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Magic is power, and power is magic... A new series from the New York Times best-selling author of the Blue Bloods and Witches of East End series, Melissa de la Cruz.Once they were inseparable, just two little girls playing games in a mighty castle. Now Princess Marie-Victoria, heir to the mightiest empire in the world, and Aelwyn Myrddyn, a bastard mage, face vastly different futures. Quiet and gentle, Marie has never lived up to the ambitions of her mother, Queen Eleanor the Second. With the help of her Merlin, Eleanor has maintained a stranglehold on the world's only source of magic. While the enchanters faithfully serve the crown, the sun will never set on the Franco-British Empire.As the annual London Season begins, the great and noble families across the globe flaunt their wealth and magic at parties, teas, and, of course, the lavish Bal du Drap d'Or, the Ball of the Gold Cloth.But the talk of the season is Ronan Astor, a social-climbing American with only her dazzling beauty to recommend her. Ronan is determined to make a good match to save her family's position. But when she falls for a handsome rogue on the voyage over, her lofty plans are imperiled by her desires. Meanwhile, Isabelle of Orleans, daughter of the displaced French royal family, finds herself cast aside by Leopold, heir to the Prussian crown, in favor of a political marriage to Marie-Victoria. Isabelle arrives in the city bent on reclaiming what is hers. But Marie doesn't even want Leopold-she has lost her heart to a boy the future queen would never be allowed to marry. When Marie comes to Aelwyn, desperate to escape a life without love, the girls form a perilous plan that endangers not only the entire kingdom but the fate of the monarchy.

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In 1429, the English army and its formidable magicians were led to victory by their Merlin, Emrys Myrddyn,

defeating Charles VI of France and his dark witch, Jeanne of Arkk. Henry VI was crowned King of England and France.

Since the ! fteenth century, the sun has never set on the Franco-British Empire. It is the most powerful in the world, with vast holdings in Asia, Africa, Australia, and particularly North America, its rich territories comprising sixty provinces.

Almost ! ve hundred years later, the one-hundred-and-! fty-year-old Queen Eleanor II is at the end of her reign. Her daughter Marie-Victoria, the Princess Dauphine, must marry and conceive an heir to carry on the line.

A marriage has been arranged between Marie-Victoria and Leopold VII, the Kronprinz of Prussia, the empire’s most

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dangerous enemy. Truce has been called after the Battle of Lamac, which ended the Franco-Prussian War.

The engagement will bring peace to the Continent, and will be announced and celebrated at London’s annual Bal du Drap d’Or, where eligible ladies are introduced to society and presented at court.

The season opens at the beginning of the twentieth century, during what will be known in history as the height of magic’s golden age.

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There are two of them, bent over their dolls. One is small and sickly; the other is strong and tall. Their

backs are turned to me, so that I can only see the delicate bones of their necks underneath their ponytails. The girls. While they play they are singing to each other, a song that the music master has taught them on the harpsichord.

Their singing stops. They have noticed my presence. The girls turn, and I can see their faces now.

One is pale and thin, her eyes a waterless blue, their color fading.

One is merry and bright, her eyes a vibrant hue, their color blinding.

After a moment they turn back to their play, ignoring me.

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Except now there is no more singing—only the darkness of the room as the curtains close against the light, and the dream fades.

Two girls.One beautiful and strong.One plain and powerless.Only one shall be queen...And the other shall serve her.But as I awake from sleep, I still do not know—Which one of them is my daughter? And which one is the traitor?

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A half unconscious Queen—But this time—Adequate—Erect,With Will to choose, or to reject,And I choose, just a Crown—

—emily dickinson

Who run the world? Girls!Who run this motha? Girls!

—beyoncé , “run the world (girls)”

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The streets of London were so much more crowded than she remembered. It was as if everything in

the city had multiplied. The buildings were taller and closer together, rows of red brick houses next to the new tall, skinny, cement ones with slate roofs; and there were so many people jostling on the sidewalk, elbow to elbow, shoulder against shoulder, a great army of pedestrians marching purposefully to who-knows-where. For a moment, she felt claustropho-bic and trapped; lost, adrift, and alone in a sea of humanity. Her senses were assaulted from every direction: smokestacks belching into the gray sky, newsboys yelling the headlines, the salty-tangy smell of fried 4 sh from the sidewalk vendors. It had only been four years since she’d left the city, but it felt like

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four decades, and Aelwyn Myrddyn stood in the middle of it all, clutching tightly the battered leather valise that contained all she had in the world. The bag was heavy with bottles of herbs, tonics, and potions from Avalon.

“All right, miss?” the driver asked, tipping his hat in her direction.

She hesitated for the briefest moment, feeling a pang in her heart. She thought of Viviane waving a solemn good-bye from the shore, her golden hair shining through the mist. For a moment, Aelwyn wondered if she had made the right deci-sion in returning to the city of her childhood. When Aelwyn had turned sixteen, Viviane had told her that it was time to determine her fate. Magic users had two options when they came of age: to join the invisible orders, or to choose exile in Avalon.

“Miss?” the driver asked again.“Yes, quite all right,” she said, thinking of the letter in her

pocket from her father. She squared her shoulders and nod-ded. The driver‘s orders were to take her to the palace directly, but she had persuaded him to stop a few blocks away. She wanted some time to walk by herself, to see the city up close, before she disappeared behind the black iron gates of St. James Palace. Aelwyn watched as the driver whistled and shook the reins, which were connected to an empty harness hanging in the air. The black horseless carriage rolled away slowly down the street and disappeared all at once with a thunderclap and

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a cloud of white smoke. Viviane’s hansoms were a rare sight in the city, and so a few pedestrians blinked in surprise; but most hardly missed a step, and were more concerned with getting out of the way of the newfangled automobiles that were clog-ging the narrow roads.

“Need a hand?” asked a nearby gent, his eyes lingering over the curve of her form underneath the cloak. “That bag looks heavy, lass.”

She shook her head and pulled the cowl over her mass of auburn curls. The ability to command male attention was its own kind of magic, but one that could back4 re on a girl if she wasn’t careful. Aelwyn had learned caution during her time away from home, and not to waste her charms on unworthy candidates. The nubby fabric of her wrap was cozy and com-forting; the cloth was handspun, and reminded her of the island and the simple pleasures of life there. She had given them up to return to this metropolis.

As a child, she had not been allowed out of the palace very often; but, after the 4 rst few moments of terror and dis-orientation, she had navigated her way easily, using the tall tower spires of the castle as a guide and beacon through the crowded streets. Now, everywhere she looked, there were ban-ners hanging from balconies, and storefronts were 5 ying the red-and-blue 5 ags of the empire. They were remnants of last week’s victory celebration for the soldiers and magicians, who were 4 nally home from the long war against the Prussian

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kingdom—although “victory” was a bit of a misnomer. The smaller nation had wrestled the mighty empire to a bit of a truce, a stando6 . But in any event, the war was over—and that was indeed something to celebrate.

She walked along the mall, a broad boulevard lined with 5 owering trees, pretty shops, and gardens, stopping once in a while to peek into dusty book emporiums and bakeries with Cornish pasties in the windows. This is what she wanted—to live in the moment, to live in London again, to matter. She had cherished her experience in Avalon, but couldn’t imagine living there for the rest of her life as a person out of time, living in an endless present. Alone and apart from the world, she would have watched the ages going by through her aunt’s crystal glass. Avalon, for all its glories and beauty, was not enough. She was her father’s daughter, after all.

During her exile she had yearned for the city, like a miss-ing limb. She wanted to experience all it had to o6 er: live in the great palace, participate in the hectic preparations for the coming season, and dance at the Bal du Drap d’Or, the Ball of the Gold Cloth—an annual gala to commemorate the uni4 ca-tion of the two kingdoms and the foundation of the empire. She wanted to see the queen again. Emrys’s magic might be the shield of the realm, but Eleanor was its center, its great beating heart.

Aelwyn took a shortcut down an alley that led directly to the royal mews, heading toward the side and back entrances

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for sta6 , ministers, and courtiers. The elaborate and heavily guarded front gates and reception halls were reserved for hon-ored guests only. Here she slowed down her pace, nervous about seeing her father again. Four years ago, he had sent her away as if she had been nothing to him; as if she’d been just a girl from the kitchens, and not his only daughter. She knew she had done something wrong by losing control of her powers and starting a 4 re, and she understood expulsion was the only punishment the court would accept for the threat and harm done. But because Emrys never once wrote her while she was away, never once indicated that she was forgiven, Aelwyn had taken her banishment to heart.

In his letter, Emrys had invited her back to the palace, but she was still apprehensive about their reunion. When she was a child, she had sobbed bitterly at their parting; and while she was almost grown-up now, as well as Avalon-trained, think-ing about him made her feel like that sad little girl once more. She wasn’t that much di6 erent, really, from the group of street kids—grubby little urchins with dirty faces—that had just emerged from the back of a fry shop into the alley. “Want some?” one of them asked with a grin, holding out mushy peas wrapped in greasy newsprint. She shook her head with a smile, and he shrugged, turning back to his meal and acciden-tally bumping her shoulder.

“Oh, excuse me!” she said, dropping her bag. But when she leaned over to pick it up, it was no longer there.

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It was gone. She stood there, staring at the ground, and realized she

had been had. That bump had been no accident. She looked up to see the little thief running away with it, his food scat-tered behind him. “STOP!” she cried, horri4 ed. “STOP, boy!” But he paid no attention to her, darting into the busy streets, weaving quickly through the crowd, and was soon lost in a sea of dark coats, hats, and parasols.

Her precious stones, tonics, and herbs. Viviane’s crystal glass: her treasured inheritance from Avalon. Aelwyn pushed up her sleeves, hiked up her skirts, and ran after the little criminal, pushing gentlemen to the side and stepping on ladies’ toes. Her face 5 ushed with anger and embarrassment. Had she looked that much like a rube? Like such an easy mark? It shamed her to think she had been robbed the minute she set foot in London. Her aunt had cautioned her, had ordered the driver to see her safely into the palace, and Aelwyn had only her stubbornness to blame.

