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Chapter 2
Robert startled Miranda by suddenly falling back from his lead to ride alongside her. She
struggled to slow down with him, a real shift from struggling to keep up. She groaned as she sat back
She was on a larger mare that she did not know and was not at ease with. Her own horse, she'd
been told, was too tired to continue through the night. Cleo was resting with other weary creatures and
In truth, Miranda was the tired one. She wouldn’t begrudge her old friend a respite, but her own
bottom certainly felt the brunt of whatever harsh traveling they'd done.
She ached and felt all the more irritable for the brief nap allowed to her before setting out on
this insane journey through the night. But time was of the essence. She understood that better than
anyone. And she traveled alone with Robert. His life was truly in her hands, placed there voluntarily
But then she’d never been very good at what she should feel.
He was ignoring her. He had been ignoring her for hours at any rate. Now he was slowing
down perhaps to rest the horses and perhaps just to give himself time to feel annoyed by her presence.
What kind of start to a marriage was that? And what was this trick he did where he went into absolute
emotional stasis?
She was bonded to him. She could sense his life essence anywhere in the world that he went.
She was supposed to be able to read his emotions as well, but they were a mystery. His mind had been
very busy, but she could not guess what he’d been thinking. He, by all appearances, felt nothing about
it.
Until she caught a flash of annoyance just before they began to slow.
“Can you calm down? Please?”
“Calm down?” What was he talking about? She hadn’t said a thing. She had left him to his
thinking.
“You’re hysterical.”
“This is your calm? Is this what I have to look forward to? Every possible human emotion
whirling around inside you at absolute lightening speed day in and day out? You’re feeling neglected.
Who has time to feel neglected on the way to war? You're impossible.”
He held the reins in one hand as the other scratched his head and pushed the hair back from his
face. He was tired but unwilling to admit it, and he let his guard down enough that it was clear he had
He did not ask for or count on a wife he didn’t even know was his showing up today, let alone
one bonded to him through irrevocable magic and bearing bad news for his troops and his kingdom.
He could be excused for not knowing what to do with her or what he was supposed to say to her.
“I don’t know.” There was something in his tone that made her feel like an irksome child, and
She could literally feel him rolling his eyes. That didn’t help. She nudged her horse forward so
that she was now in the lead, leaving him to trail behind. He could watch her back for a few hours
Perhaps vaguely it occurred to her that he was a king and she was supposed to defer to him, but
she didn’t care. She had the terrible feeling that she had cheated herself out of the chance to marry
someone who might actually care about her by tying herself to him, and king or not, she didn’t have to
like it.
It took her a moment to realize he was laughing out loud at her. This made her so angry that
when he ducked to miss a branch suddenly in his face she wondered briefly if she had somehow tried to
hit him with it. She didn’t know how she could have, even through magical means. She had cast no
charm. Just the glimpse she got of his near miss was enough to make her feel better, though, and
suddenly she was the one laughing as she settled back to a slower pace beside him.
“Miranda,” he said after a pause to brush at a scratch on his arm. “It is good to see you again.
You have to know I mean that. We were friends once, and I’ve thought of you often. But…”
She shook her head. It was dark, but they could see each other and the trail in front of them
clearly. The moon helped some, and Miranda helped some with her spells. “Don’t say what you can’t
mean. There is nothing either of us can do. No one knows a magic to reverse this. We will be together
“I’m a king at war. There are places I have to go where I can’t take you. We may be bound for
life, but we will have to find a way around the need for constant cohabitation. It can’t happen. I’m
going to send you back to the Daughters where you’ll be safe before the invaders reach our border. I’ll
come to you as soon as I can. It’s the only way this will work.”
She breathed in and out. She focused on keeping her emotions under control. For a minute
there, she thought he was going to hurt her feelings, but there was little point in that when the man
“No.” She paused to make sure he heard, and when she felt him fighting to clamp down on his
anger, she continued. “I will not be sent away. You will need me, and we both know the magic of the
bonds means there is a limit to the length of time we can be apart before we start to deteriorate or even
die from the trauma of our spirits fighting to find each other. How long do you think you would last in
battle in a weakened state? A few days? A few weeks? How strong are you?”
His anger gave way to concern, and the night grew eerily still around them. The only sounds
were of them and their mounts and the rustling of a breeze so slight it was almost imperceptible. The
absence of animal noises was quite disturbing. They were in deep forest, well away from any main
“You don’t have to go all the way back to your own House. There are Houses of Daughters that
are not as far from where I will be. You will be safe in any of them. I won’t send you so far away that
I can’t come to you if I realize I need you, but you will do what I say. How strong will I be if you get
yourself killed? How long will I last then? I was brought up by a Daughter, remember? I know as
well as you do that the magic lasts beyond a single lifetime. Bonded husbands follow their wives to the
next life almost immediately. What will happen to our people then? Who will defend our borders?”
Miranda shrugged as much because she knew he already understood that she didn’t have an
answer as anything. He had no son as of yet. If anything happened to him, the uncertainty that would
rip through the South would more than likely be its final undoing. Now she had to keep herself alive to
keep him alive, which was somehow more pressure than only staying alive for her own sake. The full
consequences of what she’d done in tying a king to her would take some time to process. That didn’t
mean she had to accept that he knew any better than she what to do.
“I’m trained for battle. I’ll be fine. I’m well able to protect myself.”
