Chapter Fourteen: A Dangerous Game

Dimitri

The envelope contained the histories of four prominent noble families. I found the concise yet informative histories were heavily focused on the first time the Mazurs may have angered their allies. Abe seemed to believe the grudge against his family was due to an old wound that festered turning into a rotten infection to the point his council wanted to draw royal blood.

My education began with the rise of Rose's family. Rumors said the Mazurs originated from sea demons in the year 11XX. Their ability to defeat any vessel in open water made the Mazurs a feared menace at sea. It was on the coast of the Black Sea that the Mazurs settled to raise their families, yet they continued to sail the seven seas as merchants shipping all kinds of cargo, lawful and unlawful. Their wealth grew as did their influence. When the crusades came, the people turned to the Mazurs. Sevket was the young leader of his family then, and he led the battle to push back their enemies where others failed miserably proving the Mazurs were just as powerful on land as in the sea.

The Ivashkovs were the first family to rise in favor of the first serpent king. With their jewel mines, the Ivashkovs assisted in financing the wars Sevket started and successfully finished as he continued to fight all threats against their new nation. As gratitude, King Sevket granted noble titles to the fast-growing Ivashkov line and a permanent seat at the Monarch's table as long as they remained loyal. For Lord Codrin Ivashkov, the first nobleman, those titles would be a perfect start. Eventually, Lord Codrin wanted more; he wanted his blood on the throne. The joining of Mazur and Ivashkov blood would be the ultimate weapon against their enemies. Who would dare cross the two wealthiest and most powerful families in Turkey? King Sevket refused to grant Lord Codrin's wish of marrying Lord Codrin's sister. On the horizon were far more powerful nations on the rise with whom Sevket could ally through marriage. War almost erupted between the Ivashkovs and Mazurs. Sevket crushed the Ivashkov rebellion. With Codrin's life in his hands, Sevket mercifully forgave treason and compromised by promising the union of their bloodlines when the time was right. With Crown Princess Rosemary finally set to wed the heir of the Ivashkov bloodline, Adrian, the promise would soon be fulfilled. But would this union be enough to satisfy the wounded ego of the Ivashkovs?

The second most influential family was the Szelkys. Even though they didn't own a jewel mine, their power came from owning most of the land before King Sevket's reign. In exchange for land to build Turkey, King Sevket granted nobility status to Lady Miriana Szelsky, a kind, and beloved woman. Lady Miriana was a close friend of Sevket, and it was rumored that their friendship was far more intimate to give a woman noble status over Miriana's younger brother. Miriana pledged her entire family to King Sevket for his armies, for his counsel, for his guard, and for anything should he need. Her love for her King ran deep, and so did his love for her. But the monarch had a duty. So when King Sevket chose to marry Princess Olimpia of Bulgaria, Lady Miriana fell into deep despair and jumped to her death from the tower of her estate due to heartbreak. The Szelkys were angered but remained loyal choosing instead to honor the love between Lady Miriana and King Sevket. She wouldn't have wanted war, but the tarnishing of Lady Miriana's reputation remained. Did the Szelkys truly remain loyal to the Mazurs? Did the stain on their friendship linger or was it long forgotten?

The third family was the Zeklos. Lord Valerius Zeklos was one of the fiercest fighters and was always on the frontlines during Sevket's wars. Valerius trained the King's armies and as soon as the first monarch ascended and Turkey was formed, Valerius granted his vast army to his new monarch. Lord Valerius loved his King, but he loved Lady Miriana more. Resentment grew in Valerius, but he dared not make a move. How could he? His army now belonged and obeyed King Sevket.

The Dashkovs were the fourth family. They provided the king with something far more precious: wisdom. The family was led by the oldest living man known, Lord Viktor, the namesake of the current Dashkov patriarch. King Sevket valued Viktor's wisdom as the old man always helped King Sevket see other paths. The noble families had already gained much from King Sevket, and he from them. The monarch had a duty to establish peace and allies with other nations on the rise. It was Viktor who encouraged Sevket to marry Olimpia, and through that marriage, the Mazur line grew. Olimpia gave Sevket many healthy sons and a daughter. But with the passing of Lord Viktor, the Dashkovs lost their use. They weren't incredibly wealthy or powerful, but a deal was a deal. The Dashkovs remained in the council, though their number diminished through the years, and they became a small voice in the background. How long would they stand the ridicule?

I sighed and rubbed my eyes setting the papers down on the bed. I stood and stretched my legs as I pondered what I had already read multiple times. King Sevket had been a wise king in some areas and a fool in others. I could understand the admiration of his successors. Being the first to establish an empire as mighty as Turkey had to be daunting. As Abe said, there was no precedent, no history to teach a lesson, no experience, and four families with their agendas. Inadvertently, King Sevket might have been the cause of the current problems. He managed to anger and hurt his allies, but those aforementioned allies should have supported their king in his first baby steps as monarch. In the end, greed and selfishness continued to undermine the Mazur rule. The Szelskys were the only ones with perhaps the noblest of reasons for being resentful. The loss of a loved one because of duty couldn't have been easy. Was this how my family felt? Were they resentful of the tsar and Russia for my newfound duty which took me away from home constantly?

