. She freed him, shooed the girls on, then shyly took his hand.
"Betrothed."
The single word shot a bolt of happiness through him. He smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "Betrothed," he said.
He"s charmed Trini . Ren nearly cheered. She put a hand over her mouth to cover the huge grin on her face. Her mothers had noticed the exchange; Mother Elder waited to walk with her down to dinner. . Ren nearly cheered. She put a hand over her mouth to cover the huge grin on her face. Her mothers had noticed the exchange; Mother Elder waited to walk with her down to dinner.
"What do you say now?" Ren struggled not to be smug.
Mother Elder tilted her head, considering. "He"ll be good for this family. Eldest."
Eldest. The t.i.tle sobered Ren. There seemed to be something implied in the straightforward comment. "But?"
"The common people barely grasp how this family suffered since your father died; Keifer wreaked such damage, alive and dead. With Jerin"s background, perhaps it will be wise to educate them."
Let the tarnished truth be known . Ren nodded, feeling guilty for agreeing. It seemed a betrayal to let the world know how badly Eldest had chosen their first husband. Surely she had chosen more wisely than her older sister, or was she just as blinded by love? No, Mother Elder agreed that Jerin was a better man. But if Ren questioned her own judgment, then there could be no doubt that others would question it too. . Ren nodded, feeling guilty for agreeing. It seemed a betrayal to let the world know how badly Eldest had chosen their first husband. Surely she had chosen more wisely than her older sister, or was she just as blinded by love? No, Mother Elder agreed that Jerin was a better man. But if Ren questioned her own judgment, then there could be no doubt that others would question it too.
It would be a delicate path to walk.
Later that night, Ren realized that she had forgotten about the bolt-hole. She was so used to Raven handling security issues that the secret hiding s.p.a.ce and pa.s.sage out of the palace had slipped her mind. The husbands" quarters, however, were off-limits to the entire palace staff, Raven included. It was up to Ren, as Eldest wife, to make sure the pa.s.sage was clear, the doors worked, and that Jerin and her adult sisters knew all its finer points.
If by showing Jerin his secret escape route, she also received some late-night cuddling, then all the better. She stripped off her shirt, did a sketchy sponge bath, changed into a clean shirt, and tried for a casual stroll down the hall to the husbands" quarters. The door guard came to attention as she walked up, but kept their faces carefully emotionless as she nodded to them and rapped on the door.
The second rap got a "Who is it?" m.u.f.fled by the iron-reinforced door.
"It"s Rennsellaer, Jerin. Let me in."
With various clicks and clangs, the door was unlocked and Jerin cracked it open to peer at her, his eyes stunningly blue.
"Should you be here?" he asked.
"Yes." She slipped into the room and locked the door behind her.
"I need to show you the bolt-hole. I didn"t show you while the little ones were here this afternoon; they don"t know not to talk about such things. When they"re older, we"ll tell them."
He smiled shyly. "I like the sound of "we." "
So did she. He wore a sheer nightshirt, a deep blue that caught the color of his eyes, the silky fabric warm with his heat. After several minutes of bliss she managed to restrain herself and lead him to the dressing room.
"It"s in here so that both bedrooms have access to it," she explained.
"I didn"t notice the smaller bedroom this afternoon. It surprised me when I found it tonight. Was it Keifer"s room?"
"While Papa was alive. Keifer moved into the larger bedroom after Papa was killed."
She saw his curiosity and his reluctance to ask. Because it seemed unfair to keep him ignorant of what even the baby sisters knew, because his reluctance reflected his hesitancy to hurt her, because she loved him, she opened herself to the pain that talking about her father"s death always brought. "Papa was poisoned about six months before the explosion. It was a beautiful summer day, and we decided to take carriages out into the country for a picnic." Keifer decided, and they were already learning it was easier to give in than to fight with him. Easier. Deadlier. "Papa was barely thirty-five at the time. The five youngest were learning to walk, and he was so happy. Later than night, when Mother Elder came to him for services, he was vomiting, dizzy, and weak. Within minutes, he collapsed into a coma and died. They say he died of a.r.s.enic poisoning-but we don"t know what the poison had been in."
"I"m sorry," Jerin whispered, hugging her, wrapping her in his warm comfort.
She held him, finding peace within his arms. "At the time, we were so bitter about his death that we never thought how lucky we were that he was the only one killed. The explosion at the theater taught us to count the small blessings."
They stood for a while, hugged close. Finally, she resolutely set him aside. He had to know how to keep himself safe. She showed him how the dressing room doors bolted. The locks were simple bolts, but disguised within elaborate woodcarvings to hide the function of the room.
"Keep the doorways clear of clothing or chairs." She recalled the instructions her sister had given her six years ago when she was judged old enough to know the family secrets. "You might want to keep the smaller bedroom"s door bolted at all times. This is the bolt-hole"s door here, behind this wood paneling, so you want to keep this clear too." She showed him the catch hidden in the carved trim, and had him trigger it himself.
The door creaked open; the chamber beyond was musty from disuse. "The dressing room doors give you time to get here and shut this door after you. There"s a lamp here with a box of matches." She grimaced as the cobwebs on the lamp clung to her hand when she set the gla.s.s chimney aside. "Don"t waste time lighting them until you"ve got the door barred solid. There"s a light well here, so during the day you"ll see even with the door closed and locked."
He nodded, so solemn. Locks of hair were escaping his braid, spilling onto his face, and he brushed them back absently. Distracted by him, she dropped the matchbox after lighting the lamp.