A Lick of Frost (Merry Gentry #6)(47)

Doyle stood up, carefully, holding me close, and trying not to move my head. He succeeded. I clung to him, not wanting him to let me go, even as I knew we had to separate.
Doyle and Hugh looked at each other. “Know that you carry the future of all of faerie in your arms, Sir Hugh.”
“If I did not believe that, I would not be here now, Darkness.”
Doyle lifted me away from his body, and Hugh’s arms slid under me. My hands trailed over Doyle’s bare flesh, so warm, so real, so…mine.
Hugh settled me as gently as he could in the curve of his arms, and the strength of his body. It wasn’t his power as a warrior that I doubted, not really. It was simply that his arms were not the ones I wanted. 
“I will be close by, my Merry,” Doyle said.
“I know,” I said.
Then he was the black dog again. He came to nudge my foot with the fur of his head. I touched him with my fingers, and the eyes were still Doyle’s eyes.
“Let us go,” Hugh said.
The rest formed a group around us. They closed in front as they opened the door, so that if there was an attack waiting, it would hit them first and not me. They were risking their lives, their honor, their future. They were immortal, which meant they had a lot of future to risk.
I prayed, “Mother, help them, keep them safe. Do not let them pay a hard price for what we are about to do.”
The scent of roses was fresh, and so real that I thought I felt a petal brush my cheek. Then I felt another. I opened my eyes to find that it was raining rose petals.
There were gasps of joy and wonder from the nobles of the Seelie Court. The dogs capered and danced in the fall of petals. The petals looked very pink against the blackness of Doyle’s fur.
Lady Elasaid said, “Once the queen of our court walked everywhere in a shower of flowers.” Her voice was soft with wonder.
“Thank you, Goddess,” Hugh said. Tears glittered on his face as he looked at me, tears that sparkled like water reflecting fire. He whispered, “Thank you, my queen.”
He walked forward with me in his arms, tears of fire glittering on his face. We walked into the next room with pink rose petals floating down from nowhere like sweet rain.
CHAPTER 28
WE MOVED THROUGH ROOMS OF MARBLE AND GOLD. ROOMS with cold pink walls with veins of silver and pillars of gold. Rooms of white marble with veins of pink and lavender and pillars of silver. Rooms of gold and silver marble with pillars of ivory. We moved always in a circle of falling petals, pink petals pale as dawn’s first blush, dark as day’s last salmon blaze, and a color deep enough to be purple. They fell around us, and I realized that the petals were the only living thing we passed. There was nothing organic in this place of marble and metal. It was a palace, but it was not a home for beings who had begun life as nature spirits. We were meant to be a people of warmth, life, and love, and there was none of that here.
I don’t know what the other nobles would have done if we hadn’t moved in the circle of that flowered blessing. They matched the rooms, dressed in stiff clothing of gold and silver and subdued color. They stared, openmouthed. Some began to follow us, like a parade that grows from sheer joy and wonder.
It was when I heard the first laugh that I realized that there was more to the nobles being won over than simply seeing the fall of petals. The touch of the flowers seemed to make them happy. They came to us with smiles, and voices of protest, of “Where is the king? What have you done?” When the voices died out, they simply followed us, smiling.
Hugh whispered, “I remembered loving Queen Roisin. I never realized that that love was partially glamour.”
I almost told him that I wasn’t doing this, but with that thought the scent of roses suddenly grew stronger. I’d learned that that usually meant either yes or don’t. I guessed that I should not tell Hugh that I wasn’t creating the flowers on purpose, and with that thought the scent of roses dimmed. I took it to mean that I’d done what she wished. I was content with that.
Doyle had had to drop back so that he was not right next to me. I understood that it was so no one would see and perhaps make a connection, but I had to fight both my feelings and the head injury not to look around for the big black dog. Hugh’s huge shaggy hounds helped, both by partially blocking my view and by brushing me with their muzzles, touching my bare feet and hands. One was almost solid white, the other almost as solidly red with only small white markings. Every time they touched me, I felt a little better.The petals rested on their great heads, then fell to the ground as they moved and snuffled at me. It was almost as if the dogs were more real to me than the nobles in their beautiful clothes. The dogs had been created from the magic that I had raised with Sholto. They had come from the same magic that had finally gotten me with child. The dogs had come from the same night and the same magic. A magic of making and remaking.