I shook my head to focus. Who could be the traitor? All these noble families had a reason since the beginning. Over the years, anger and resentment festered giving them the incentive to change the monarchy. This envelope only contained a small fragment of the rise of the nobility and their relationship with the first king; I needed more. I continued to flip through the papers and found profiles of the current leaders of the four families Abe seemed to suspect of betrayal the most. I had met all of them by now.

Lady Tatiana Ivashkov with her prejudice against the common people wanted to raise taxes, and King Ibrahim shut her down. Lady Ariana Szelsky wanted to shorten the number of members in the King's council, and the late king also shut her down. Lord Howard Zeklos wanted to expand the military budget which was also shut down by the late king. As for Lord Viktor Dashkov, his agenda was always the same to finally find a way to deal with the witches and magic. He was a devout practitioner of his faith and often expressed his belief witches were unnatural and evil.

The nobles had motives and opportunities. All were close to the late king and could have poisoned him. Or perhaps one of them was plotting with the witches. Plenty of possibilities. I just had to find the right one for Rose's safety.

There was a knock at the door, and I abruptly shoved all the papers under my pillow. I straightened up and fixed the tie around my neck. Once I was presentable, I made for the door and behind it stood an angel. Rose wore an off-the-shoulder gold tulle dress with an embroidered pearl train. Her hair was pulled back in an intricate braid and a diamond headband resembling vines. I couldn't speak and was only able to stare taking in her ethereal beauty that even the goddess of love, Aphrodite, paled next to Rose.

"Can I… May I come in?" Rose stuttered awkwardly casting her eyes downward as a blush crept up her cheeks.

"Of course," I cleared my throat and stepped aside berating myself for being so rude to stare and keep her waiting. "What can I do for you, Rose?"

She was silent for a second as she scanned my room, and I did the same to ensure I hadn't left anything out of the ordinary or damning in the open. My suitcase was under the bed, and my clothes were put away neatly. Thank goodness for being raised in a household of strong women who took no prisoners when it came to a clean home. Rose continued towards the table next to my bed so close to where I hid her history under my pillow. Instead, she picked up the notebook where I kept all my thoughts, just as dangerous if not more as it contained my most private thoughts which included my love for her, my true purpose in Turkey, and the truth of my bloodline. But I should have known she wasn't going to pry into my privacy. Instead, Rose caressed the leather and the engraving on the cover with her fingertips.

"This is beautiful," Rose smiled. "What does it say?"

I blushed and made my way toward her. "Uh, 'Dimka' is the nickname my family has for me. This was made by my mother."

"I love it," she whispered touching the letters that my mother painstakingly engraved a few hours before I left again for who knew how long. "You must miss them terribly." Her voice was still a whisper and as she met my eyes, hers glistened with tears.

"What's wrong, Roza?" I gripped her bare arms; they were unusually warm even exposed by her dress. It was like her olive skin was truly sun-kissed. "Are you hurt?"

"No," she took a deep breath and sat on the edge of my bed. "I'm here to ask a favor. Please, tell me what my father said after I left. Is my mother truly all right? No one will tell me a thing. I tried to see her just now, but Celeste sent me away because the doctor is there with her, and I will be late." She stood and paced angrily. "I hate being kept in the dark. The same happened with my grandfather and the next thing I knew he was gone. I can't go through it again… I just… I can't…"

I stood too and rushed to her side pulling her into my arms. Instinctively, she put her arms around me and gripped the back of my shirt. I held her as tight as I could and desperately wanted to make her disappear in my chest where no one could hurt her. I whispered against her hair, "Shhh, Roza."

We stood like that for a moment until she pulled back to look up at me. Still, she fought the tears but they were there, threatening to come for her with a vengeance if my answer pushed her over the edge.

"What did my father say?" She asked again her eyes never wavering from mine. This, she knew, was the only way to receive total honesty from me. "Be my friend. I need one right now."

I kissed her forehead before meeting her eyes again bracing myself for half a lie. I couldn't promise her that the Queen would be alright. I had my doubts about how much the King was hiding, but I wasn't going to tell Rose that. I knew I shouldn't lie to her anymore, but this was who I was. A monster that couldn't stop lying and hiding under sheep's clothing. Rose needed to be well, so I convinced myself my motives were pure. "He wants me to help him find a traitor in his council. That's all we talked about."

Rose sighed and pressed her forehead to my chin. "Thank you. I can handle that much." She took a step back and straightened her hair and dress. "I'm so sorry to have ambushed you. You're not done getting ready. I've been so rude."

I shook my head sadly. My heart felt shattered by the pain in her voice and the anguish in her eyes. My Roza had suffered so much at such a young age. "I understand. You love your family very much."

"As you do yours," Rose nodded. "What can I do to help you be with them?"

I smiled. "Thank you, but that is up to me," I reached for my coat and motioned towards the door.

"Let me help find this traitor," Rose didn't move towards the door and instead grabbed my hand with both of hers. She gripped tightly. "I don't want you to go. You've been a true friend, but I have a feeling the sooner my country stabilizes the faster you can go home."