She saw the boy ahead of her—he was about to turn the corner—and once he did, she knew he would be lost, her valuables gone forever if she did not act. There was no other recourse. She had to do it. The boy had given her no choice.

She stopped running and forced her heartbeat to slow, her breath to steady. She closed her eyes and focused. She had seen him for the briefest moment when he’d o6 ered her a bite. She touched the stone she wore around her neck—obsidian,

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deep as midnight—and called up his face in her memory.His grubby little face; the face of a young street beggar,

a naughty little boy with shifty cold blue eyes; an operative of a local syndicate, working for a Fagin who was sure to be lurking somewhere, taking whatever he stole and stringing him along with a pittance. She concentrated and called up her memory of his eyes, and looked through them into his soul.

Aelwyn would not have been able to do this to just anybody, but the boy was young and poor, untrained and uneducated. Children from good families were taught how to protect one’s soul from a mage. But the little thief had not had the privilege of learning how to hide his soul from the world, to disguise its nature; and so she had been able to see into his very essence, into the spirit that made him who he was. As she looked into that deep abyss, a calm settled upon her.

The name of his soul came to her mind in a whisper.Bradai, she called. To me.She opened her eyes. Just as she had commanded, a thin

gray column of smoke, shimmering in the afternoon light, came streaking toward her. She reached out and caught it with her 4 st. It was small and cold and shivering. His soul.

No one noticed the little boy frozen in his tracks in the shadows, his mouth agape, his foot hovering above the side-walk in midstep, a large ladies’ valise hanging o6 his arm. Aelwyn took her time as she walked toward him, holding his soul in the palm of her hand. She looked right into his eyes,

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which were blank now; dead. He did not know what had hap-pened to him; did not understand what had taken hold of his very essence and frozen him into place.

She plucked her bag from him and slapped him, hard, on the cheek. His soul trembled in her grasp, wriggling— gasping for air, for breath—for release. Aelwyn sighed. He hadn’t deserved this. It was wrenching to perform an extraction on so small a child. He was only a little boy, a desperate, hungry street urchin, and his gang leader probably wouldn’t have even known what to do with the treasures he carried. Most likely he would have tossed the jars of tonics and herbs into the gar-bage, broken the crystal glass, and sold the stones for a tenth of what they were worth. She turned away. When she was a few blocks safely past, she released her grasp on him and let his soul back into his body.

St. James Palace, the home of the sovereign, was a monolith: heavy, brown, and solid. It lacked the symmetry of Parliament and the Crown’s other great structures, as its twin towers were located o6 to one side, their octagonal turrets standing like two sentries at the ready. The red-and-blue Franco- British 5 ag 5 ew proudly from the roof and whipped in the air. Above, the sky was gray, as it always was; the clouds stirred and streaked across the horizon, but never parted to reveal the sun. Perhaps the great palace would look less dour if the sun ever shone on it, but it rarely did. The gray of London made

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the castle look darker, more ominous. Aelwyn felt increas-ingly small and insigni4 cant as she got closer to it. St. James was the seat of the queen, and had been home to centuries of British and Franco-British rulers. Its architecture spoke of unquestioned power, of a strength that had stood for centu-ries without interruption—of a power that would never bend, never compromise.

Her father was in his study, she was told by his unsmiling secretary. It was the same dour old woman who had ushered her out of the castle four years before. The chamber was tall and narrow; like the castle itself, the proportions of the room were designed to intimidate anyone who entered. Slender pilasters dressed the walls, their thin golden lines interspersed with panels of rich red cloth. In the early morning light, the cloth reminded her of blood. A brazier of candles made the darkness of the room even more intense, more foreboding. Her father’s desk occupied a faint patch of light below the 5 icker-ing candles. The mighty table could seat a dozen men, and the desk nearly dwarfed the man sitting at its head. A globe decorated one side of the tabletop; it spun slowly, apparently of its own accord, and she guessed it was her father’s magic that made it spin. Indeed, it was the power of the Merlin that made all things turn. Behind the desk hung a loosely knit tap-estry embroidered with a map of the empire. The map’s size, its age, its glorious detail, all said one thing to anyone who braved a visit to the 4 rst magician of the realm: Our empire is vast, our power unquestioned; our rule will stand forever.

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She had not seen him in a decade, but Emrys Myrddyn looked exactly the same, with his stern countenance and trim white hair and beard. He was dressed in a beautifully tailored morning suit, his gold cu6 links catching the light. “Ah, there you are,” he said, looking up from his paperwork with a dis-tracted smile, as if she had just disappeared for a moment and not been sent away for four years.

“Hello, Father,” she said politely.“Have a seat,” he said, motioning to the chair in front of

his desk. “How was your journey? Are you hungry?”She shrugged. “I’ll get something from Cook later.”Emrys took an apple from behind his desk, peeled it, cored

it, and cut it into fourths. She was touched by the gesture. He’d remembered that as a child she had always preferred her fruit this way: peeled, prepared, cleaned of skin and pits and stones, which was the way the princess’s fruit was always served. When she was a child in this castle, she had insisted that everything she had be exactly like the princess’s. She had never settled for less than what Marie received.

She accepted the plate gratefully and took a bite from one piece.

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“How is my sister?” Emrys asked.“Viviane is well. She sends her regards.”Emrys snorted. Aelwyn knew that Viviane believed

Emrys had sold out the enchanters of the world by making them servants to the throne. “Your father is nothing but a

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glori4 ed civil servant,” the Lady of the Lake liked to grouse. Viviane had chosen exile over subservience. “I will not bow to some lesser creature,” she’d told her niece, and made it clear what she thought of Aelwyn’s decision to return to the palace. “What is outside this mist that calls to you so? There we are but chattel, performing monkeys. Let them 4 nd someone else to create their 4 reworks and call for rain.”

“Is my sister as stubborn as ever?” Emrys asked in a bemused tone.

Aelwyn smiled. Other than inquiring about Viviane, her father did not mention Aelwyn’s long absence or its cause; he did not ask about her health or her happiness. Then again, Emrys had never been particularly a6 ectionate. Her father was the nearly thousand-year-old wizard who had advised Artucus, the 4 rst King of England, and all his heirs— including Henry VI, for whom Emrys had brought the kingdoms of England and France together to create the foundation of the empire.

Emrys settled back into his chair and drummed his 4 n-gers on his desk. “I had to convince the Order to take you in; you know they aren’t very fond of Viviane, and were wary of her in5 uence upon you. I had to assure them of your obedi-ence. Do not fail me.”

“My will is to serve,” she said, showing him she had already learned the vows of her future station.

He nodded, pleased. “Run into any trouble on your

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journey?” he asked, taking a pipe out of his pocket and light-ing it.

“No, Father,” she said with a shrug, 4 ddling with the obsidian stone on her chain. She thought of the little thief, and how she’d held his soul in her hands. “None at all.”

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The prettiest room in the castle was built like a jewel box: all pink, white and gold, with gilt molding,

pink damask wallpaper, fat cherub murals painted on the ceil-ing, and a crystal chandelier above the bed. It was a room 4 t for a sleeping princess. Except the princess, Marie-Victoria, was only pretending to be asleep. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing even as her ladies-in-waiting gathered around the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. Marie won-dered how long they had been standing there—since dawn? Or for only a few minutes? She never knew; only that they were always there when she woke up. There was an audience for everything she did, even the most mundane of activities, from rising to dining to strolling in the gardens. The practice had been handed down from the French side of their family,

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and even though the court was in London they kept to the French ways.

She supposed she should get up soon. She could sense that her ladies were getting impatient; she could hear them cough-ing and murmuring to each other. But she also knew what was awaiting her that day, and so she wanted to stay in her soft warm bed for as long as possible. One of her ladies—Evangeline, most likely, the highest-ranking one—cleared her throat loudly, and Marie decided it was time to put everyone out of their misery.

“Good morning,” she said, pulling open the bed curtains and yawning.

“Good morning, Princess,” her ladies chorused as they curtsied.

“No breakfast today?” she asked, noticing that no one had set the little table at the edge of the room by the windows.

“No, my lady. You have been asked to join the queen this morning.”

Marie sighed. It meant that the rumors were true, then—her mother had plans for her. The formal request to join her at breakfast in front of the whole court meant that Marie would discover what those plans were, along with everyone else, in public—with no opportunity to talk about it in private before-hand. Which could only mean that her mother did not want to take any chances, and that any objections Marie might have to her designs would not be taken into account. She began to

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cough violently into her handkerchief, staining the white linen with blood and scaring her ladies.

“I am all right,” Marie said when the coughing subsided, and the ladies helped her dress. Paulette, the Lady of the Robes, decided on the crimson silk.

“Better for your coloring,” she smiled, as she helped Marie pull the gown over her head. “There, you see? You carry it well—you can hardly tell you are sick.”

“Paulette! Watch your tongue!” Evangeline reprimanded.“Oh! Forgive me, my Princess,” Paulette said fearfully,

with a bow. “It is all right, Paulie, dear,” Marie said gently, taking

a long wheezing breath. “It is not a secret.” As a child, she had su6 ered from every childhood ailment, from infection to the pox. She had been slow to speak and slow to walk; for a long time, it was assumed she was slow in every capacity, and arrangements had quietly been made for transfer to an institution in Geneva—until she surprised her governesses by speaking in complete paragraphs at the age of four, and discussing logic with her tutors by age seven. She had worn braces on her legs to straighten the tibias, a helmet on her head to round out her skull, and a contraption on her back to make her sit up straight. For most of her life she had felt more like part of a machine than a girl, harnessed and strapped and attached to a variety of painful apparatuses to improve her looks and posture.

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Marie scrutinized herself in the mirror. She was seventeen now, no longer shackled by contraptions or sitting in a wheel-chair. But a few years ago she had caught the wasting plague, a rare and debilitating illness of the tubercular variety, which caused blood in the lungs, shortness of breath, and weakness in the constitution. It had turned her pale coloring almost translucent. She had thin brown hair, a high forehead, a nar-row nose, and intelligent gray eyes. The dress did give her a little bit more color, even as she despaired of ever looking pretty. It took almost an hour for the ladies to get her properly out4 tted—to hook every eye in her corset and tie every bow on her skirt, to plait her hair and arrange it artfully around the nape of her neck.

