He stood up and began to pace back and forth from the chair to the hearth, the firelight and shadows making his face look more gaunt than before.
“I have received news, grave news, that has upended everything. Even now, I can hardly fathom what it means. For me, for our family, for the kingdom . . .”
His voice faltered into silence, and I prompted, “News, Papa? Is it the Eidermans at the border? A rebel enclave?” I thought about the old stories I’d heard about the bloodthirsty traitors who had once plotted to overthrow my father and place their leader on the throne. I’d often imagined how I might respond when queen if such insurrection were to arise again.
“It—it is not recent news. It is something that happened long ago, but I was not aware of it.” Papa sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again and again, then he stopped pacing and faced me.
“Let me tell you a story, Pepper.” That was his pet name for me. “Fifteen years ago—that was when the Shrike was still in hiding.” I shivered at the rebel leader’s name. The plans he’d had for the kingdom, and especially my family, were common knowledge. Gruesome knowledge. “He was stronger than ever and had won over many to his side, even here in the palace. Not only servants but a few court officials as well.”
“The almoner, Baldric,” I whispered.
He flinched as if at a stab, and I felt guilty for mentioning the man who had been his friend. “Yes, he was one. When he was unmasked as a traitor, we also arrested several others whom we had trusted completely, including the nursemaid we had chosen to care for our first child. She was highly recommended by Trista’s own sister, so we had perfect faith in her.
“How could we know the Shrike had poisoned her mind just a few months before she came to us? He must have known she would be entrusted with the care of a royal child, and he targeted her with his terrible lies.”
I shivered and tried to imagine being held as a baby by that fiendish traitor. She probably had fangs hidden behind a sweet red smile.
“We discovered the nursemaid’s treachery when the Shrike was captured, and they were both imprisoned. She sickened soon after and died. He was tried and executed in short order. Until a few days ago, I thought that was the end of the matter—whatever he had been planning, we had stopped it. There was never any widespread violence, the rebels never stormed the castle. We thought the danger was past. But now . . .” He buried his face in his hands and I thought he might have sobbed—but that was impossible for my strong, brave father. Nothing but the greatest misery could drive him to tears.
He resumed his pacing and picked up the threads of the story. “Before we captured him, the Shrike had planned a terrible, daring deed. Something that would shame the crown, strike at my very heart, and be the start of the war he had been working so hard to begin.
“On the night the queen gave birth to our first child, the nursemaid was to steal the princess.”