"Don't worry about me," my heartbeat in my eardrums was deafening. She was truly a godsend. The kindest of souls this world would ever see. I chose the love of my life correctly, or perhaps she chose me. Even at this moment, amid potential tragedy, plots, and grief, Rose still worried about me. To be loved by her was a gift I didn't deserve. I had to put distance between us, or I would be the one left in shambles when I had to finally leave her. I took my hand back and opened the door. "I am used to being away from home. Shall we?"

Rose sighed and stepped out into the hallway. Mason and Eddie were already waiting and wearing all-black attire per usual. They bowed to the princess and led us through the silent castle towards the foyer.

In the car, the ride was silent. I wondered if I had offended her by rejecting her offer to help me. Her kindness knew no bounds, and I understood her to need to return the favor. Rose had given me the sun with her embrace and the stars with her smiles. I wished to repay her for bringing light to my life, and she probably felt the same way. That was love. Doing everything to make that special person happy was the true meaning of love. But I had no idea how she could help ease the pain of choosing between my country and my heart, duty, or love.

"What can you tell me about this charity event?" I asked trying to break the ice and focus on something other than the aching in my chest.

Rose cleared her throat before speaking. We had been silent since leaving my room. "My mother and Lady Ariana have procured some art and jewels to auction after dinner. All the money will be going towards an orphanage they built over the years. I believe my father had a briefcase of money put in the trunk, so you and I are free to bid to our heart's content."

"Sounds like a very worthy cause," I nodded. "Do they do this often?"

"Charity events? Yes," Rose played with the fabric of her dress. I wondered why she had a hard time meeting my eyes. She had had no such problem back in my room. And I understood. I embarrassed her. I had been dismissive of her attempt to help me. And perhaps it wasn't just about me. This affected her too. Finding the traitor would bring peace to her heart and her family. This could also be a distraction; something to focus on rather than her ailing mother.

"I apologize for earlier," I wanted badly to hold her hand, but I felt Mason's eyes on us in the rearview mirror. This was just as well. I truly needed to obey my boundaries and try to make parting easier for both of us. "I didn't mean to be so dismissive. I accept your help. Two pairs of eyes and ears are better than one."

Finally, Rose looked up at me with a smile. "I can be a spy with you?"

I chuckled. "Sure. You will be most helpful. Those who won't speak to me will surely speak to you."

"Deal," she grinned happily. Her grin faded quickly and she frowned. "One of them plotted against my grandfather… And killed him or had him killed."

I grimaced. How could I overlook that? I shouldn't have told her what her father wanted me to do. I should have told her he wanted me to keep an eye on her. It was another half-truth that would spare her more pain. But everyone, including me sometimes, wanted to keep her in the dark longer to protect her, but in the end, we were creating a distrustful and fearful queen. I need a friend, she said back in my room. I promised to be whatever she needed. I had to be as honest as I could for the sake of our friendship.

"Truly, I do not know," I sighed and looked out the window. I saw the sprawling estate of the Szelskys with its blinding lights drawing near. "But we will find out," I vowed.

The Szelsky Estate was nestled on an island in the middle of a lake with its white façade and garrets. We came up to the gated bridge that would take us into Lady Ariana's territory. The road was straight leading us through a large garden with an orchard of Judas trees in full bloom with their pink flowers. Though the front garden was simple with its display of Turkey's famous tree, I realized Lady Ariana was adequately showing her wealth in land. It took us ten minutes to cross her orchard and reach the stairwell to her mansion. The car came to a stop, and I quickly stepped out to open Rose's door. I wanted her by my side at all times. Our brief conversation cemented the precarious situation we were in. We were about to enter the lion's den. One of these families wanted Rose and her family dethroned or much worse, all dead.

Her hand reached out immediately to mine. Our familiarity with each other was becoming instinctual, but I didn't have it in me to worry. A Szelsky butler and a guard approached us immediately, and I nodded toward Mason and Eddie to trail behind Rose. I interlaced her arm through my left arm.

"Welcome Your Royal Highness," the butler bowed low and kept his position as he continued. "We are honored by your presence."

"Thank you," Rose chuckled. "Please rise. I look forward to tonight. This is Mr. Dimitri Belikov, a very good friend of His Majesty and Turkey."

"Of course," the butler shook my free hand, and I noticed his eyes lingering on Rose comfortably holding onto me. The butler said nothing and snapped back to business. "We look forward to your company. Please follow me."

The butler signaled towards the stairwell allowing Rose and me to lead. I kept stealing glances out of the corner of my eye to Rose to be sure she was fine with all these stairs. Rose continued to exchange pleasantries with the butler and didn't seem to mind the stairs but kept her grip on my arm steadily. Finally, we reached the top to the sight of another smaller yet beautiful garden. There was a small field of different colors and types of flowers on the edge of a rectangular pond. As we drew near the pond, Rose stopped to admire the lilies and colorful fish.

"Koi fish, Your Royal Highness," the butler explained. "They come from Japan."

"They are beautiful," Rose turned to face me. "Have you been to Japan?"

"No, Your Highness," I returned the smile on her face. "I have not, yet."

