by Lauren Skidmore
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: May 10th 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
Princess Bianca returns to her court to find it poisoned from the inside out. Faced with mysterious sicknesses, power disputes, and whispers of impending death, Bianca turns to an unlikely allyâa former assassinâto find the antidote that will save her kingdom. But Bianca quickly realizes that she might not even be able to save her own life in this Snow White story.
My parents were sick.
That was the first news I received when I returned to the palace after nearly six months away. I was Venesiaâs princess, and so its ambassador. I was happy to serve . . . but not if it meant coming home to this.
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked, shedding my cloak and shaking it out before handing it to a servant. It was still damp with seawater from the journey. It hadnât exactly been a peaceful trip.
âAre they up to visitors now?â
The two handmaidens that had greeted me exchanged glances. âYou should rest from your journey first, princess. Itâs late, and the details can wait until the morning.â
I frowned. âNo. You cannot welcome me back by saying my return may aid my parentsâ recovery and then refuse to tell me whatâs wrong.â
âWe donât want to worry you, princess,â the other one said, throwing a nervous glance at her companion. Sheâd been with the palace longer and knew I would not be easily dissuaded from getting what I wanted.
âItâs too late for that.â I sighed. âWhere is my brother?â
âPrince Aiden went to speak to the Guard about the successful capture of that Chameleon. He was eager to see the killer in person.â
I braced myself. Aiden was in for a surprise on that front. âMaybe I will go rest after all,â I said, brushing a dark curl behind my ear and adjusting the purple mask I wore across the upper half of my face. I would miss the freedom of not wearing my full Venesian mask while I was away from court. âBut donât think itâs because you dissuaded me from seeing the king and queen tonight. Surely, if they were seriously ill, theyâd have ordered you to take me to them right away. I wonât disturb their sleep.â
âOf course, princess.â They both curtseyed.
âBianca!â
I cringed. Aiden.
âYouâre dismissed,â I said quickly to my handmaidens. I didnât need spectators for this.
They scurried awayâthough Iâm sure to only just around the corner so they could eavesdropâand I turned to face my elder brother. He came barreling down the dimly lit corridor, his half-cloak billowing out behind him. He wore the emerald green mask he favored when he was out of the palace so no one would bother him as the prince. The pure white masks of the royal family tend to stand out in a sea of blues and green.
âWhere is he?â he demanded. The head guard and a young woman in a green mask were just a few steps behind him. Looks like we were going to have an audience after all.
I was tempted to play dumb but knew that would only make him even more upset. And he had good reason to be upset; I couldnât deny him that.
âPlease hear me out,â I began slowly, my voice even and calm.
âYou set him free, didnât you?â He shook his head in disbelief. âBianca, he killed Evieâs father.â He gestured to the woman behind him, who shifted her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, a medium-sized brown dog with a fluffy, curled tail at her heels. âHe tried to kill me.â
âI know that, butââ
âThere is no excuse here! He killed and was willing to kill again. He stole masks and identities. He betrayed the trust of a kingdom who took him in. He is a criminal who needs to pay for his crimes.â
âHe saved my life. I owe him,â I explained simply.
That made Aiden pause, but only for the length of a breath before retorting, âOne good act does not make up for all the evil heâs done.â
âBut it proves there is good in him.â
âOr he is just trying to save his own skin by having you in his debt.â
âHeâs not as terrible as you think he is.â
âBut you admit he is terrible.â
âAiden.â I started to truly feel the late hour now and my shoulders drooped. âHe deserves a fair trial at the very least.â
âI canât give him a trial if he is mysteriously set free in the middle of the night.â
âYouâre being dramatic.â
âI think Iâm being understandably upset. I went from news of my baby sister returning home with the scum Iâve been hunting for the past three monthsâto finding out that the scum has vanished and has said sister to thank for it! With everything thatâs been going on in court, and now with Mother and Father illââ
âDo you know whatâs wrong with them?â I interrupted, both wanting to know and hoping to change the subject. Iâd bristled slightly at being called his âbaby sisterââthere were only two years between us, after allâbut was willing to overlook it in the name of the greater good of the moment. His accusations werenât untrue; he just didnât know the Chameleon like I did.
