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Sacrifice by Cayla Kluver - Chapter Sampler
Sacrifice by Cayla Kluver - Chapter Sampler
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and whose sandy hair was cut short, physical signs of the loss
of his easygoing manner.
All bowed before me, to my chagrin referring to me as
Queen Alera, before sharing nods with London that bespoke
of the respect the men held for each other.
“You should not call me Queen,” I reminded them, keep-
ing my volume low, always conscious these days that some-
one might overhear. “I am Grand Provost now. I don’t think
we should f lout the High Priestess on such a minor matter
as titles.”
“It is not a minor matter,” Cannan briskly contradicted me.
“You are a member of the royal family with a right to the
throne—our Queen. The High Priestess will have no choice
but to tolerate our insolence, for we will address you in no
other way.”
I bit my lip, exasperated but not knowing how to articulate
it in light of their loyalty.
“Won’t you sit, then?” I managed to say, gesturing toward
several armchairs.
“No. We wouldn’t want to offend our delegate.”
It was Steldor who had spoken, his infamous temper sizzling
as he referenced Narian, though it was not the same anger that
I had come to know during our tumultuous marriage, which
had ended when he’d sought an annulment from the church
out of respect for my wishes. No, this anger was deeply rooted,
born out of pain, oppression and the knowledge that the man
he held at least partly responsible for Hytanica’s destruction
would join us at any moment.
Cannan glanced at his son, sympathy and an admonition in
his gaze, then more civilly expressed the sentiment.
“We’ll stand, at least until Narian arrives.”
With no choice but to accept this decision, I continued to
wait with them in awkward silence, my nervousness grow-
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ing with each passing second, for I knew what Narian would
say. I had called this meeting at his behest, both of us hav-
ing recognized that the request needed to come from me if
there were to be any chance of getting provincial rule off to
a decent start.
It was not a sound but the stiffening of backs that told me
Narian had arrived. I turned to face the door opposite the one
the Hytanican men had used, the one that led into the Throne
Room—or what had been the Throne Room—and saw him
standing there. Like the others, he was several inches taller
than me and well-muscled, though we all knew his power
ranged beyond the physical. His deep blue eyes went brief ly
to me, then he appraised the former military men who, de-
spite their stoicism, could not conceal their enmity, and qui-
etly closed the door.
“Gentlemen,” Narian said, the word a touch too well pro-
nounced. “Grand Provost Alera.”
The formality Narian maintained toward me in official ca-
pacities was essential. We had repaired our relationship, but
the province was not ready to learn of it. And though the pres-
ent company was knowledgeable of the affection between us,
they were far from ready to accept it.
I nodded, although no one else issued a welcome. Narian,
who was cool and controlled almost to a fault and had long
ago given up hope of befriending these men, ignored their
disrespect.
“I bring word from the High Priestess,” he informed them
in his subtle accent, stepping farther into the room, London
also joining the group. “I suggest you seat yourselves. She has
much to say.”
When none of the men stirred, I moved to occupy an arm-
chair, thinking they would follow my lead. They did not, and
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the gate and may subject any passers to search and seizure with
or without cause.
“Three. The borders of the Hytanican Province will be
guarded by Cokyrian soldiers during and after the construc-
tion of the Province Wall. No citizen may cross the bor-
der without explicit permission from the Commander of the
Cokyrian Forces within the province, such permission to be
evidenced by the seal of the High Priestess.”
I looked at the ring on Narian’s right hand, knowing that
London would also recognize it as the Overlord’s, for he had
stolen it while a prisoner and had worn it for seventeen years.
The twin to the ring resided on the hand of the High Priest-
ess; thus Narian had the ability to provide her seal.
“Four. The Hytanican Province will maintain no military
force of its own. The former military base will belong exclu-
sively to Cokyrian soldiers, who alone will be the peacekeep-
ing force within the city and throughout the countryside. The
military school will continue in a strictly academic capacity,
for the intellectual betterment of the province’s youth, both
male and female.
“Five. Foreign trade will recommence following the com-
pletion of the Province Wall in order to accelerate the recov-
ery of the province’s economy. However, all tradesmen will
be searched and those carrying impermissible items will be
turned away.
“Six. Hunting parties will register with the Cokyrian
Weaponry Officer in order to receive permission and appro-
priate arms. At the conclusion of the hunt, all weapons shall
be returned to Cokyrian control.”
My eyes roved over the men, knowing how offended they
had to be by these constraints, but I could detect no reaction
beyond the seething resentment of the younger pair. Cannan’s
gaze did not falter, and his face remained impassive. Halias,
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of the Bastion, and our separate duties did not often bring us
together, nor did they allow us much privacy.