"I think I shall add it to my list of places to visit right after Budapest," her small and secretive grin caused me to chuckle softly as our companions watched in confusion. "Shall we? We must not make Lady Ariana wait any longer."

We continued towards the main doors of the Szelsky residence. I could hear the soft ballads and the animated chatter from inside along with the heavenly scent of food. I realized then just how hungry I was, and Rose must have been too when she reached for her stomach with her free hand. Our eyes met briefly, and we fought the urge to laugh. Great minds did think alike.

"Your Royal Highness will make the entrance first followed by the rest of the party. It is protocol," the butler explained holding one lever while another servant held the other. "They are all waiting for you in the foyer to greet you according to your status. Please do not be startled by the flashing. The press arrived in time to capture your entrance, Your Royal Highness."

"I would like to hold onto Mr. Belikov," Rose straightened up and gripped my arm tighter as if afraid they would rip her away from me. "I have been walking so much admiring the blindingly beautiful large Szelsky Estate but these shoes are killing me now."

"Your Royal Highness," the butler's cheeks reddened. He didn't want to contradict or fight her, but he had his protocol to follow. I felt for the poor man. When Rose wanted she could be intimidating. "I am afraid…"

"Do not be afraid," Rose patted his arm and moved forward ending the conversation swiftly. "I shall not tell His Majesty I am being kept waiting."

The butler hesitated a millisecond before giving in to the demands of his future queen. I could have laughed. Rose could play the game if she wanted to. We stepped forward in unison, and I for a second allowed myself to be a part of this moment. I allowed myself to forget we were playing a dangerous game angering potential enemies. I should have protested; I wasn't here to cause ripples. I was supposed to mend bridges. But as the doors opened, there was no turning back, and a part of me didn't want to. I was at the top of the world with Rose by my side and the glaring eyes of her father's council didn't phase me. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined finding the love of my line on a mission let alone a real-life princess. This felt like those fairytales Rose grew up hearing, and I wanted badly to believe it was a reality within my reach.

Silence fell heavy over us but that didn't last long before the press snapped into action. The flashing lights immediately blinded us, and I struggled to keep the scowl off my face. I briefly turned to Rose, and all I saw was a perfect smile. She waved with her free hand and complied with the requests by the press to 'look this way,' 'look that way,' or 'over here Your Highness.' It was all so disorienting to me, but for being her first time in public, and without the presence of her parents, Rose seemed perfectly composed and regal. Except I knew better. Her fingers gripped my sleeve so tightly, and I saw a vein on the side of her neck pulsating as if she was fighting with something internally. I wanted so badly to take her away, but I didn't have to.

"I believe that is enough," Lady Ariana mercifully stepped forward, and instantly the flashing ceased. "The press can move ahead to set up in the ballroom for the auction. Dinner is a private affair. Thank you."

"Don't let go of me," Rose whispered as Lady Ariana instructed the press.

"Never," I whispered back.

Lady Ariana turned to us and curtsied. "Your Royal Highness, I am eternally grateful you have come to my rescue. This event would have been a disaster without the presence of our Royal Family."

"The honor is all mine, Lady Ariana. This is a very important cause. I am saddened that Her Majesty is indisposed." Rose's smile wavered a little at the thought of her mother. "She spoke of this event extensively and was very excited to be a part of it."

"All happens for a reason," Lady Ariana said though she met my eyes. There was a cryptic lopsided smile on her face. I felt the air around me turn brisk, and I could smell thistle, rust, and sea salt. "You are both meant to be here tonight. Welcome, Mr. Belikov. I am honored to be hosting our Russian friend. Please if you need anything tonight, my servants are at your disposal as am I."

"Thank you," I responded bowing my head.

"Now, if you follow me, we will try to make unnecessary introductions as swift and painless as possible." Lady Ariana gave us a reassuring smile and led us through the room.

Many of the nobles I saw at their session with the King. I saw Lord Zeklos hiding in a corner with a few others drinking and smoking. They made no move to greet the Princess, and Lady Ariana made no move to have us join the smoke circle. Rose didn't seem fazed by those ignoring her, but I saw her glance in their direction and any hint of politeness left her face as she recalled undoubtedly the way Lord Zeklos referred to witches as vermin. We continued throughout the room shaking hands, nobles curtsying or asking me about Stan. Rose never let go of my arm, and despite the hesitation of some, I didn't make a move to let go either. As Rose made small talk, I continued to scan the room. There was no sign of Lady Tatiana, her brother, or worse Adrian, but her sister-in-law, Daniella, was present speaking with Viktor Dashkov near the fireplace. They looked comfortable with each other as they laughed and seemed to be in their bubble after greeting the Princess and me. I made a note to ask Rose about their friendship. Perhaps there was more than one traitor. An alliance could have been made by two or four families to bring the Mazurs down.

I inspected Lady Ariana. She didn't look evil or like she held a grudge against Rose. Lady Ariana kept her stance on the other side of Rose. It was like both of us were protecting her. Nothing in my gut was raising red flags about the hostess, but it was too early and irresponsible of me to discard anyone.

