Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Kinkadia Map
- Alandria Map
- Pronunciation Guide
- Tribes
- The Celebration
- The Murder
- The Hangover
- The Journey
- The House of Shadows
- The Princess
- The Ball
- The King
- The Wall
- The Court
- The Masquerade
- The Light
- The Plot
- The Healing
- The Training
- The Masters
- The Problem
- The Meeting
- The Assassin
- The Testing
- The Course
- The Season
- The Lord
- The Star
- The Dragons
- The Protest
- The Library
- The Bond
- The Night of the Dead
- The Camp
- The Celebration
- The Suspect
- The Smoke
- The Martyr
- The Arrest
- The Probation
- The Holiday
- The Estate
- The Flight
- The Confession
- The Village
- The Hot Springs
- The Geivhrea
- The Winter Party
- The Heart
- The Blackouts
- The Symptoms
- The Council
- The Rally
- The Aftermath
- The Shift
- The Sickness
- The Spiritcaster
- The Awakening
- The Crux
- The Negotiations
- The River
- The Boats
- The Shadows
- The Battle
- The Defeat
- The Treaty
- The Trial
- The Execution
- The Father
- House of Curses
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
She nodded, and they slunk out of the view of the city.
Today was a defeat but not the end of their schemes.
62
The Treaty
“I never found her,” Fordham said in frustration. He and Kerrigan stood before the commander’s tent and waited for the reading of the treaty that had been signed with Queen Viviana.
“Wynter?”
He tersely nodded. “I pulled apart the entire rubble. Dug everything out myself, and she wasn’t there.”
“How is that possible?”
He ground his teeth and shook his head. “I don’t know. I should have found a body if she was dead.”
“Do you think that she used her magic to escape? Jumped somewhere?”
“I thought she was sufficiently incapacitated.” He sighed. “But she must have.”
“Gods…”
“It’s not the last we’ve seen of her.”
Kerrigan gulped. That was not a good sign. Not at all. Wynter was powerful. And the last thing they needed was a loose cannon with that amount of power as an enemy.
The crowd grew silent as Presiding Officer Malwin Zoh stepped forward to read the treaty. It had taken a full day of negotiations and the approval of the council for Queen Viviana to sign her seal on the document. And it was a litany of demands.
- The House of Shadows will become the thirteenth tribe of Alandria, sovereign to the Society and hereto known as tribe Charbonnet.
- All full-Fae will remain within the arranged boundaries of Charbonnet for a duration of five years with no standing army.
- A Society occupation will exist within the bounds of the tribe until the Society dictates that they are able to rejoin the greater world.
- No member of tribe Charbonnet will be permitted to enter the dragon tournament or join the Society for a period of one hundred years.
- All held slaves will be immediately released and slavery abolished in all forms.
- Any and all illegal magical artifacts will be handed over to the Society for destruction.
- A fine of a million marks a year will be paid to the Society for the rebuilding of the city of Lethbridge and reparations for lives lost.
Kerrigan winced with each new infraction added. The Society had all the bargaining chips on their side. They could and, apparently, had asked for everything. And the queen, in an effort to keep her people safe, had given it all away.
Fordham said nothing. He hardly even blinked as his people were stripped of everything that had made them what they were. She wanted to reach out to him, to offer comfort as the army cheered their victory and his demise. But he had been so adamant that he didn’t want them to turn on him that she had no way of doing that without putting a spotlight on him.