When they were 4 nally satis4 ed with her appearance they led her to the queen’s bedroom, where two hundred court-iers were already gathered behind the railing that separated the private from the public space of the room. The assembled were the great and the good of the realm: the noble ladies and lords, dukes and earls, ministers and o7 cials, high-ranking enchanters; even the Merlin was there for a change, look-ing impatient as he scanned his pocket watch. She had heard Aelwyn was supposed to return to the palace that day, and wondered when her friend would come to see her. Emrys nod-ded a greeting, and Marie shuddered inwardly; she had been uneasy in his presence ever since the day of the 4 re. He had stormed into the burning room and cast a spell to put out the

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blaze, his face full of wrath and anger. Emrys was a sorcerer, a wizard, a master of the dark arts. Like many of the queen’s subjects who did not understand magic or its workings, Marie was afraid of the man who wielded it.

The queen’s bed was a grand four-poster draped with the most luxurious of velvets, embroidered with the white 5 eur-de-lis of France and the white roses of England. Marie held her breath as a gnarled hand reached and pulled the curtains away. The queen appeared in her nightdress: a small old woman, stooped, hunchbacked, balding at the top. She was neither stately nor regal, but when she appeared all two hun-dred members of the court bowed low. Marie kept her head bent and tried not to cough. She snuck a peek as her mother walked behind the dressing panels, where her ladies-in- waiting helped her into her morning robe and breakfastcap.

The court kept their bows in place until the queen spoke.“Good morning,” she said, addressing them at last. Her

voice had a majestic timbre, powerful and authoritative. It was a voice that made proclamations, turned commoners into lords, and sentenced enemies to death.

The crowd chorused a hearty “Good morning, Your Majesty!”

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Marie-Victoria Grace Eleanor Aquitaine, Dauphine of Viennois, Princess of Wales,” said the herald, announcing Marie’s presence.

“Marie, my child, will you join me for breakfast?” Eleanor

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said, looking pleased and surprised, as if she had not orches-trated her daughter’s appearance herself.

Marie took a seat across from her mother at the gold-and-white table in front of the railing, which was set with an exquisite breakfast. It was a command performance; the entire court hung on their every word and scrutinized their every action. Her hand was shaking a little as she accepted a cup of tea, but it was not from being on stage. No, the fear was always there; underneath the love and obedience, thrumming like a barely heard note, there was a cold panic in her bones whenever she was near this strange creature, this ancient mother of hers. Her eyes watered and her throat itched. Marie chastised herself for her cowardice, but she could not help herself. She had always felt mute and powerless and distant in her mother’s presence. She glanced at the queen’s wizened face, lined with wrinkles as heavy and deep as the folds in the curtains behind her. Queen Eleanor was over one hundred and 4 fty years old.

Growing up, Marie had noticed that the other children who lived in the palace had mothers whose faces were creamy and soft to the touch. Who is this old crone? she’d wondered when the queen visited the nursery. She could still recall the shock and dismay she’d felt when she understood that her mother was not Jenny Wallace, the pretty, apple-cheeked nurse who held her in her arms, but the imposing old woman in jewels and furs who appraised her with a grimace.

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Mother and daughter sat across from each other. The queen was dressed in her plain morning robe, which even in its simplicity spoke of power and ease and position. The bro-cade and embroidery were so 4 ne as to be almost invisible; the fabric was smooth to the touch, weightless on her frail shoulders.

“I am so glad you have joined me today, my dear, as I have a wonderful surprise for you. The Prussian court will be our honored guests at this year’s Bal du Drap d’Or.”

“The Prussians?” Marie asked. Just a few weeks ago the empire had been determined to crush the tiny obstinate nation, until the smaller kingdom had revealed its trump card.

“You remember dear Leopold, don’t you? The Kronprinz? Such a handsome boy,” Eleanor said, attacking her breakfast with an uncharacteristic ferocity.

Marie felt the blood slowly drain from her face. She was right to fear this day. Her mother meant to marry her o6 to Leopold VII of Prussia to secure a lasting peace between the two nations. Marie glanced at the Merlin. Emrys’s face was impassive, but she knew he had to be behind this. A truce; a marriage; an alliance that would turn a deadly rival into a close friend once again.

The Prussians had once been allies. The royal families of Europe shared common ancestry, and Marie had grown up knowing Leopold. She even counted his younger brother

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as one of her closest childhood friends. But the relationship between the nations had slowly deteriorated until it reached full-blown hostility, and the Prussians had gone to war with the empire over the Alsace-Lorraine border for several years, with countless fatalities on both sides. The courage and resistance of the much smaller country was impressive, just like the power at their command—one of the last Pandora’s Boxes left in the world, which they had put to awesome use at the Battle of Lamac. The victory they’d won had led to the empire’s retreat.

Marie heard that the Merlin had been stupe4 ed and Eleanor incensed at this remarkable and astonishing turn of events. For centuries, the empire had maintained a stranglehold over the world’s only source of magic after defeating Jeanne of Arkk and her dark witches 4 ve hundred years before. How the Prussians had gotten hold of a weapon of such magnitude was unclear, but they had used it to their advantage, and this proposed marriage would be their reward.

She knew from the way the Merlin ignored her and her mother chastised her that they considered her too weak, mild, and sickly ever to become an e6 ective ruler, and the most they could hope for was to marry her o6 to one. She sup-posed that with this peace treaty they were forced to accept Leopold, but she couldn’t help but think that they must be relieved as well. Leopold VII was one of the most eligible of the royal sons of Europe: tall, broad-shouldered, classically

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handsome, with bright blue eyes the color of the Danube and a halo of golden curls upon his brow. More than that, he was supposed to have grown up a real gentleman; he was said to be well-read, smart, diligent, and hard-working—instead of the usual lazy Lothario. From his performance at the battle, it was clear he was a real leader, a hero brave and true, who had the love and respect of his subjects. Not that it mattered when it came to her happiness. She remembered him as a sly little boy, one who had little interest in other people, other than as his admirers. He would not care for her as a person, nor should she expect him to. Romantic love did not factor into royal matrimony; the most one could hope for was civility. He was marrying her for the empire, for the crown she could place upon his head; for the chance to be king.

She had known this day would come, but it was still a shock that it had arrived so soon. She knew she had no choice when it came to her own marriage, and that love was the least of considerations when a princess chose a mate—or, more to the point, when a mate was chosen for her. Even though she had been preparing for it all her life, it was still unexpected when it 4 nally arrived. She thought brie5 y of a person she would choose if she were allowed to, but it was too painful to even think of him. Gill Cameron had left her service for months now, and it didn’t appear he would be back anytime soon. Besides, there was no possibility of the queen and the Merlin ever approving that union.

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Her mother tapped her spoon against her cup, to show she was still waiting for an answer.

“Yes, I do remember Leo,” Marie said 4 nally. “But he is engaged, isn’t he?”

There was a titter from the assembled courtiers, which the queen silenced with a frown. “Is he?” Eleanor asked pointedly.

“To Isabelle—you must remember—the pretty little French girl,” Marie insisted. House Valois was not welcome at court, but like many, she had heard that sixteen-year-old Lady Isabelle of Orleans was very beautiful indeed, blessed with dark eyes like limpid pools in a small, heart-shaped face. Uncommonly breathtaking and lovely: everything Marie was not. Marie knew she was displeasing her mother by bringing up Leo’s engagement, but she couldn’t help it. What was the use of power and privilege if one could not be happy in life? She missed Gill and wished with all of her heart that she could see him again. If she could, she would tell him exactly how she felt about him this time. She did not want to think about a future with Leopold.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “I am quite certain he is unat-tached. And if not, he will soon be.”

Marie nodded. This was not just her mother’s will, but the Merlin’s. The peace of the empire depended on her taking the Prussian prince as her bridegroom. The sooner she accepted her fate, the easier her life would be.

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“In any event, he is to be our guest. I trust you will help make his stay with us more pleasant.”

“Of course, Mother.” Marie wondered what her father had been like—if her parents had loved each other as history claimed. The great love story of Queen Eleanor and Prince Francis. Or was that another lie? Marie had seen portraits of her mother as a girl. Eleanor had been so beautiful once, with her crown of red hair and dazzling green eyes. They called her English rose with the French charm. Once in a while, she saw glimpses of that 4 erce, gorgeous girl in the old lady sitting before her—like today, for instance, as her mother planned her daughter’s betrothal, her bright eyes 5 ashing.

“I am sure he will be quite taken by you,” Eleanor said, her voice brimming with con4 dence as she slathered butter on her toast. It was clear that as far as the queen was concerned, the courtship, proposal, and wedding were as good as done. “If all goes well, perhaps you will be wed by the end of the season.”

It was late March, and the season ended in June, just a few months from now. A royal wedding was just the thing to distract the populace from the costly failure of the long-fought Prussian campaign. The public loved a royal wedding; there would be tea towels with their faces on them before the year was out. At least Leo had a handsome pro4 le. “You will adore him,” Eleanor said in that voice of hers that brooked no argument.

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“Yes, of course, Mother,” she replied automatically, and was seized by a hacking 4 t that left her red and breathless.

Eleanor was instantly alarmed. “Have you taken your tonic?” the queen demanded.

When she was able to speak, Marie nodded. She had taken the latest tonic, but there was nothing that could be done; no amount of spell-casting or potion-making could ease her a9 iction. The wasting plague was a disease even the healers from the sisterhood could not cure. Marie had heard the sisters murmur that it was her mother’s advanced age that had caused Marie’s many ailments, as Eleanor had been over a century in age when she carried her to term. The pregnancy had been an alchemy of creation, made from the preserved seed of Eleanor’s long-mourned and long-dead husband when the queen had decided that, at last, she was ready to bear a child. Even so, the wasting plague was a virulent disease, and one that a9 icted perfectly healthy people out of the blue.