Once all introductions had been made, the butler announced dinner was served and Lady Ariana led us to the banquet hall with everyone else trailing behind us. We took our places at the table with Rose at the head of it, Lady Ariana to her left, and I to her right. I truly wanted to trust Lady Ariana. She was doing everything right by allowing Rose and me to remain close. Dinner was exquisite and conversation flowed freely. Rose wasn't timid and she exchanged many pleasantries and smiles with those gathered. A few times, I was addressed and asked about the tsar and his family; I tried to keep my answers short but pleasant. For the most part, Rose seemed to try to keep the conversation on her. One would think she wanted to be the center of attention, but I realized with her doing most of the talking, I focused on the people around me. Their facial expressions when they thought no one, especially Rose, wasn't looking.

Lord Zeklos sat at the far end of the table with his circle. I wondered if they would be so disrespectful if Their Majesties had attended instead of Rose. Labeling the Zeklos as enemies was premature, but they surely would be a problem to Rose in the future. Lord Zeklos continued to entertain his companions as if everyone else wasn't there. They laughed and for the most part ignored Rose; however, she didn't seem bothered by them, so I moved on to checking my surroundings. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but I didn't think any of these nobles would be stupid and obvious enough to show disloyalty towards the crown. If anything, our traitors had shown they liked to plot and commit crimes in the dark. As my eyes lingered on people's smiling and blushing faces, I tried to imagine living like them.

They were bound by pleasantries and titles, by decorum and their noble birth. Behind closed doors, they were all completely different people I was sure. They plotted and conspired to hurt those above and below them to retain the seat at the King's table. What a sad and lonely life. All the riches but no one to trust. I glanced back at Rose; she sat straight on her chair and smiled and laughed. She said the right things and played by the rules showing she could, but I knew she didn't want to. Her food remained untouched as did her wine. She seemed to only drink water despite both of us being hungry before stepping into Lady Ariana's home. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind: Rose didn't trust any of them. The food could be poisoned and by sunrise, Rose could be dead. I gripped my fork tightly and glanced around again staring people down daring them to hurt the woman I loved.

Lady Ariana let out a slight chuckle. "Mr. Belikov, you look tense. Is the atmosphere not to your liking?"

"Everything is perfect, Lady Ariana," I relaxed the grip on my fork and set it down.

"I have a feeling this is not your cup of tea," she dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin. "Something tells me you are more of a wallflower. You prefer a quiet evening to this loud boisterous gathering."

"Not at all, Lady Ariana," I set my utensils down and noticed no one had stopped their conversations for us. The only one who noticed slightly was Rose. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye but continued her conversation with the couple next to me about a new famous painter from France.

"Nothing wrong with that, of course," she smiled. "Sometimes I, too, prefer quiet conversations by the fireplace. With all this noise, I can hardly hear myself think, but this is the way of aristocracy the exchanging meaningless pleasantries and insipid conversations of tapestries."

"Well, tapestries are a form of art. I believe art to be important and not insipid at all," I motioned to the room where many paintings and statues surrounded us. "You seem to be an avid collector of art, and you do not appear insipid at all, Lady Ariana."

Her laughter was melodic and genuine. "I feel offended and flattered at the same time. Well said, Mr. Belikov. I hear the irony in my comment now. You are far more humorous than your predecessor and easier on the eyes."

"Now I am offended and flattered." I laughed but prayed she wouldn't ask or continue to mention Stan. I hardly knew him and some of these nobles seemed to know him intimately. I didn't want to slip and ruin tonight.

"Speaking of art, I am truly grateful to have you here, Mr. Belikov. I acquired some jewelry from Russia not too long ago, and I would love to know your input on the pieces. They are not part of tonight's selection, but if I may show you, I think you will appreciate them."

"I would be honored," I bowed my head and she began to rise. I was taken aback that she wanted to show me at that very moment.

"Please excuse us, Your Highness." Lady Ariana curtsied and turned to her guests. "Once you have had your fill, please move to the ballroom to begin the auction, and we will begin shortly followed by some music and drinks."

Some of the guests also rose and began to move to the ballroom. Rose remained seated and watched me closely. I hesitated to leave her, but she offered me a small smile and nodded her head towards Mason and Eddie standing right behind her. Though we didn't want to part ways that night, we also had a mission to complete. Perhaps I could learn something from Lady Ariana, the only noble so far who seemed genuine towards the Princess.

"I promise you, she will be fine."

I turned expecting Lady Ariana to be at my side, but she was in the far corner of the room waiting by an open door. I frowned; my mind unwilling to piece together what was happening until her eyes flashed gold. My shock turned to suspicion and shock, and so I followed her suddenly worried the enemy wasn't in the room but waiting for me. We said nothing as Lady Ariana led me through the corridor and into a room far enough we couldn't hear conversations or laughter anymore. As soon as I closed the door, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Who are you?" I asked as my eyes quickly scanned the room for escape. It was a windowless room covered with books on the walls and a chandelier in the shape of a star hanging from the ceiling. There was a podium in the middle of the room, and Lady Ariana made her way to it without a word. "Perhaps the right question is what are you?"

"You already know the answer, Dimitri," Lady Ariana knelt behind her podium and pulled out a box. "We must not waste time hiding from each other."

My head was starting to hurt with the revelation of who Lady Ariana was. "What are you saying? Speak clearly."

