Doyle moved enough so Sholto could put a chaste kiss against my cheek. Sholto wasn’t one of my regular lovers. In fact, we’d only been together once, but as the old saying goes, once is enough. One of the children I carried was part his, but we were new around each other, because in effect we’d only had one date. It had been a hell of a first date, but still, we didn’t really know each other yet.
Rhys came to stand at the foot of the bed. His curly white hair, which fell to his waist, was still back in the ponytail he’d worn to match his own jeans and t-shirt. His face was very solemn. It wasn’t like him. Once he’d been Cromm Cruach, and before that he’d been a god of death. He wouldn’t tell me who, but I had enough hints to make guesses. He’d told me that Cromm Cruach was god enough; he didn’t need more titles.
“Who gets to challenge him to the duel?” Rhys asked.
“Meredith has told me no,” Doyle said.
“Oh, good,” Rhys said. “I get to do it.”
“No,” I said, “and I thought you were afraid of Taranis.”
“I was, maybe I still am, but we can’t let this go, Merry, we can’t.”
“Why? Because your pride is hurt?”
He gave me a look. “Give me more credit than that.”
“I will challenge him, then,” Sholto said.
“No,” I said. “No one is to challenge him to a duel, or to kill him in any other way.”
The three men looked at me. Doyle and Rhys knew me well enough to be speculative. They knew I had a plan. Sholto didn’t know me that well yet. He was just angry.
“We can’t let this insult stand, Princess. He has to pay.”
“I agree,” I said, “and since he brought in the human lawyers when he charged Rhys, Galen, and Abeloec with attacking one of his nobles, we use the human law. We get his DNA, and we charge him with my rape.”
Sholto said, “And what, he will risk jail time? Even if he would allow himself to be put in human jail, it would not be enough punishment for what he has done to you.”
“No, it’s not, but it’s the best we can do under the law.”
“Human law,” Sholto said.
“Yes, human law,” I said.
“Under our laws,” Doyle said, “we are within our right to challenge him and slay him.”
“That works for me,” Rhys said.
“I’m the one he raped. I’m the one who is about to be queen, if we can keep our enemies from killing me. I say what Taranis’s punishment will be.” My voice grew a little strident at the end, and I had to stop and take a breath, or two.
Doyle’s face betrayed nothing. “You have thought of something, My Princess. You are already planning how this will help our cause.”
“Help our court. For centuries the Unseelie Court, our court, has been painted black in the human world. If we have a public trial accusing the king of the Seelie Court of rape, we will finally convince the humans that we are not the villains of the piece,” I said.
Doyle said, “Spoken like a queen.”“Like a politician,” Sholto said, and not like it was a compliment.
I gave him the look he deserved. “You’re a king, too, of your father’s people. Would you destroy your entire kingdom for vengeance?”
He looked away, then, and there was that line to his face that showed his temper. But as moody as Sholto was, he didn’t hold a candle to Frost. He had been my moody boy.
Rhys came to the bedside. He touched my hand, the one to which the IV needle was taped. “I would face the king for you, Merry. You know that.”
I took my free hand and held his, and met that one blue-ringed eye. “I don’t want to lose anyone else, Rhys. No more of that.”
“Frost is not dead,” Rhys said.
“He is a white stag, Rhys. Someone told me that he may only keep that shape for a hundred years. I am thirty-three and mortal. I will not see a hundred and thirty-three years. He may return as the Killing Frost, but it will be too late for me.” My eyes burned, my throat grew tight, and my voice squeezed out, “He will never hold his baby. He will never be a father to it. His babe will be grown before he has hands to hold it with, and a human mouth to speak of love and fatherhood.” I lay back against the pillows and let the tears take me. I held onto Rhys’s hand and let myself cry.
Doyle came to stand beside Rhys, and laid his hand against my face. “If he had known that you would grieve him most, he would have fought it more.”
I blinked back the tears, and gazed up at that dark face. “What do you mean?”
“It came to us both in a dream, Meredith. We knew that one of us would be sacrificed for the return of faerie’s power. An identical dream on the same night, and we knew.”