“Emrys assured me this one would provide the miracle we have been hoping for. He had the herbs brought from the East; the viceroy himself sent it from the mountains of the Himalayas,” the queen said, exchanging a sharp look with herenchanter.

“Yes, Mama,” Marie rasped, her chest heaving and her eyes tearing as her mother grew more and more upset.

“You must rest, dearest,” her mother said, rising from her seat to kiss Marie’s forehead. With papery lips against her skin, Marie tried not to shudder.

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Marie nodded, still coughing blood, and stood from her chair. She waded through the rows of bowed courtiers, letting her ladies lead her back to her room so she could lie down.

It was an odd thing, her cough; as soon as she left her mother’s presence it abated, and she almost felt 4 ne.

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.3.New York


The Astor manor in Washington Square had once been the grandest house in the city. It was built

in the French Gothic style with a touch of Beaux-Arts 5 air, three-and-a-half stories high, with an imposing limestone façade. But the corners of its cornice were crumbling. A few slate tiles were missing from the roof, so that copper 5 ashings left long streaks of gray-green oxide collecting in the cracks. In a drawing room on the 4 rst 5 oor, the formerly vibrant Renaissance-style space with a scene from the Trojan War painted on the ceiling was empty, save for a lone ebony desk, at which the daughter of the house was currently bent over her studies.

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Ronan Elizabeth Astor grimaced at the book in front of her. The reproduction was badly faded, splotchy, and gray, so

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that it was di7 cult to make out the face of the boy in the pic-ture. He was either a9 icted with a bulbous nose and tragically triple-chinned, or it was an unfortunate angle and even worse lighting. She decided it was likely the former, as a handsome suitor’s features would be discernible even in an abysmal pho-tograph. As far as she was concerned, he was a dog just like the rest of them—all these princes and barons, aristocrats and lords, dukes and archdukes, and more counts than she could count. Total bow-wow, she thought with a naughty smirk. A collar would have been more appropriate than that ghastly ascot he wore. Her governess glared at her and rapped on the print with her 4 nger. “Pay attention!”

“One would assume that Viscount Stewart would have been able to a6 ord a better court photographer,” she 4 nally said in a bored voice. Ronan was tired of all this. For weeks, her governess had been showing her various portraits of titled, single male aristocrats from Debrett’s International—that august and authoritative guide to the landed, titled, and moneyed in the empire—and quizzing her on their names, positions and hobbies. It was a special edition, with lavish full-color spreads of their country estates, not the usual roll-call listing of names and titles. And therefore, it was much more helpful for a striving American outsider. All morning, Ronan had dutifully parroted back the correct responses until she knew their names, titles, and interests better than her own.

This was to be her 4 rst London Season: a special privilege, as not many from across the sea were invited to court every

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year. Ronan had merited an invitation through a patron—an old friend of the family, one Lady Constance Grosvernor, who was a favorite of the queen. There were plenty of silly American girls who would jump at the chance to marry one of these fools, but Ronan was not one of them. At sixteen she had a restless, impatient quality that set her apart. It was the best and worst thing about her, depending on whom you asked.

“I believe the correct answer is Peregrine Randolph, Lord Stewart, as that is the proper ‘courtesy title’ of the eldest son of the Marquess of Hillshire,” Vera Bradford admonished. Her nanny was very particular about such details, and Ronan’s mother had chosen her precisely because Vera had served at several great houses abroad, and knew the names and habits of the important characters intimately. Too intimately, the rumors had it—but then, there were always rumors of lordlings and their pretty young governesses. If one believed all the rumors, then one believed that Vera’s son would have been the rightful heir of Salisbury, if not for the absence of a silly little thing like a marriage ceremony. Noble and royal bastards: the world was full of them, babies like strays with Devonshire noses and Aquitaine eyes.

Ronan wrinkled her own nose at the sight of the pudgy, squash-nosed boy in the picture. Peregrine Randolph, Lord Stewart was a handsome name wasted upon someone who was decidedly not. It was grossly unfair to think that she would be the one who would count herself lucky if he took a liking

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to her, and not the other way around. But as the heiress to a bankrupt house, with little access to the power of magic, such was her lot in life.

“Lord Stewart,” she said in a 5 at voice. “Hobbies: archery, still life, and discussing Plato.” More importantly, the Hillshire riches included a vast collection of rare and valuable amulets forged by the brotherhood of Merlin. They were said to bring the bearer good life, good fortune, and good luck—though obviously not good looks. She smiled, and supposed that was where she came into the picture.

The next photograph 4 lled the whole page, which boded well for the wealth of the family of the aristocrat in ques-tion. This one was slightly cross-eyed and buck-toothed, but what did it matter if his family had a powerful enchanter at their disposal? Especially one who could make lands fertile and farms pro4 table. “Marcus Deveraux,” she said. “Or, as you prefer to call him, Charles Arthur Marcus Deveraux, Viscount Lisle. Hobbies include falconry, piano, and romantic poetry.” So pretentious. She bet he only knew that one line from Byron, the one everyone knew, about walking in beauty.

She 5 icked her eyes at the next titled lord in question, a grainy photograph of a dark-haired boy with a prominent nose and chin. “Archie Fairfax,” she said. At a sharp glance from Vera, she relented and recited his real name. “The Honorable Archibald Fairfax. He prefers champagne, music halls, and noise.” Finally, an honest answer, she thought.

Ronan sighed. They were all the same, these inbred,

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weak-chinned boys. They had too much money and time but too little to do, even as they professed a proclivity toward an athletic endeavor, supposedly cultivated an interest in some form of art, or followed the teachings of a great phi-losopher. Truth be told, it was common knowledge that boys from privileged backgrounds mostly favored cards, girls, and drink. Their only advantage came from their families’ magical holdings.

Unlike her own father, who wasted his time on such wrong-headed pursuits as “technology” and “progress” and who would have been dubbed “Empty Pockets Astor” in the papers if anyone knew the truth of their situation. Thankfully, her mother was good at keeping up appearances. No one in New York knew how badly o6 they were.

Perhaps she was just bitter. The Astors held one of the oldest and most important positions in the Americas; they were deeply loyal to House Aquitaine, and had been well- rewarded for it. If only her father had managed to hang on to more of his inheritance, instead of squandering it all away on frivolities— investing in such notions as railroads and steam engines that would never be built, nor run correctly. He continually assured his family they would soon receive gen-erous dividends. But not soon enough for their comfort, she thought, knowing the vast sum that was mortgaged against the estate. That was the problem with Americans, they placed too much faith in science, when anyone could see that such pedestrian inventions as shoulder ri5 es or mechanized

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cannons would never beat England and its powerful Merlin. The American rebels had learned as much during the failed Insurrection of 1776, when the Redcoats and Her Majesty’s magicians had laid waste to the attempted sedition with their superior spell-casting.

Luckily, her ancestor had been on the right side of the rebellion, and had retained the governorship of New York and all the privileges that came with it. Their country home in Hastings was practically a castle. Of course, nothing could compete with the sprawling and magni4 cent stone piles that the Europeans called home, but even the queen had spoken fondly of her time at Hudson Park. Maintenance, however, was another matter; keeping up the estates and the sta6 had all but drained the family 4 nances. Many of their beautiful things had quietly been sold to pay their monthly bills.

Relief was on the way however, in the form of passage on the Saturnia, which was to take her across the Atlantic. Once there, she would be presented to the queen. It was her fam-ily’s dearest hope that Ronan secure a desirable mate and land an engagement before the season ended and all the eligible aristocrats repaired back to their country homes. As it was, her trousseau was not worth its mention in the Herald. The enthusiastic descriptions of the fabulous gowns she would be taking to London masked the shabby reality: scraping together the very last of their resources had only resulted in a trunk full of knocko6 s of the latest Parisian styles. She had a few of her mother’s glamorous gowns, of course, but they were twenty

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years out of date. Her jewels, or lack of them, were an unspeak-able tragedy. No longer did she have her great-grandmother’s famed Astor tiara, but only an expert reproduction—it was a fake, paste and glass, and created in utmost secrecy. The real one had been sold long ago to an Arabian princess, who was probably wearing it somewhere in the desert. A shame.

Ronan was sailing across the sea so she could sell herself to the highest bidder, and she must make a match—a rich one that would allow her to pay o6 their debts and secure her future. And if the family came with a retinue of magicians at their beck and call, then all the better. It was tiresome liv-ing without a little glimmer every now and then. All of her friends had the latest fripperies from the empire: powders that turned your hair gold, creams that took away blemishes on the skin. She was at least fortunate in that she did not need a magician to appear beautiful.

“There’s my favorite girl,” her father said, entering the room. He was a large man with a bristly beard and a gru6 but gentle demeanor, the type who was called upon to play Father Christmas every holiday. “What’s this?” he asked, looking askance at the book on the desk, which was open to a lavish illustration of a ducal coat of arms. He made a face, realizing what was going on.

“Oh, Daddy, it’s nothing,” Ronan said, closing the leather- bound book with a thump and handing it to Vera, who politely excused herself from the room.

“Your mother puts strange ideas in your head, but an Astor

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of New York doesn’t need anyone’s help—remember that. You have your good name. You don’t need to scrape at the feet of those empire snobs.”

Ronan held her tongue. To be honest, she did not have it in her heart to resent him. Her father was the one who had played backgammon with her and drawn her pictures as a child. He was the one who had attended her tea parties in the nursery, and read her picture books at night while her mother threw herself into the social whirl of the city. “Did you hear the Haltons have a new fortune-teller?” she asked eagerly. “She predicts a rise in the stock market.”

“Bah, that dark magic has no place in the future,” Henry said. “Fortune-tellers are nothing but frauds, my girl.” She knew her father did not want to admit it, but if she did not succeed in marrying well, they would have to move out west—a last resort—to her mother’s people, the “barbarians.”