Lady Ariana sighed and shook her head. "No need for hostility, Dimitri. I am not the enemy," she opened the box and looked through it. "I am a supporter of our monarchs. I know Rose is our only hope, but she will need help from us because she is in grave danger. I know Her Highness is compassionate and fair, and she wants peace. But there are others who thrive in strife and suffering; they will seek to overthrow her by any means necessary."

Out of the box, Ariana procured a pendant. "Obsidian," I recognized the crystal my Babushka often hung around the house for healing and protection. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I have magic in my blood, Dimitri," Ariana moved towards me with the arrowhead pendant. "As do you…"

"How…"

"Standing close to you, I feel the humming of magic in your blood," Ariana took my left hand and placed the pendant in it. "Someone tried to hide who you are, but you must embrace the magic. It is the only way to save Rose. Infuse this pendant with as much of your essence as possible then give it to her. A protection spell."

"What you are implying is preposterous," I took my hand back dropping the obsidian on the floor. "I don't have magic in my blood. Even if I did, why would I use it on Rose? She has suffered at the hands of witches. Perhaps at your hands, and you think I will believe you support her without proof?"

"You are correct," Ariana picked up the pendant. "My people have hurt her and her family greatly. What they did to King Idris is unforgivable. I wish I could confess to His Majesty, but I fear he will not see reason. He will be pushed over the edge and side with the most radical choice of blaming all witches for the crimes of few."

"You have known all this time what they did to Rose's grandfather and you said nothing?" I shook my head and paced. How do I explain this to Rose? I couldn't keep this a secret. This information, and possible ally, had to be shared with my partner in crime.

Lady Ariana sighed sadly and wiped tears from her cheeks. "How could I? How could I make His Majesty understand I am not a threat? You do not trust me, with good reason we barely know each other. I grew up with King Ibrahim. He has been like an older brother, so His Majesty, King Idris, was also like a father to me. Knowing how he perished, by Blood Magic, is a hard truth to swallow. Even worse if I were to explain to Ibrahim; he would hate me. He would not believe magic is both good and evil."

"I understand," briefly, I thought of my family and the great lengths I would go to protect them because of who they are. I couldn't blame Lady Ariana for trying to do the same. She trusted me with her secret and that was a step in the right direction for all of us. "What is Blood Magic?"

"It is a dangerous practice and wielded only by a strong witch. It has not been practiced since the days before the Great Revelation before we were exposed to the world. Blood is life, and life consists of one's soul. Any spell that consists of blood is powerful and can yield many results. There is no telling what the culprit has done with King Idris' blood. I have tried to no avail to find the culprit, and I now realize that I, too, need help." She moved closer and placed the pendant in my hand again. "As a sign of good faith, take the obsidian, protect Rose, and I will try to convince my coven to meet with her and you. Finding common ground between witches and the Princess is the only way to save all of us. Please believe me. I want nothing more than see her on the throne. I want peace for my people, for Turkey, and for Rose."

I took my hand back and paced the room trying to process that a high-ranking noble was a witch. This sudden revelation made me uncomfortable for many reasons. Someone close to the royal family could wield magic all along. Could I trust her? This was a matter Rose had to decide on; it wasn't my place. Lady Ariana knew of my family's abilities; could she keep this secret for me? How to explain that I wasn't what she hoped for? Magic was selective whereas my Babushka was a strong witch, and my mother was not. I never cast spells or made potions like Karolina or Sonya. I had visions but so did Viktoria and hers went away over time. Magic, I was told, preferred women in my family. Regardless, I had it in my blood, but that didn't mean I could wield it. Not everyone had the strength to control an unpredictable force like magic. But was it possible that my family tried to protect me? My Babushka hated the czar for taking me away and forcing all witches to register. Anyone had access to records of whoever practiced magic; it opened the door to attack by those who despised magic.

"I am but a man. I may come from magical blood, but I do not practice." I extended my hand out to her and return the pendant. "This is wasted with me. Besides, I do not think Rose would be happy if she were to find out about this necklace or what I am. So I beg of you to keep my origin a secret."

"I will. I understand the importance of secrecy for us," she held her up and shook her head. "Keep the pendant. I can help with your magic. Anyone with magic in their blood can wield it; you just have to work harder. When you are ready, come find me."

"I must return to Rose," I made for the door shoving the pendant into my pocket. Not that I planned to use it, but I had a feeling Lady Ariana wouldn't let me leave without it.

"Please think about it," Lady Ariana called after me. "I know you love her. I see the way you look at her. If you do not let the magic flow, if you hide, you will lose her. Magic wielded by hatred is strong but wielded by love is stronger. Loving her is the best protection you can provide but only if you let me help."

I said nothing and left the room. My head was spinning with the revelations of who I was. This wasn't what I planned on finding out tonight. Finding the traitor was the goal not a journey of self-discovery. Had my family been lying to me the whole time? I had to speak with Babushka and my mother as soon as possible, but for now, I had to return to Rose. I had been gone too long. I continued down the corridor back to the party following the sounds of conversation but stopped upon hearing a familiar voice coming from one of the rooms.