He stepped closer to me, bringing his lips to mine, and I
ran my fingers through his thick blond hair. One of his hands
slid behind my neck, the other trailing down my back to rest
on my hips, and a thrill tickled my spine. When our lips re-
luctantly parted, we rested our foreheads together, our breath-
ing falling into the same rhythm.
After a moment of comfortable silence, I asked, “Do you
think they took it well? Cannan and the others, I mean.”
I wanted desperately to believe no more lives would be lost.
I prayed the men would recognize that this was the way to
safeguard our people.
“They took it as well as can be expected,” he answered with
a shrug, then his tone grew puzzled. “London, especially.”
I studied his face, noting the slight crease in his brow.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” he responded, removing his weapons belt and
laying it on the table next to the bed before reclining on the
mattress against a stack of pillows.
I lay down beside him, nestling against his shoulder, his arm
around me. Although our positions were terribly improper by
Hytanican standards, the faith I had in Narian made it all seem
innocuous. He would never take advantage of me, nor pressure
me for anything I was not ready to give. I waited, knowing
he would tell me what was bothering him in his own time.
“It’s just that London’s reputation belies a willingness to
admit defeat, and I find his complaisance…disconcerting.”
“Well, we’ve already been defeated,” I pointed out. “He
can’t deny it or fight it. And he may well see the same op-
portunity to direct Hytanica’s future that we do. The High
Priestess did not have to name me Grand Provost, after all.
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Had she put one of her shield maidens in this position, our
straits would be much worse.”
Narian continued to think, his posture unchanged. He’d al-
ways had misgivings when it came to London; my bodyguard
had been the one to uncover the legend that had foretold of
Narian’s conquest of Hytanica and had also been the one to
discover our relationship and endeavor to keep us apart. And
it had been London who had improved our negotiating posi-
tion with the Overlord toward the end of the war, for he had
developed and executed the plan to abduct the High Priest-
ess. There were thus plenty of reasons to be apprehensive
when it came to the former deputy captain. Remembering
the most significant outcome of my tendency to let my mind
overrule my heart—London’s dismissal from the military—I
forced myself to banish what doubts I might have harbored
about my bodyguard.
Narian rolled onto his side to gaze down at me, his intense
blue eyes finding mine of dark brown. He kissed me deeply,
his body coming into light contact with mine, and all the
feelings I had fought against with Steldor came achingly to
the surface. With a sigh that revealed his own yearning, he
shifted away, propping his head up with his hand.
“I’ve been thinking about changing my center of opera-
tions to the Bastion for some time now,” he confessed. “The
High Priestess’s rules are an attempt to move the province
forward, despite their restrictiveness. Setting up here would
help the Hytanican people to see me as a leader and not just
a conqueror.”
“You would live here?” I asked, my eyes wide, knowing
how much easier that would make it for us to spend time to-
gether. At the moment, Narian worked out of the building
in the city that had belonged to the Master at Arms, who had
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been in charge of the City Guard, and it was difficult for him
to break away to see me.
“Perhaps on the third f loor, or in your old quarters in the
other wing here on the second.”
“How soon?”
“Without delay.” He reached out to touch my cheek with
the backs of his fingers. I took his hand and held it there, warm
against my face. “The High Priestess won’t question it. She
has impressed upon me the need to keep careful watch over
Cannan and London, in particular.”
“Is that why you don’t trust them?” I asked, assuming a po-
sition similar to his. “Because she doesn’t?”
“It would be unreasonable to trust them at this point.”
I took umbrage at his words, for it sounded like he still
viewed the men as his enemies. All I wanted was for such per-
ceptions, such preconceived notions of people-versus-people,
man-versus-man, to be gone, along with the prospect of fur-
ther warfare.
“I thought it was your goal, like mine, to bring these coun-
tries together,” I accused, letting his hand drop to the mat-
tress between us.
He knew I was annoyed; unlike him, I lacked the ability,
and the need, to close off my emotions. I could already feel
him pulling back behind that detached facade.
“Alera, that is my goal. But we have to be realistic. For
some, our ideal is the worst end imaginable. And the nature
of these men pushes them in that direction. If it helps, I found
Cannan to be genuine. That doesn’t mean we can let our guard
down, but I would trust him sooner than condemn him.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to resent that he was right. I
hated the idea that my aspirations might be different from the
people alongside whom I had lived and worked, the people
who had saved my life and whose lives I had saved. I didn’t
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