There were guards at the doors at the end of the room where we stopped. This room was formed of red and orange marble with veins of white and gold glittering through the stone. The pillars were silver with gold vines carved to look as if they bloomed with golden flowers.
As a child, I had thought the pillars one of the most lovely things in the world. Now I saw them for what they were, a stand-in for the real thing. The Unseelie Court even without the new magic had held the remnants of real roses. There had been a water garden in the inner courtyard with water lilies. Yes, it had also held a rock with chains fixed to it, so you could be tortured in a scenic setting, but there had been life in the court. It had been fading, but it hadn’t faded completely when the Goddess began to move through me, through us.
In all the Seelie Court there was no life. Even the great tree in the main chamber was formed of metal. It was a thing of great artifice, amazing artistic achievement, but such things were for mortals. The immortal weren’t supposed to be known only for their art. They were supposed to be known for the reality that the art was based upon. There was nothing real here.
The guards wore business suits. They looked more like secret service agents than Seelie nobles. Only their otherworldly beauty and eyes formed of rings of color showed them to be more than human.
Hugh held me a little closer. His hounds moved in front of me. I realized that they were tall enough to partially block me from the sight of the guards.
Lady Elasaid moved to the front of the group. She spoke in a ringing voice. “Let us pass.”
“The king’s orders are clear, m’lady. No one else is allowed into the press conference without his express permission.”
“Do you not see the blessing of the Goddess before you?”
“We are immuned to illusion by the king’s own magic.”
“Do you see the fall of petals?” she asked.
“We see the illusion of it, m’lady.”
I could not see what she did, but she said, “Touch them.”
“The king can make illusion touchable, too, m’lady Elasaid.”
I realized that they had seen lies so long that they no longer recognized truth. All was doubt for them.
The blond guard had stepped a little in front of us, helping the dogs hide us from view. He turned to Hugh and whispered, “Shall I call?” 
Hugh gave a small nod.
I expected the guard to take out a hand mirror or use the shiny surface of his blade, but he didn’t. He reached into the leather pouch at his side and took out a very modern cell phone.
I must have looked surprised because he said, “We have reception near this room. It’s why we put the press in here.”
It was perfectly logical. He moved back, and others moved, gracefully, to help hide him from the view of the guards before the doors.
He spoke quietly, “We are outside the doors with the injured princess. The guards will not let us pass.”
One of the guards near the door said, “Go back to your rooms. None of you have any business here.”
The blond guard said, “Yes. Yes. No.” He folded the phone shut, placed it back in his leather bag, and took his post at our side. He whispered to Hugh, so quietly that even I couldn’t hear it.
The group of nobles and their hounds bunched up around me. If it came to an actual fight with swords and magic, they had left themselves no room to maneuver. Then I realized what they had done. They were shielding me. Shielding me with their tall, slender bodies. Shielding me with their immortal beauty. Me, who they had once despised, and they were risking all they were, all they had ever been, to keep me safe.
They were not my friends. Most did not know me. Some had made it clear when I was a child that they did not like me. They found me too human, too mixed of blood to be sidhe. What had Taranis done to them to make them so desperate that they would defy him like this for me?
There was a stirring in the front of the glittering throng around me, almost the way a field of flowers moves in a strong wind.
I heard the guard near the door, his voice rough enough to recognize among all the sweeter voices. “You are not allowed farther into our sithen, sir, by order of the king.”
“Unless you want to fight us, we are coming through this door.”
I knew the voice. It was Major Walters, head of the special branch of the St. Louis Police Department that specialized in dealing with the fey. It had been an honorary title for years, until I came home. I didn’t know how he’d gotten invited to a press conference, and I didn’t care.