"…not possible!" Viktor said in frustration as I leaned closer to the door to my left. "That is not enough time for him to travel to Istanbul. I told you he is in Italy completing a hunt."

"Either he is highly effective or just a sham like you," I couldn't recognize the other voice. "If we want to get ahead of the spoilt princess you must force him to come at once! Whatever he has so far, both of you must make it enough to convince the King it is time to start a war with the witches and eliminate them once and for all. If King Idris had listened and strengthened our military, we would be prepared now."

"You cannot fight witches with ordinary weapons," Viktor scoffed. "This is why we need him. Only he knows how to fight magic."

"Well?" The man shouted probably standing up from the sound of a chair scraping on the floor. "I am all ears. Tell me how he defeats witches. How is he so effective? You have been so secretive all this time, I am beginning to think your ally does not exist or he is a farce like you. If you fail, Viktor, I will not pay for your way of life any longer. You will go bankrupt and your family and you will be forced to live in the streets."

"Lord Zeklos," Viktor chuckled nervously. "No need for threats. I am but a messenger. Our ally has promised results, and I have heard great things about him. I cannot speak on his methods as I have not seen them in person. But I believe he is our only hope. We must trust."

I clenched my fists and jaw. I should have known Zeklos was a part of Viktor's ploy. Both were vocal about their hatred for witches, and it explained Zeklos' behavior toward the Princess. He and Viktor were plotting to present the King with an immediate plan to deal with magic. Rose wouldn't have a chance to save innocent lives if they succeeded in convincing her father. Suddenly, Lady Arian's offer was becoming more tempting. Rose had to know the truth tonight.

"I trust no one," Zeklos muttered and I heard footsteps moving my way. "Last time I trusted a fool and found out about King Idris passing too late. We were supposed to petition for a new monarch. The Mazurs have grown weak. How can we trust a dying bloodline? The spoiled princess refuses to marry Adrian from what I hear." He chuckled and stopped at the door. "If she had a fucking brain she would be pregnant by now. If Tatiana had not arranged for her nephew to become the next King, I would have offered to marry the little whore princess. I think it is time for me to remarry, and at least the princess has a nice ass and comes with a crown."

"Please, Howard," Viktor protested. "She is our future Queen."

"And I could have been your future King." Zeklos laughed.

I fought hard to stay calm. Hearing the disgusting things Zeklos and Viktor discussed made me want to punch the life out of Lord fucking Zeklos. My chest rose rapidly with my ragged breathing as I fought hard to stay put. For once, listening was more effective than running toward a fight. Rose benefited more from finding out traitors than from me defending her honor. One day, Howard Zeklos would eat his own tongue. I would make sure of it.

"We must act now while I have Badica and Conta eating out of my hand," Zeklos turned back to business as the door knob began to twist. "I will not give the spoiled brat the chance to sway the King and the council in her favor. As soon as your friend arrives, we will meet with the King and force him to make a…"

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Belikov," Lady Ariana appeared next to me and shoved a box in my hands saving me from being found eavesdropping. "I forgot about this last piece for our auction. Oh, Lord Zeklos and Lord Dashkov. Plotting again?"

"Plotting?" Zeklos laughed. "I think the only one plotting is you, Ariana. Your husband is not yet cold in the ground and you are already fucking the foreign eye candy."

"Howard!" Lady Ariana shouted, took a deep breath, and began again more calmly. I wasn't the only one deeply irritated by Lord Zeklos. "I will not have you disrespect my late husband, my guest, or me in my own home. I think you should go home. You are drunk and the last thing I need is you ruining the event. Go."

Zeklos scoffed and uttered in my direction. "Be careful, Mr. Belikov. We call Lady Ariana the Black Widow. Her husbands do not last. I guess the Szelskys women are cursed to live and die alone like Miriana."

"I will not have you insult Lady Miriana in her own home. You forget she preferred death over settling for Valerius. That is how pathetic the Zeklos' are. You are nothing without a noblewoman in your arm, but the moment they see you for who you are, they run screaming. Is your last wife still in Spain with her lover spending your money?" Lady Ariana finished through her teeth as her cheeks reddened in anger.

"What is happening here?" Rose rushed toward us forcing Howard to shut his mouth which was truly shocking he acknowledged Rose's authority at all. "Your voices carry, you know? What is going on, Lady Ariana?"

"None of your business," Howard grunted.

"I was not speaking to you," Rose hissed.

"Apologies, Your Royal Highness," Lady Ariana curtsied. "We had a small disagreement, but we realized Lord Zeklos is drunk so the matter can be handled when he is more suitable for civilized conversation. He was just leaving."

"Nonsense," Rose put her hand up stopping Zeklos from making an exit. "This is an event to raise funds for Her Majesty's project. Lord Zeklos must do his part as leader of our great country." She smiled sweetly and extended her hand. "You may go after you donate if you will not participate in the auction. We will accept a check."

Zeklos grunted. "You cannot force me to donate. It is called charity for a reason, and I am not feeling charitable after being treated like a child by a child!"

"A royal child," Rose closed her eyes and exhaled. "I do not think we should forget our manners, Lord Zeklos. I am commanding you be in a charitable mood, write a check, and you may be on your way. Or my guards can forget their manners and force you."