She kissed her father on the cheek and left to dress for din-ner, heading up the stairs. Ronan had always been fond of the grand staircase, with its oiled and shiny balustrade, treads that neither creaked nor wobbled, and rails solid as stone. When she was a child, she had turned it into a coliseum full of dolls, placing row after row of silk-garbed 4 gurines on each of the steps. The stairs held her audience, while Ronan performed a dance at the base. Ronan remembered nervously descending these steps on Christmas mornings, her nightdress gleaming against the dark of the wood as she tiptoed toward the daz-zling tree festooned with tinsel and presents. She’d miss these

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old boards when she went o6 to England. Not that they’d had much of a Christmas last year, anyway . . . and the ancient but beautiful brass chandelier that used to hang in the center of the room was gone now—sold, like all the rest of themost valuable décor.

Rounding the corner, past the now-empty corridors with the scraped-away wallpaper and more missing paintings, she stopped for a moment to stare at the pendant lights, whose candle mounts had been recently retro4 tted for Edison bulbs. It looked as if strands of lightning were trapped within their tiny globes. Was this not magic? Wasn’t this power just as grand and unknowable as the Merlin’s? Her father believed so. Sometimes, looking at those incandescent lights, Ronan thought he might just have a point.

“Is that you, Ronan?” her mother’s voice called. She turned toward the sound, knowing it was more of an order than a question.

Ronan entered her mother’s bedroom, the only room in the house that still had all of its original furniture. It was the best room as well, with a view of the park and gardens. Outside, the 4 rst street lamps had popped to life as the sun hung low near the horizon. Inside, a single Edison bulb lit her mother’s room with a strong, consistent glow. The white pan-eled walls ampli4 ed the light, making her mother’s chamber not only the largest bedroom, but the brightest one as well. Her father had insisted the house be paneled in walnut, but her mother had disagreed. Against her husband’s will she’d

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had her room paneled in silk sateen, a 4 nish as bright as newly fallen snow.

The bed was done in the English style, tall and canopied, dressed up like a queen’s with bunting stuck between four tall poles. The plush white rug beneath her mother’s bed abutted a second one that stretched underneath an armoire, a dressing screen, and a powder table. Each of these pieces was framed by a pair of gilded chairs, their backs pressed against the wall. Vera told her that the backs of chairs in great houses like theirs remained unpainted, because no one ever moved the chairs or used them. Ronan had never checked to see if it was true, if the chairs were indeed nailed to the walls, but it made sense. Everything in the room was meant to be admired. Every piece—from the exquisite French clock on the mantel, to the row of perfume decanters on the vanity, to her own mother.

At thirty-4 ve years of age, Elizabeth Astor was still extraordinarily lovely, if a little haunted-looking. Her hollow cheeks and red eyes were the result of many sleepless nights. She came from the provinces—she was from nowhere, her parents nobody. Her only treasure was her arresting beauty, which had won over her husband, the third son of the then-richest man in New York. The youngest boy was traditionally not meant to inherit, or expected to come to much; but when the elder and middle sons of Jackson Pierce Astor were both lost during the War Between the Americans thirty years before, the youngest had inherited the governorship, and little Sue-Beth Morley (the horror of that name—so common—it

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held the stink of dusty towns and tumbleweed)—suddenly found herself the reigning doyenne of New York. Upon her arrival in the city, her mother had had the good sense to adopt the name Elizabeth, and went by the name “Bits.”

“Show me your court bow,” Bits Astor demanded now. “When your father and I were presented at court to meet the queen, they all said I had the most beautiful one.”

Ronan rolled her eyes. Her mother was forever waxing nos-talgic about the glories of her season. Knowing the ingrained snobbishness of the Franco-Brits, Ronan was sure that was not all they said about the social-climbing young American.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, and dutifully displayed what Vera had taught her. The deepest curtsy, almost to the 5 oor. Her head was bowed demurely, lashes against her cheeks, eyes downcast. Not once must she turn her back on the monarch. It was said that Queen Eleanor had her Merlin destroy those who dared to disrespect her, and Ronan did not want to su6 er such a fate. She respected the power of magic; it was why she found her dear father so misguided.

“I sense a hint of rebellion in the curve of your cheek, my dear; and we must show utmost deference to the Crown. Again.”

Ronan nodded and curtsied again, deeper this time—so low that she felt the backs of her thighs burn with the e6 ort.

When her mother was satis4 ed with her performance, she crossed the room to stand next to her daughter. She turned Ronan’s face toward the Venetian gold gilt mirror, one of the

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last antiques left. Bits’s hands were as delicate as a child’s, but her grip on Ronan’s chin was like steel. She turned it to the right, then the left, examining her daughter’s pro4 le, and 4 nally brought it straight back to face the mirror.

“My lovely girl.” Bits smiled.Ronan looked at what her mother saw. Her otherworldly,

celebrated beauty: the porcelain skin, luminescent and pearly; the high sweep of her forehead; a thin, sculpted nose; sharp cheekbones; her pink pout, a proper rosebud, ripe for the plucking. Her long golden tresses, 4 ner than silk, fell on her shoulders loose and wanton; she had been impatient with her governess that morning, and had pulled away when Vera had tried to braid her hair and put it up properly.

“You look exactly like me at your age; thank goodness for that. A consummate New York blonde, as they like to say,” her mother said with satisfaction. “This is your fate. These are your riches. This face will win you a prince; take my word for it. You are an Astor of New York. You should do no worse, as you have much more than I started with.”

Ronan 5 ushed. She looked at her face and her mother’s closely in the mirror. They were like twin images, except for the very faint lines around her mother’s eyes, the faded color in her thinner cheeks.

She knew all of this already, of course. She would choose one of those awful boys from the photographs and make him fall in love with her. And then she would 4 nd a way to make this estate matter again. The port town was booming, and

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New York City was being compared to the great capitals. If the Astors managed to get some enchanters at their service, they might be able to shape their fortunes and their future.

Her mother’s face, and her father’s name—her par-ents thought that was all there was to her, and maybe they were right. She would be married at the end of the London Season— and she determined right then and there that she would make not just a good match, but the best match; per-haps even catch the eye of the Kronprinz of Prussia himself. She had studied his portrait in the book with the greatest care, and had found much to admire in his noble pro4 le. It was said that the Prussians had used a Pandora’s Box during the 4 nal battle, which had brought the queen’s army to its knees and ended the war. With a weapon of such magnitude, one could rule the world.

Ronan was nothing if not ambitious.

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W OLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!” The roar of his name made him euphoric as

the crowd surged forward, lifting him into the air. He raised a bloody hand to the ceiling. His vision was clouded by sweat and blood, his mouth full of red, his eyes bleeding red, so that everything was red—from the faces of the spectators to the shadows in the dark room. It wasn’t even a room, but a space in the bowels of an empty abandoned building by the harbor, once reserved for the coal stocks that powered the boiler. The ground beneath his feet was made of hard dirt, and soot cov-ered every surface. The room was so dark that the gas lamps made the shadows deeper, the hollows blacker. This is a tomb, Wolf thought, a crypt.

The crowd, made up mostly of day laborers and o6 -duty

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soldiers, hard men with stony faces, pressed against him, cheering his name.

Victory. He had bested the 4 ercest 4 ghter in the city—a soldier in the queen’s army, built like a fortress, who’d crumbled like a burnt and broken tower. “WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!” They called him the Beast of Berlin, the Animal of the Black Forest, Lobo Loco in Spain, Le Loup Fou in Montreal; and tonight in New York City, he was the Mad Dog of the East. While he was no hero of Lamac, no soldier, no knight, he was still a winner.

“Wolf!” One cold, disapproving voice stood out in the crowd, cutting through the noise. “WOLFGANG FRIED-RICH JOACHIM VON HOHENZOLLEM!”

“Bollocks,” Wolf cursed. The fun was over. He waded above the crowd, touching feet and palms to hands and shoulders and backs as he rode the tide toward the door, his winnings in his pockets. His breeches were torn at the knees, his shirt shredded. He tumbled to the ground at the feet of his closest friend, his advisor, his minder, his mentor; the one who had taught him how to 4 ght, how to stop a man’s heart with his hands. An old man, who crouched down low and lifted him up by his ear.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Wolf said, batting Oswald’s hand away. “Leave me alone, Oz. I’ve taken enough of a beating tonight.” He winced; he had taken a few good hits from the Brooklyn giant. His back and shoulders throbbed, and he couldn’t open his right eye. He would have swooned and fallen, but he had

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too much pride. Thankfully, Oswald put his arm around him to steady him as they left.

“Your father would have my head if he found out about this, and your brother will be far from pleased,” the old man scolded.

“Hang my brother.” Wolf said, spitting out a tooth. A back one, thank Merlin, he thought, 4 shing in his mouth with his 4 ngers, grateful that it wasn’t one of the front teeth so it wouldn’t show when he smiled. Messed-up chops didn’t go far with the ladies. He took a long, loud sip from his 5 ask, felt the liquor burn his throat, and smoothed his dark hair away from his head, knowing it looked better that way. “You won’t tell Father; I know you, Oz. You’re all bark and no bite, unlike me,” he said with a golden smile that gave charm a new name.

Oswald didn’t answer as he helped the young prince into his dark jacket. They boarded a waiting carriage that would take them back to their hotel. Once they were in the privacy of the plush, velvet-lined box, he spoke freely. “I suppose not, but the rumors will catch up with him one day. When His Majesty 4 nds out the ‘Beast of Berlin’ is actually his younger son, you’d better hope we’re all very far from the capital.” He grimaced as he handed his ward a clean handkerchief. “You’re bleeding.”

“Just a trickle,” Wolf said, taking it and pressing it against his eye. “Nothing permanent, don’t worry. All damage is temporary.”

“You’re lucky. We have a month to get to London, so your

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bruises should be healed by then, and your face back to its rightful shape. You’re sure about the eye? We can have Von Strasser look at it tonight.”

Wolf waved the suggestion away. “Let the doctor sleep. It’ll open in the morning. This is nothing compared to what they did to me in Boston. They had a real gladiator there—you should have seen the arms on the man. Tree trunks! No, tree trunks are smaller. So, we’re o6 to the enemy’s lair, arewe?”

“Hardly an enemy, more like your new family,” Oswald sni6 ed.

