Sorry this chapter is so short! I'll make it up to you guys soon, just wanted to update quickly! Thanks so much for reading!
It's been two weeks since the wedding, and I still havn't seen Jon. Yet. I keep thinking he's just going to jump out of some random corner and tell me that everyone I love will die, and the silvers will continue to lord over the reds forever. And I have no one to talk to in this place, besides Maven, and that's just risky territory. But I have to try. He's the closest thing I have to an ally here, but as every day goes by, it seems like he's less and less of who I thought he was.
I don't know what made me do it. But it's too late, because I've already knocked on the door of Maven's study.
"Mother! Will you ever leave me alone?" He sighs as he opens the door. Then, he sees me. "Oh. You."
A million questions and things to say swirl in my head, but none of them seem right to say. Finally, I think of a somewhat suitable one.
"We need to talk. About Julian's list." I say.
"Mare if you haven't noticed, I'm the king. I have important things to do, like run this country, make sore the high houses don't kill you, and deal with my mother." He snaps.
"Deal with your mother?" I ask, confused.
"Do you really think she'll just let you take away all her power? If I hadn't married you, she'd be queen. She'd be queen and king, ruling norta though me, a puppet on her strings. But with you, I stand a chance. I'm done with being her puppet. And so are you."
"You're going to kill her." I mutter, my voice barely a whisper. Even though she is his mother, I don't disagree.
"Not me." He says. "Us." And then, with a wave of his hand, he dismisses me. "I have things to do." He mutters.
I wish I could read Maven's mind, to see where his loyalties lie. He is a mystery. Not on my side, but not on Elara's either. He has his own agenda.
I'm so lost in my thoughts, I nearly walk right into her majesty, Elara.
"Shouldn't you be attending to your duties, instead of wandering the halls?" She snarls, and hands me a scrap of paper, no doubt containing one of her dreaded schedules. "You have alot to do, move along!" she sneers, then saunters off.
Once she's out of sight, I glance at the paper. But instead of a schedule, it's a note.
I'm like you. A freak. A red with abilities. I can change my appearance. I'm with the guard. Farley's alive and well- as is the rebellion. We have retreated back into the shadows a bit, but we will still rise, red as the dawn. Hopefully you can still assist us. Midnight, 2 weeks from now.
- A friend
Is it a lie, a trap? One of Elara's schemes to expose me? I have never heard of the ability to change you appearance, but then again, before me, there was no one who could control electricity. Weather this person is a friend or foe, I still don't want anyone finding out about the note. I zap it with a small charge and dump the ashes in a flower pot.