Mason and Eddie moved closer and stood ready for Rose's command. Lord Zeklos looked around at those of us gathered. When he saw no one was going to defy the Princess, he knew he was on his own and had no option but to follow her command. He mumbled something under his breath and hastily took his checkbook from his vest pocket. Once done, he handed the check to Rose and made for the exit.

"Not so fast," Rose called him back. She frowned at the check. "This measly amount will barely cover supplies for a month. Add another zero, Lord Zeklos. Her Majesty will be truly pleased at your charitable heart."

Zeklos said nothing but instead took the check back and did as he was told.

"Don't forget to bow to Her Royal Highness," Mason stood in his path when Zeklos once again tried to make his exit.

"Your Highness," Zeklos said through his teeth bowing low and then stomping out of Lady Ariana's home.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Lord Dashkov started apologizing profusely for Howard's behavior. Lady Ariana jumped in as well promising to make up for the sour moment to the Princess. Rose calmed them down and made us return to the ballroom.

"I must apologize, Dimitri," Rose back at my side said as we made our way towards the ballroom where everyone was waiting for the auction.

"For what?" I chuckled. "The show was entertaining."

"Not the kind of show I would put on for a diplomat," Rose grimaced. "Imagine if you were a spy and told the tsar a bunch of children is running the country. We would be invaded within the week."

I chuckled slightly unnerved. This was exactly the kind of thing the tsar wanted to hear. If anyone else reported to him, Rose and her country would be in peril because could these children she referred to put aside differences to protect their home? The answer was very obvious. "Good thing I'm not."

Rose stopped before entering the ballroom and took a deep breath. She straightened her dress and closed her eyes briefly. Lady Ariana, who took the box from me with a knowing look, directed Lord Dashkov to the ballroom ahead giving us privacy. Mason and Eddie were behind us, and I knew I needed a moment alone with her. It was time to tell her the truth about Lady Ariana, but I also could tell there was something bothering Rose.

"Can we have a few minutes?" I asked Rose. Her eyes were glossy and she nodded. I guided her towards double glass doors leading to the back garden. She held her hand up to her guards to wait.

We walked in silence through arched arbors with vines and camellia shrubs. Her hand naturally and instinctively held onto my arm. The dream continued where we could briefly get lost in our world and the companionship of each other. But the moment couldn't last long. People were waiting for us, and I had but a few seconds to be sure she was fine and able to hear what I had found out tonight.

"Is there something wrong?" I finally asked shattering the moment.

She shrugged. "Yes and no." She looked up at the stars. "It's just life… The life I have... I cannot complain too much. I am privileged and sheltered, but I am also cursed and caged. This was the first time I have officially faced the press without my parents. Also the first time I attend an event without them. I feel exposed and unprepared. I wonder if hiding all these years from the press and public life has handicapped me."

I nodded. "I felt your body tense next to me, but when I looked at you," I stopped walking and tilted her head towards me. "You were mesmerizing. Perhaps you felt the tension and pressure, and that is fine. But you handled yourself very well. You should be proud."

"You mean it?" Her lips, a second ago in a pout, parted with a smile. "I thought everyone could see how nervous I felt. I thought tomorrow I will see my face plastered on the newspaper with wide eyes and headlines of how lost I looked."

"No," I cupped her cheek. "You were perfect, Roza."

Her cheeks blushed immediately and she avoided my gaze. "I was worried for nothing. I couldn't even enjoy the food. I have been so silly."

"Nonsense," I motioned to a marble bench at the end of the path. "Even if you had years of experience in the public, I think you would still feel nervous."

"Not with you by my side," she sat and took my hands on her lap. "I feel very safe with you, and I dread the moment you have to leave." She closed her eyes and grimaced. "I mean… I know you want to go home, and I want you to as well. You miss your family, and I'm sorry, but I wish you could stay."

"I know. Me too." I pushed a strand of hair back and tucked it behind her ear. "For as long as I breathe, Rose, you will be my true love. Even if I cannot be with you, I will think of you and pray to all gods for your safety and happiness."

I hadn't meant to say all that. I meant to only find out what was upsetting her, which I already guessed was all the attention she was getting. I meant to tell her about Lady Ariana, and the clock was ticking. Viktor and Howard were plotting to play dirty and deny Rose the chance to present her case to the King. With Lady Ariana's help, we could solve the issue faster, and I could be going home next week or month. I was overcome with sadness, and the words just came out.

Rose threw her arms around me and held me tight, and I returned the embrace. We sat like that for a while, and I closed my eyes reveling in the warmth of her body. There was silence all around us except for our breathing and the beating of my heart in my ears. If I could wield magic, I'd find a spell to stop time and freeze it in this very moment forever. As soon as that intrusive thought formulated, I dismissed it. Being a witch was a dangerous thing to be. Who could say Rose would continue to love me once she found out? The obsidian felt heavy and warm in my pocket like a reminder that I was playing a dangerous game lying to Rose. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times with the truth of my background on the tip of my tongue. No. I couldn't bring myself to tell her about Babushka. I wanted to stay in the moment a little longer.