“Right. Leo’s to marry the princess now, isn’t he? That was one of the terms of the peace treaty.”

“After all the papers have been arranged, yes.”“Poor Isabelle. She can’t be happy about it. She’s been

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looking forward to her wedding since February.”“Her happiness is irrelevant.”“Of course. Although Marie can’t be thrilled either. She’s

never liked Leo very much,” Wolf said. Smart little Marie, with her wan face and kind smile. He hadn’t seen her in years, since relations between their kingdoms had gone south. He missed her warm and easy friendship. Marie had always been such a sensible girl, the only one apart from him who understood what it meant to be royalty, and the uselessness that came with privilege. The Prussian kingdom was run by its ministers, the empire by the Merlin. Whoever said “uneasy lies the head that wears the crown” knew of what he spoke. It was a pity that her hand and happiness were the price the

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empire would have to pay for peace with Prussia. She and Leo would be miserable together; a more ill-advised match could not be proposed between two more di6 erent people. But it wasn’t as if his father had married their mother for love, either. For that, his lord father had his mistresses. This was how it was for the heirs and heiresses of this world: trapped by their families, by their titles. Duty. Family. Royalty. Sidedish.

The King of Prussia had forbidden his younger son to 4 ght in the war, arguing that the country needed him safe in case anything happened to Leo. But Wolf became a 4 ghter anyway. There were underground sparring clubs in every city. The sta6 usually knew where they were located, fond as they were of wagers. The 4 rst time he had done it, he’d been four-teen, and ruthless even then—trained by Duncan Oswald, his father’s master-at-arms. He’d been itching to show o6 what he’d learned. In the ring there were no rules, no restrictions. During a 4 ght, it didn’t matter if he was a prince or a peasant; he was the same as any other man. In his eighteen years, he had never felt better than when he discovered he could 4 ght, and 4 ght well.

“So, what does that have to do with me? Why do I have to go?” He already knew the answer, but he felt petulant, small, and complaining—the opposite of being a man. But then, what kind of title was “prince” anyway? It was an embarrass-ing one. It spoke of lace collars and tufted pillows, like the one his sore behind was comfortably seated on now.

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“To represent your house and honor. Not that you have any,” Oswald said with a raised eyebrow.

“I need to 4 ght, Oz. You know that. Especially since they wouldn’t take me to Lamac.”

“You know why your father sent you away. If your brother had lost, then you would be king.”

“Ha, the odds of that happening are about as good as Leo beating me in the ring.” Wolf grinned. The heir and the spare. Wolf was the one in the shadows, the one who would inherit little... some land out in Bavaria, maybe. There, he would be nothing but a titled and glori4 ed sheep farmer when it came down to it, unless something happened to his brother, the future king, who had the duty and honor to lead the Prussian troops into battle.

“Your brother is a good soldier,” Oswald admonished.“Only thanks to that demon’s tool,” Wolf said. “Practically

cheating.” Pandora’s Box. Supposedly it was the last one on earth,

able to conjure horror unlike anything seen in this world. “I don’t need magic to win my 4 ghts,” he said bitterly. Leo had been something of an apprentice to his father’s oldest and most trusted advisor, Lord Hartwig, who had been intent on 4 nding a way to combat the empire’s monopoly on magic. Wolf had to hand it to him; he had certainly succeeded wildly on that front. Growing up, Leo had taken to Hartwig in the same way that Wolf had taken to Oz. Both of them were

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searching for a father 4 gure, as King Frederick, busy monarch that he was, never had time for either of his sons.

“No doubt your father will 4 nd some use for you.”“Ah well, could be worse. Could be goats rather than

sheep.” Wolf winked. He leaned back into his chair, wonder-ing exactly what he would do with his life. He hadn’t a clue. Nothing was expected of him, other than to remain alive in the event of his brother’s death.

“We are sailing on the Saturnia in the morning. And good timing, too—a quick escape, shall we say—for there is another one now,” Oswald informed him.

“Not again?” Wolf groaned.“Yes. That makes three young ladies of gentle birth

accusing you of fathering their babies since we arrived in the Americas. The latest one is a baron’s daughter visiting from Sussex.”

“She has done this publicly?”“No. They are—taking care of it,” Oswald said delicately.

“Unless...”“Unless I marry her. Is that it?”“Yes.”“She’s lying. They all are.”“Oh?”“I didn’t touch her. I didn’t touch any of them.” Wolf

smiled at the memory. “It was merely an innocent game of strip billiards. Surely you know the game?” he teased. The

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memory of a certain night several months ago 5 itted into his mind. The eight-ball sinking in the corner pocket. Click. Swish. Thud. “Strip.” The girls, standing at the back wall, gig-gling, with only their long hair to cover themselves; not that they hadn’t wanted to show him everything they had... they were more than eager... but he had not touched any of them, and that was the truth. But there was no harm in looking, was there? “Really, Oz, do you think I’m that stupid?”

Oswald looked cross. “You are accusing these 4 ne young ladies of harlotry.”

“Whoever they’re sleeping with, it wasn’t me.”“So you deny it all? Every one?”“Oz, don’t you know me by now?” Wolf said, feigning

hurt. “Let them make their accusations all they want; they are without merit. I’m as pure as a maid,” he added, his face set. Unlike his vaunted older brother, he had no taste for woman-izing, no desire to father a litter of bastards. He vowed that once he was married he would never take a mistress, not after seeing his mother cry in her room over his father’s indiscre-tions. When she was alive, she had cried all the time, his mother. He would never add to another person’s misery in that way, and his future lady wife—whoever she was—would not su6 er the fate of his mother.

It was his darkest secret: Wolf, the Beast of Berlin, was more Labrador than fox when it came to the ladies. “This is my only vice,” he said, holding up the bloody handkerchief.

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Isabelle had never been across the Atlantic, but had heard that the richest Americans, whose fortunes

rivaled even the queen’s, lived in grand, palatial homes. There was no need for 4 replaces, as they were built with central heating and wired with electricity. And so, when she thought of that faraway land, she thought of being warm. With their astonishing technical inventions, the Americans had learned to live comfortably without magic. Critics of the Merlin accused the magician of keeping scienti4 c progress at bay. In the empire, if one had no magic, one had almost nothing. It was always cold in this house, ever since her family’s witches had been burned at the stake. Not that Isabelle had any more faith in the power of magic; far from being able to save her family, magic had been its destruction. Magic had rendered

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her a charity case, one to be pitied or cast aside. And now magic was taking her dearest love away from her, along with her dreams for the future. She cursed the Pandora’s Box that had won the Prussians the war.

The reality of her situation made the walls feel colder, the ceilings taller, the drafts more intolerable. Her home was more cave than castle. The parlor they were sitting in stank of oil lamps, and the walls had acquired the gray sootiness of a decade’s worth of ash and candle 5 ame. The great 4 replace in the middle of the room had a hearth taller than her head. The thing was immense, medieval, originally designed for roasting whole hogs—perhaps two at a time. It was all so primitive.

Through the high windows she glimpsed the family vine-yards, long rows of knotted vines stretching over rolling hills. The castle was overrun with vintners, 4 eld hands, and armies of grape sorters and bottlers. There were hundreds of wine barrels in the cellar, and more in the servants’ chambers below the house. Now that she thought about it, she’d seen wine barrels in just about every cool place they could be stacked. The whole castle was one big, rotting barrel, stinking of vin-egar and fermentation. It smelled like defeat.

The horrid letter from the solicitor’s had arrived that morning.

“This is the Merlin’s doing, isn’t it?” Isabelle said bitterly, feeling sick to her stomach. She felt like throwing up, she was so upset. “It has his foul hands all over it.”

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“It is Eleanor’s proclamation,” her cousin said evenly, read-ing the paper once again.

Isabelle laughed. “She is merely a puppet at that man’s command.”

Hugh Borel frowned at his cousin’s loose tongue. He was called the Red Duke of Burgundy, not for the color of his hair (which was a nondescript brown) but for the rich, ruby tan-nins in the wine from their vineyards. Or so Isabelle guessed. She herself had many names for him. “Lech” was one. He was ten years her elder, a squirrelly, myopic man with thin-ning hair he combed over his forehead, and shifty, bulging eyes. “Even so, you will do as she has asked. You will release Leopold from his promise.”

“You would like me to sign my future away, wouldn’t you?” she said, with an upturned chin that she couldn’t keep from trembling.

“Like I’ve said before, I only want you to be happy, Isabelle. But if you do not do what you are asked, you will face the wrath of all England and France and the power of her magician. I cannot protect you from that,” he said with false concern.

You have never protected me from anything, Isabelle thought, balling her 4 sts against the folds of her dress. Her elder cousin had a way of staring at her for too long, and he was always “accidentally” running into her room just as the maids were helping her undress. He gave her the shivers, and she had

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been counting the days until she would be free of him and this damp, stinky castle. She had a feeling he would change for the worse once her engagement was dissolved. That piece of paper meant escape from this stone prison, among other things.

“Leo loves me,” she whispered. “His feelings aside, he will marry Marie-Victoria to bring

glory to Prussia,” Hugh said, almost smugly. It hurt Isabelle to know he was right. Nothing mattered

more to Leo than his country. He loved her, but he loved duty more, and the crown of the Franco-British empire was too tempting to refuse.

The defeat in Orleans had been 4 ve hundred years ago, and yet it felt to Isabelle as if she was reliving it at every moment—that she was still a victim of that long-ago failure. She was the rightful dauphine, not that sickly pretender who was to marry Leopold once she signed the papers allowing it. Her father, rest his soul, would have been Charles VIII of France; but House Valois had lost the throne to the British king, Henry VI, when the Merlin broke the spell cast by their sorceress and won the battle. Jeanne of Arkk had been burned by the English madmen, and her wyrd women disbanded and killed.

Isabelle’s family had been banished to their ancestral hold-ings, and tacitly forbidden to appear at court. Even so, her father had a few loyal allies left, and at birth Isabelle had been betrothed to Prince Leopold of Prussia. It was an alli-ance uniting them against a common enemy. But who needed

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Isabelle of Orleans if Marie-Victoria was being presented as a bride?