“You didn’t tell me, either of you,” I said, and there was accusation in my voice now. Better than tears, I supposed.
“What would you have done? When the Gods themselves choose, no one can change that. But it must be a willing sacrifice; the dream was clear on that. If Frost had known it was his heart you held most dear, he would have fought more, and I would have gone for him.”
I shook my head, and moved away from his hand. “Don’t you understand? If it had been you changed into another form, and lost to me, I would weep as much.”
Rhys squeezed my hand. “Doyle and Frost didn’t understand that they were the front-runners, together.”
I jerked free of his hand, and glared up at him, happy to be angry, because it felt better than any other emotion inside me in that moment. “You’re fools, all of you. Don’t you understand that I would mourn you all? That there is none of my inner circle that I would lose, or risk? Do you not all understand that?” I was shouting, and it felt much better than tears.
The door to the room opened again. A nurse appeared, followed by a white-coated doctor whom I’d seen earlier. Dr. Mason was a baby doctor, and one of the best in the state, maybe in the country. This had been explained to me in detail by a lawyer whom my aunt had sent. That she had sent a mortal and not one of our court had been interesting. None of us knew what to make of it, but I felt that she was treating me as she might treat herself if our situations were reversed. She had a tendency to kill the messenger. You can always get another human lawyer, but the immortal of faerie are scarce so she sent me someone whom she could replace. But the lawyer had been very clear that the queen was thrilled at the pregnancy, and would do all she could to make my pregnancy a safe one. That included paying for Dr. Mason.
The doctor frowned at the men. “I said not to upset her, gentlemen. I meant it.”
The nurse, a heavyset woman with brown hair tucked back in a ponytail, checked the monitors, and bustled around me while the doctor scolded the men.
The doctor wore a wide black headband that looked very stark against her yellow hair. It made it more clear, at least to me, that the color wasn’t her natural shade. She wasn’t much taller than me, but she didn’t seem short as she came around the bed to face the men. She stood so that she included Rhys and Doyle by the bed, and Sholto, who was still in the corner near the chair, in her frown.
“If you persist in upsetting my patient, you will have to leave the room.”
“We cannot leave her alone, Doctor,” Doyle said in his deep voice. “I remember the talk, but you seem to have forgotten mine. Did I or did I not tell you that she needed to rest, and under no circumstance be upset?”
They’d had this “talk” outside the room, because I hadn’t heard it. “Is there something wrong with the babies?” I asked, and now I had fear in my voice. I’d rather have been angry.
“No, Princess Meredith, the babies seem quite”—there was the smallest hesitation—“healthy.”
“You’re hiding something from me,” I said.
The doctor and nurse exchanged a look. It was not a good look. Dr. Mason came to the side of the bed opposite the men. “I’m simply concerned about you, as I would be for any patient carrying multiples.”
“I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Dr. Mason.” My pulse rate was up, and the machines showed that. I understood why I was hooked up to more machines than normal. If anything went wrong with this pregnancy there would be problems for the hospital. I was about as high profile as you got, and they were worried. Also, I’d been in shock when they brought me in, with low blood pressure, low everything, skin cold to the touch. They’d wanted to make sure my heart rate and such didn’t continue to drop. Now the monitors betrayed my moods.
“Talk to me, Doctor, because the hesitation is scaring me.”
She looked at Doyle, and he gave one small nod. I did not like that at all. “You told him first?” I said.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Then perhaps one more ultrasound tonight.”
“I’ve never been pregnant before, but I know from friends I had in L.A. that ultrasounds aren’t that common early in pregnancy. You’ve done three already. Something is wrong with the babies, isn’t there?”
“I swear to you that the twins are fine. As far as I can see on the ultrasound and tell from your blood workup, you’re healthy and at the beginning of a normal pregnancy. Multiples can make a pregnancy more challenging for the mother and for the doctor.” She smiled at that last. “But everything about the twins looks wonderful. I swear.”“Be careful swearing to me, Doctor. I am a princess of the faerie court, and swearing is too close to giving your word. You don’t want to know what might happen to you if you were forsworn to me.”