not bothering to look at us. âWhy would you have a need to defend yourself from Grey?â
âDo you not recall the many messages that were sent to you stating that I was unwell?â Micah countered. When Oriana nodded, he continued, âSaraâs family and I had reason to believe that her father was at the Goblin Market. We traveled there to intercept him, but instead of locating him we were attacked, kidnapped, and drugged as part of a ransom attempt. Once we escaped our captors, Farthing Greymalkin approached us. The five of us were alone on the road, and he was accompanied by nearly a score ofiron warriors and orcs. I believe that he was the one responsible for our kidnapping.â
âAnd what makes you hold Grey responsible for that incident?â Oriana asked.
âAs I stated, he met us on the road, iron warriors in tow. Why would one of stone be accompanied by those of iron? How would he have known we were at the Goblin Market if he hadnât been privy to the plot? Moreover, how would we have been captured if Greymalkin hadnât offered his resources? I can assure you, those orcs were no mercenaries,â Micah said, a hint of desperation in his voice. I wondered what the penalty was for killing another Elemental lord.
âSo, instead of bringing your concerns to me, you killed him.â Oriana raised her head then, and we saw her eyes were red from crying. âI do not like those close to me dying.â
âMy lady, I promise you I had no choice!â Micah approached the dais and knelt before it. âI did not intend to kill him. Greymalkin lashed out at Sara, and my first instinct was to protect my wife.â
âWife?â Oriana regarded me for the first time, her head cocked to the side, birdlike. âWhen last we met, she was naught but a consort.â
âShe is now my wife,â Micah stated. I stood beside him, my hands on his shoulders. I probably should have knelt, but the crazy queen didnât seem to care one way or the other.
âI was once a wife,â Oriana murmured.
âI remember,â Micah said. âYour husband was a great man, and a great king.â
âDidnât Ferra kill him?â I blurted out. Micah shook his head slightly, but the words were already said. Oriana descended the dais and walked a slow circle around us, her fingers trailing across Micahâs shoulders and my hips.
âFerra did indeed kill him.â She sang the words like a nursery rhyme. âShe wanted to punish me by using him as her plaything. Even after his head had been severed, she animated his body, made it dance before her. But she was too rough, and his form did not last long under her iron touch. Then she threw me into the oubliette, so Grey couldnât have me.â Oriana took up a length of my hair and began plaiting it. âItâs why Ferra had Selene killed.â
âSelene?â I asked as Micah shot to his feet.
Selene Silverstrand. Ferra wanted to eliminate all of the female royal Elementals so Grey only had her to lie with. Selene was quite lovely, you see.â My stomach dropped to my feet, but the queen went on plaiting my hair as if we were friends at a sleepover. âShe even tricked Grey into doing the deed himself. Surely you knew this, Micah?â
âI did not,â he said, his voice hardly audible. âShe⦠my mother ordered the silverkin to protect me. I saw nothing of the attack.â
âNow you are aware.â Oriana dropped my hair and regarded Micah, her hands on her hips. âMay I haveyour word that youâll kill no more of my advisors?â
âAs long as they do not threaten my wife, they are safe from me,â Micah replied.
A smile touched the corner of Orianaâs mouth. âThat is a good response, Micah. A good response, indeed.â She began another, slower circle around us and murmured, âI trust you understand how damaging this is for