“I heard the princess is deformed—a freak—that no one ever sees her, that she is nothing but her mother’s pawn,” Isabelle said bitterly.

“She is sickly,” Hugh said. “And her mother’s daughter. But she is said to be gentle and soft-hearted.”

Isabelle snorted. Leopold’s victory at Lamac was no vic-tory after all, if this was the sacri4 ce it entailed.

“You will sign the papers when we arrive in London for the season. We must be grateful, as Eleanor was kind enough to extend an invitation for the royal ball to us all, for the 4 rst time,” said Hugh. “Look at this as your chance to secure a good match.”

As if Hugh cared about matching her up with anyone, or about her future away from his in5 uence. When he had arrived in Burgundy to become her guardian, he had made it clear that as highborn as she was, she was completely at the mercy of his kindness. He kept accounts of every piece of bread she ate, every dress or gown that was made for her, against a ledger that he would collect on when her inheritance was settled: when she turned eighteen, or married. Hugh knew she despised him, that she couldn’t wait to get as far away from him as possible.

“Why do I need to 4 nd a husband?” she said. “Remember? Until yesterday I was to marry Leopold.”

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“But that is no longer the case,” Hugh said smoothly. “Be grateful the queen did no worse.”

“Bastard,” she muttered.“Excuse me?” He cocked an eyebrow.“I am grateful for the invitation,” she said, gritting her

teeth and lowering her eyes to the 5 oor.“Good,” he said, standing up and walking behind her seat.

He put a heavy, sweaty hand on her shoulder. Grateful.She had to be grateful for everything the royal family—

those British usurpers—had given her. Grateful that her family had been allowed to keep their countryside estates after the battle of Orleans. Grateful that they had been granted their lives and retained their titles, which assured that the Valois line would forever be prostrate to the throne. Forever grateful for scraps; forever in debt; forever losers.

Grateful.Now both of Hugh’s hands were on her bare shoulders,

and they were massaging her skin. He had never groped her so publicly before, and Isabelle couldn’t help but think it was due to her looming status as a woman without protection. If she wasn’t betrothed to Leopold, she was nobody; there would be no prince or royal family to answer to. No one would care what happened to her.

“Leave her alone,” said the third person in the room, prob-ably the only person in the world who did care what happened

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to her; he had remained silent until now. Isabelle glanced ner-vously at her other cousin, Louis-Philippe Beziers, who had grown up in the castle with her. His parents had been felled by the same wasting plague that had taken hers. Louis had 4 nely chiseled features, dark hair and eyes, and would grow up to be strikingly handsome one day, but right now pos-sessed a gangly, boyish awkwardness. Quiet and re5 ective, he was the only bright spot to her dark days. They clung to each other against a common enemy, but Louis had never dared speak up to Hugh until now.

“What did you say to me, Jug Ears?” Hugh asked, turn-ing to Louis with a dangerous look on his face. Their entire childhood, Hugh had been dismissive of Louis—continually mocking his interests, calling him names, and making it clear that he was nothing more than a burden. When they were younger, Louis had hardly ever spoken.

“I said, leave her alone,” Louis said, rising from his chair and standing a foot taller than his cousin.

But Hugh continued to massage Isabelle’s creamy shoul-ders, and she shook her head at Louis to tell him to back down. She didn’t want him to get hurt, and even if Louis was bigger than Hugh now, their wretched cousin was still their guardian, with the power to make life di7 cult for them.

“It’s all right,” Isabelle said weakly. “Louis—it’s all right.”“See? It’s all right,” Hugh said with a smarmy smile. He

gave her one last squeeze and left the room.

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“What am I going to do?” she despaired. “Don’t worry, Leo will never give you up,” Louis said. “He

would be a fool to do so.”“If only that were true.” She sighed, looking out the win-

dow apprehensively, as if the answer to her dilemma could be found in the serene, rolling hills. “But perhaps you are right,” she said, thinking that it might be a good idea to see Leo face-to-face. Perhaps if he saw her, he would change his mind about this so-called peace treaty. Leo loved her. He would never willingly release her from their promise to each other. Once he laid eyes on her, he would change his mind. She would steam into London under the cover of the season, ostensibly to sign the papers destroying her future, but she would make certain to speak to him alone before that was necessary. That was all she needed—time alone with him.

When she could be alone with Leo, as they had been just a month ago, there would be no king or country to contend with, only the two of them; and when they were alone, she would make him remember why he fell in love with her in the 4 rst place.

Of course, she would have to be careful. If the Merlin or the queen knew what she was plotting, it would be trea-son; she had no desire to lose her head, she was quite fond of it. But if she were somehow able to make Leo think it was his own idea—his own love for her that was spurring him to honor their agreement—then the engagement with Marie-Victoria would be forgotten. She would be married to Leo

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as planned, safe from her lecherous relative. Besides, she had always been curious about the legendary Bal du Drap d’Or. Perhaps it was time to see it for herself.

“Hugh is right,” she told Louis-Philippe, fanning herself with the queen’s letter. “I am grateful for this invitation.”

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I f Aelwyn had any fears about the quality of her welcome, they evaporated the moment Marie

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walked into the room and caught sight of her. “Winnie!” her friend cried, crossing the length of the room in quick strides and enveloping her in a warm embrace. “Where have you been? Why has it taken you so long to come see me?”

Aelwyn had no answer to that. It had been a week since she had returned to the palace, and she had been meaning to call on her old friend, but had been overtaken by a sudden shyness. Her last memory of the princess was of her ash-and-tear-streaked face as her bedroom burned. Aelwyn had only meant to make a few sparklers for her and Marie to play with truly, but instead had set the entire east wing ablaze. It had been an epic disaster, a scandal. Her father had paid for it

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politically, as the queen had insisted that she could not rest unless Emrys sent his daughter away, which he had done without question.

In truth, Aelwyn was also ashamed of what she had done—put the princess in mortal danger—and she had doubted that Marie would even want to see her. What if her friend shared her mother’s paranoia? When they had 4 rst been separated, they had written letters to each other: long, detailed, missives about the injustice that had befallen them, along with their daily tribulations. Marie wrote about the tedium of court life, and Aelwyn regaled her with stories of the strange and fas-cinating creatures she encountered on the island. But as the years went by, the letters dwindled, until it was only through the crystal glass that Aelwyn was able to keep up with Marie, to sneak a peek into her life. In the past year, though, she’d barely ever bothered, although she had been worried when she heard the princess’s health had deteriorated.

Her best friend was a stranger, and even the palace was unfamiliar. Was this really where she had spent her childhood— where she had played hide-and-seek in the secret passageways, stolen pies from the kitchen, and giggled over dolls? This was a stranger’s castle, unfamiliar in every way—the ceilings felt lower, hallways narrower. Murals that had for centuries graced soaring barrel vaults were newly restored, but they were repainted in garish colors, hues too bright for the palace’s drab interior. Doors replaced blind archways, halls supplanted galleries, leaving St. James neither old nor new, but

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somewhere in between. Back then, her compatriot had been a gangly, awkward girl in a helmet and a back brace; Marie was now the princess of the land. Aelwyn had always known Marie was special, but it had not stopped her from thinking they were equals when they were younger.

Although to be honest, she did not 4 nd her much changed. Marie-Victoria was taller and thinner, maybe, pale as usual, the sickness showing in her sallow color and sunken eyes, but she was as warm and welcoming as ever. “I am so glad you are back. Look,” she said, placing a gold foil tru9 e in the palm of Aelwyn’s hand. “Hazelnut, your favorite.” In an instant, it was as if they were both six years old again, conspiring to nab extra cream pu6 s from the dessert bu6 ets.

Aelwyn beamed at Marie. “Father said I was to see to your glimmer before the reception,” she said. “Send your ladies away. I shall take care of you, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that! You’re being so silly,” Marie said, shooing her ladies out the door. “And you don’t have to wait on me.”

“Yes, I do. No arguments, now,” Aelwyn said, leading Marie to the mirrored vanity and picking up a comb.

“Can you believe I’m to marry Leo? That little squirt you used to chase down the hallways? That is, if his people 4 nd me acceptable this morning,” said Marie.

“Which they will, I guarantee it,” Aelwyn said cheer-fully, even as she noticed her friend’s face fall in the mirror. She ran the comb gently through Marie’s 4 ne brown hair,

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untangling snarls and whispering a few words to give it some luster. She eased into the familiarity of the act, remembering the hours they had spent learning to braid each other’s hair when they were younger. This was just like before, except, in a nagging corner of her mind, Aelwyn knew it wasn’t. Even if Marie hadn’t changed, everything else had, including Aelwyn Myrddyn herself. She was no longer the orphan girl of the kitchens, with a dirty face and tangled hair, but a full-grown sorceress in control of her magic. She was an enchanter trained in the ways of Avalon, able to command wind, water, air, and stone—and what was she doing?

Brushing hair. “Make her look pretty. She will be queen one day, and no

one wants to be reminded their queen is ill,” her father had ordered before dismissing her that morning. She received the message loud and clear: You are a servant to the throne. While you might command the power of magic, the royal family has com-mand over you. Your power is theirs.

In Avalon, Viviane had explained the reasoning behind her brother’s decision to bow down to the sovereign. “He did it for our protection. Emrys believes that unless we submit ourselves to their rule, they would hunt and kill us for the rest of our lives. There are too many of them and too few of us. Before the Order was established and the rules set in place, mages like us were tortured and killed. Magic is unpredict-able, but try explaining that to a pining lover or the mother of a sick child.”

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“And what do you believe?” Aelwyn had asked.Viviane had smiled ruefully. “I believe, my child, that

servants or not, they will 4 nd a way to use—or kill—us any-way. My brother thinks he can manipulate time and history to remain among the mortals, but he will be proven wrong. Magic has no place in their world, as the glass has shown us time and time again.” Aelwyn had seen the other time lines her aunt was speaking about. She had peeked into the crys-tal and had seen visions of strange, foreign worlds. In one, the very earth had frozen over in ice, its mages destroyed— literally rotting from their own magic.