I might have been part of the reason heâd been captured, but we had a history. And that history meant that I owed him his freedom.
It seemed Aiden was as tired of arguing as I was. He answered, âThe doctors arenât
sure. Itâs not an illness theyâre familiar with. Mother and Father are on bed rest now until a cure can be found. They can barely eat and are very weak, and they both have a pink rash all over their bodies. It happened so suddenly, but no one else in court has the same symptoms, so we donât know where it came from.â
âHow long have they been like this? Why did no one tell me?â
âThey only just felt sick enough to admit it and seek a doctor, though Father mentioned to me heâd been feeling poorly for several days.â
I sighed. It was just like them to overlook any health problems until they got too serious to ignore. They didnât want to appear weak in front of the kingdom, and to appear human was to appear weak. In the kingâs eyes, at least.
âIâll go see them first thing in the morning. We all need our rest.â I gave Aiden a meaningful look. âThat means you as well.â I was sure his mask hid dark circles under his eyes, one benefit of our countryâs tradition. I knew my brother, and heâd been pushing himself too hard. Iâd gotten snippets of the unrest that had crept into our court from his letters while I was away, but it was another matter to see him in person.
From what I understood, the court was reluctant to accept him as their next ruler. He had no respect for tradition, they claimed. For generations, the royal family protected themselves behind pure white masks, fine clothes, and strict rules. Aiden wanted to make changes that gave him more personal freedom as well as control over the country.
âWeâll all of us go to sleep, and discuss things again after breakfast.â
âFine,â he begrudged as he turned, offering his arm to the woman beside him, who looked as tired as I felt, plus awkward after witnessing a royal argument. Evie, he said her name was. Heâd written about her. He had proposed marriage to her, and sheâd said no.
I was very curious about her.
âI am glad youâre home, though. I missed you,â he said.
I smiled. âI missed you too.â My gaze shifted to Evie, and I opened my mouth to greet her properly.
âLetâs save introductions for a less unconventional time,â he interrupted before I could say anything. He reached for her hand, tucking it in the crook of his arm. âIâd rather your official meeting be a more pleasant one. Or at least one where weâre not arguing.â
She rolled her eyes at him but offered me a shy smile.
âIf you insist,â I replied with a smile for her and a raised eyebrow for him. Its effect was somewhat lessened thanks to my mask, but he knew my expressions well enough to spot it.
He chuckled and shook his head with affection in his eyes. âUntil tomorrow,â he said, and we parted ways.
The halls were dim and quiet, but I could have found my way to my chambers in the dark. I rarely left the palace growing up, and walking through these halls now felt like slipping into a warm bath. I loved the palace.
Servants had already brought my trunk to my parlor. Normally, I would need help dressing for bed, thanks to the complex finery of the clothing that comes with royalty, but since I was still dressed in a simple traveling dress, I didnât bother ringing for a handmaiden.
Iâd missed my rooms. It had been a long time since Iâd been alone, and my rooms were the one place I was granted my privacy.
For six months, Iâd been acting as ambassador to Nishima, a neighboring country we had strong ties with. That meant that for nearly six months, Iâd been constantly surrounded by peopleâif not by the dignitaries I was there to see, then by my own guards who never left my side. Even on the journey home, when weâd been sidetracked by the hunt for the Chameleon, Iâd never been left on my own.
But in my own palace, in my own rooms, I was alone. And I felt safe.
I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched my pillow.
â
The next morning, Iâd barely dressed before I heard insistent knocks at the doors to my suite. I knew it was Aiden even before my handmaiden opened the door to reveal him.
âI said after breakfast, Aiden. Iâm stillââ
âTheyâve gotten worse,â he interrupted me, his eyes grim. âMother and Father. And another doctor, a specialist from Nishima, has examined them.â
He opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for the right words.
âJust say it. What is it?â
âBianca . . . theyâve been poisoned.â