Back The Witch Queen
Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

“I think I know why,” Silene says before striding over to us. She places her hands on her hips. “She has a mole.” Her posture exudes confidence. She’s sure about this.

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

“Here’s what we know. The Queen told us to keep our arrangement a secret from her advisors. She tried to play it off as them being too bureaucratic and slowing things down. But letting rebel prisoners go is a big thing to keep from them, based on what we’ve seen about how she rules.” She makes a good point. While it wouldn’t be unusual for my father to keep important things from his advisors, Laurel’s different. There has to be a reason she doesn’t want them involved. “And then today, she made up an excuse to send Carex away—the Captain of her Royal Guard, no less. Why keep the breakout secret from the Captain of the Royal Guard, unless she was afraid it might somehow get back to the rebels that we’re working together? He’d make the breakout much easier to pull off. Even if her advisors would slow something like this down, you’d think she’d at least want Carex to know what’s going on. She has to have a mole. It’s the only explanation.”

As usual, Silene has guessed all the players and plays before most of us even knew there was a game afoot. Queen Laurel keeping this information from us stings a bit. I understand she doesn’t trust us, but this is critical information to share with potential allies. It’s a good reminder of how far we have to go to truly earn her trust, much less become friendly.

“It has to be Carex,” Fionn grunts while inspecting the weapons rack. “He’s always snooping around. I heard him tell the Queen he ran into us while leaving the training room, but that wasn’t true. I clocked him following us from our rooms.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, incredulous.

Fionn only shrugs. “Wanted to see what he was up to before I revealed we knew he was there.” And just as Silene knows how to play the game, Fionn knows when to watch and learn. My friends are both too intelligent and good at what they do. I’m just a bloke with a crown and a handsome face. I’d be nothing without them.