Aelwyn ruminated on her aunt’s words as she continued to comb the princess’s hair, so dry and brittle, unlike her own lustrous locks. The di6 erence between them was strik-ing: Marie was frail and delicate, while Aelwyn was tall and voluptuous, her hair a rich, dark red that complemented her cat-like green eyes. She wore the garb of the Order she would soon join—an apprentice spellcaster’s midnight blue tunic and long skirt. The uniform was meant to be deliberately drab, but even in such dull clothing her 4 gure was stunning.

Since she had arrived at court the other week, the sight of her had caused pages to run into doors, and lords and knights to stammer and stare. Even the footman who’d carried her bags to her room the 4 rst day had hinted that if she ever desired company, he would be happy to provide it. She had turned them all down with a sweet but 4 rm hand. If she was to take a lover—a privilege sorceresses were granted freely, as

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those of the invisible orders were bonded to the throne and forbidden to wed—she would choose a great man indeed, a man worthy and able to bear the weight of her love. Unlike her last choice. But now was not the time to think of that mistake.

“Mama told you to make me beautiful for the Prussian ambassador, didn’t she? Perhaps if you fail, they will turn me down,” Marie said suddenly.

“Shush, now,” Aelwyn said, disliking Marie’s defeatism in the face of such privilege. “You are to marry a handsome prince, and live happily ever after like a real fairy tale. You will dazzle them.”

“I am not 4 shing for compliments. They will call me beau-tiful enough when they see me, I am sure. The Prussians want to end this war and seal this alliance as badly as my mother and your father do. I used to think I was the only one who thought Mama looked old, since everyone around me always talked about how young and beautiful she was, until I realized they were all lying—they were so afraid of her. For the longest time I thought I was out of mind as well as my health, because one ever told me the truth.”

Aelwyn stared at her. “You see the queen as she really is?”“What do you mean?”“The courtiers talk about the queen being young and

beautiful because to them she is young and beautiful. It is a glamour spell of some sort, but even I cannot see through it,” Aelwyn said.

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“Do you mean you do not see her as an old crone, as I do?”“No, not at all.”“How strange,” Marie said. “Perhaps it is your gift.” Aelwyn smiled. “That you can

see things others don’t.” She placed a few pins in the princess’s hair to hold it away from her face, thinking it would look more striking that way.

Marie nodded. “I am sorry we lost touch—Mother said I was not to bother you anymore. That you were to make your own decision about your future, without me hounding you. But I am so glad you chose to return to us, instead of staying in Avalon! Was it hard to leave Viviane? And you never told me—is Lanselin as handsome as they say?”

“I too am glad to be back, and my cousin is very hand-some indeed,” Aelwyn said lightly. They were cousins in name only, as Lans was the child Viviane had raised as her own, but he was not of her blood. He had taken to reminding her of that when they were together. “I heard your Leo has grown up to be very handsome as well.”

“I suppose. Handsome is as handsome does.” Marie shrugged.

“Why are you so against the idea of Leo? You never liked him, even when we were little,” Aelwyn said, as she waved an amethyst stone over Marie’s hair to create vermilion highlights. “Oh, I remember now—you always preferred the younger one. What was his name again?”

“Wolf,” Marie said softly. “I didn’t ‘prefer’ him. We were

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friends. Or we used to be, before the Merlin declared war on his family. It was awful during the war; I was always wor-ried he would be killed, although my mother assured me she would only take the royal family hostage, then put them to death if it came down to it. Apparently there’s no need to start a precedent of spilling royal blood. Never mind that they were our friends and distant family, and we shouldn’t murder them.”

“That stands to reason,” Aelwyn nodded. “Now, Leo can’t be too di6 erent from his brother, can he?”

“Yes, he is,” Marie said, annoyed. “Wolf is sweet and smart and kind, but everyone thinks he’s a troublemaker, while everyone thinks Leo is perfect.” She made a face in the mirror.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe Leopold is perfect?” Aelwyn smiled, remembering the handsome young man who used to visit.

“Maybe you should marry him, then.” Marie sighed. “I don’t know, there’s just something about him. He’s always so proper and polite and, well, perfect.” Perhaps she did hold it against him a little, because she’d had such a rough start in life.

Aelwyn considered that. “You’re not just saying that because there’s someone else, are you?” she asked.

This time Marie wouldn’t meet her gaze. Aelwyn real-ized they weren’t twelve years old anymore, passing notes to the young princes who came to court and laughing when one of them tried to kiss them during dancing lessons. Marie was

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seventeen now, a girl with desires and secrets of her own. “Marie, who is he?” Aelwyn asked. It had been years, but

in the space of a few minutes they had eased back into their familiar intimacy. “You can tell me.”

“There’s no one,” Marie said 5 atly. Aelwyn was relieved, until Marie spoke again all in a

rush. “It doesn’t matter. He’s gone now. He was a soldier—a member of the Queen’s Guard, actually. But he was sent to the northern front. I don’t know when he’ll be back, or even if he’ll ever return. He just... disappeared... one day. They said he only went on leave, but I wrote to him, and I never got a letter back,” she said, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, Marie.” Aelwyn 4 nished with the highlights and put the stone back in her bag. “This isn’t good.”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter now. I don’t know where he is. I don’t even know if he’s all right. I wish someone would tell me what’s happened to him, but no one will.”

Marie had always been so obedient, so agreeable, and Aelwyn felt a pang to see her so low. She loved Marie like a sister, even if she had always been just a tiny bit jealous and resentful of her position. The court fawned over her, and Marie always got the best of everything—the largest piece of cake, the best cut of meat at the table, the prettiest dresses, the most toys, the largest stack of gifts, the white pony at the stables—while Aelwyn always had to make do with hand-me-downs and scraps, never quite knowing her place, never quite having a real home. She was the bastard daughter of the

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Merlin, and magicians were not allowed to have children. Her whole existence was a mistake, even if her father never said so. It was only now that she truly understood that Marie was as trapped in her life as she was; that she had little choice or freedom to shape her own destiny. That, like her, she was a prisoner of her fate. “You have to forget about him. You know that, right?”

In answer, Marie kept her face covered with her hands.“You haven’t seen Leo in years. I know you’ve never liked

him much, but you need to give him a chance.”“I suppose you are right,” Marie sighed. “You know, they

call him the Hero of Lamac, because it was he who unleashed the Pandora’s Box that won the battle.”

Aelwyn held the comb in midair and shuddered. Viviane was uninterested in the mortal realm, but even in Avalon they had heard the gruesome news. The stones made by the witch Pandora could conjure the horrors of Gilgamesh, Tartarus, and Doomsday all at once. They were stones that held the power of the Dark, of the Terrible. They had the ability to unleash a million hungry mouths with blades for teeth—monstrous creatures, rotten and soulless. She pitied the soldiers that had been on the battle4 eld that day. No wonder the empire had agreed to a truce, to a wedding. Anything to erase the memory of that dreadful battle, and—it remained unsaid, but it was clear—anything to make sure it never happened again. “How-ever did the Prussians get their hands on one?” she asked.

“No one knows.” Marie shrugged.

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“Because only a mage tutored in the dark arts could unleash the power of Pandora’s curse,” Aelywyn said. “And the most powerful enchanters of the world are in service to the queen, and work for the empire.”

“Well, maybe he was lucky,” Marie said. “That’s what everyone says about Leo, you know—that he’s blessed. The seers say there was a shower of shooting stars on the day he was born.”

Aelwyn shrugged. “Don’t they say that about every royal prince? Don’t they say that about you?” She smiled as she sprinkled another dusting of powder on Marie’s hair to make it shine, and rubbed a rosy pigment into her cheeks.

Marie peered at herself in the mirror. A naughty smile crept on her face. “Remember how we used to play twins?” she asked.

Aelwyn remembered but she shook her head, knowing what Marie would ask next. “No, it’s not right.”

“Please? It’s so fun—please do it! Winnie! Please!”Aelwyn pursed her mouth in disapproval but as Marie

continued to insist, a reckless rebellion overcame her better sensibilities. Marie always could goad her into mischief. It had been the princess’s idea, after all, to make the sparklers that had started the 4 re in her bedroom. “You must never tell any-one,” Aelwyn warned.

“I never have. I promise,” said Marie.Taking a quick look around to make certain they were

alone, Aelwyn blew a pu6 of smoke from her hand. It sent a

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shower of silver sparks dancing around them. “Did it work?” she asked, when it cleared.

Marie laughed in delight. “Look for yourself!”Aelwyn stared at the beautiful princess in the mirror.

Marie’s face was vibrant, her cheeks pink, her eyes shining, her brown hair thick and glorious, everything about her blooming in the prime of health—with no sign of illness or the wasting plague. Then Marie put her own cheek next to hers. There were two of them in the mirror now. Two princesses, who looked exactly alike—except that one was just slightly more radiant than the other.

The illusion glamour. One of the most powerful spells known to Avalon, it had the power to make people see only what you wanted them to see. It had the ability to fool the world and blind it from the truth. Viviane had taught her to use her power sparingly, to keep it hidden from those who would use it against her. “Not even your father can know you can do this,” her aunt had warned. “He is wary of the glamour mask. It would cause him to be wary of you.”

But Aelwyn couldn’t resist. And anyway, Marie already knew she could do it.

Her friend brought her back to the moment. “Winnie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you since you returned. When you left, I never got the chance to tell you how sorry I was about what happened, the day of the 4 re,” Marie whispered. “It was all my fault.”

“We were children,” Aelwyn said sti9 y.

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“It’s no excuse. They sent you away. I know how hard it must have been,” Marie said. “I’m sorry, Winnie.”

Aelwyn unclenched her 4 sts; she hadn’t noticed how tightly she was holding them until now. “I forgive you,” she said, blinking back tears.

Marie nodded and wiped the corner of her eyes as well. “Look,” she said hoarsely, pointing back to the mirror. “You’re me,” she said wistfully.

“If only,” Aelwyn joked, then snapped her 4 ngers and just like that, she was herself again.

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