“You’re not ready. None of you Daughter soldiers are. Military training for Daughters was an
experiment. We aren’t ready to put it to practice. We may never be. You just aren’t cut out for
fighting.”
She shifted on her horse and had to lean over to reassure it when her sudden movement seemed
“No. You’re pacifists. You’ve taken oaths not to kill. We were mistaken to even attempt to
“But as a line of defense, you have nothing stronger. You must use us. That was always the
plan. The High Kingdom has fallen. The North has fallen. The magical houses in the East and West
have weakened considerably. The Daughters of the South are your best hope to hold our borders.
His frustration was so palpable it seemed to claw right into her. “It’s true that you are our best
line of defense. Your charms can protect our borders and our soldiers. We would have fallen already
had the South Crown not remained loyal to the Daughters and vice versa. But this is real war we’re
talking about. Not the games you used to play in the palace and not the simulations you’ve been put
through to practice. You are not ready for this. You are not prepared for bloody and dirty and cruel.
You will be unable to watch people killing and dying without stepping in to interfere. There’s a point at
which a good defense means you are going to have to let us kill them. You won’t be able to do it.
Protection of life is too ingrained in you. You’ll get yourself killed and the rest of us along with you.”
Both his voice and his mood said he’d harbored these thoughts for a long time, too long for
them to be entirely about her. He might be loyal to the Daughters, but he had his qualms about them
too. Maybe he had a point about the differences between their approaches to war, but would it not be a
better victory if no one died, and the enemy was simply forced to fall back when it became evident that
Of course that would not solve the problem of how to regain the lost lands and reunite the High
Kingdom, but it would save the South, and that is what the Daughter soldiers were meant to
accomplish.
“You feel this way, yet you’ve approved of the training program? You’ve approved of me
receiving the training? You may not have known how connected we were, but you have known for
He let out a long breath. “I allowed it. That doesn’t mean I ever approved of it.”
Miranda fell silent, but she knew her mood spoke for her. She had expected his resistance to the
idea of having her forced on him as a wife. She had not anticipated that he would baulk at her going to
war with him when that was what she’d been meant to do with or without the issue of marriage bonds.
“Even if it were a workable plan,” he sighed, “you’re little more than a child. Now is not the
She shot him a look that should have mortally wounded his certainty on this point. “I’m no
younger than any who first enter combat. I’m in fact older than most men or women.”
“You aren’t most. You may amuse yourself by claiming to be a serving girl, but you’ve known
only the South Palace and the House of the South Crown as home. There is no more privileged young
lady in the land. It was a great joke to me the day I had you named a captain. It was supposed to be a
joke for long years to come. You have nothing in your background to prepare you…”
She held up a hand to silence him. Something was wrong, something outside of her irritation
with him. They were not alone. She was sure of that, but she could not yet tell who or what had joined
them. They were cloaked and shielded. They were leaving no tracks. No mortal man could follow
them.
“I need a personal stop,” she said. “Now. At the first good clearing we go off the trail.”
He nodded, and she was grateful that he did not notice her fear. He was a little too amused and
smug at the delicacy of her lady-like constitution to have caught on that they were stopping for another
reason.
She schooled herself not to react as the sense of another presence grew stronger. Soon they did
veer off into a small clearing where she hesitated just long enough that he seemed to think she needed
help coming off the larger horse. She let him help her. The act, and his amusement at needing to do it
for someone who had just been boasting of her preparation for battle, distracted him. Once her feet
were on the ground, however, she straightened her clothes and put a hand to the amulet at her neck.
“There is a spring not far into the woods that way,” she said. “Take the horses while I take care
of myself.”
She waited for him to go just out of sight before she crouched behind a tree and tried to orient
herself to what she was sensing. It took only seconds to locate the presence. It stood maybe ten or so
paces from her, and it had also come to a halt. She couldn’t see anything, though, and this did nothing
This was a situation better solved by a group of magical women all at the experience level of
the queen herself, not one freshly of age Daughter of Peace and her mortal man. If she failed…it didn’t
bear thinking about. Nothing of good intent emanated from the life essence that stalked her. It wanted
Robert, no doubt, but it could sense her, not him. Otherwise, the presence would have moved on with
him.
No one should be able to sense a cloaked Daughter. Even another Daughter should only be able
to sense someone from her own House. No one from Miranda’s House would follow her like this. She
was dealing with someone more dangerous than she dared consider. Yet she had very little time to
Drawing in a deep breath, she clutched her amulet and prayed to the Mothers of Old and all of
the Graces known to them as she cast first the spell to de-shield, then the spell to entrap, and then the
spell to de-cloak all in rapid succession. She realized as soon as it was done both that her eyes were
closed and that she was shaking. If she had failed, she was dead and Robert along with her. She was
so petrified that she could not force her eyes open to meet her fate. She thought she may have even
been hit with an entrapment spell herself she was so incapable of movement. But somehow she knew
Robert was alive. He had to be alive to talk, didn’t he? That probably meant she was alive as
well. Miranda slowly released her breath and opened her eyes. A woman stood nearby transfixed in a
state of surprise. She had tried to react, but had been too slow. Miranda won after all. How she could
Robert paced around the woman, curiosity and worry both vying for the upper hand on his
emotions.
“Anyone you know?” He walked closer to Miranda and put a hand on her arm, his only
She shook her head. “She isn’t one of ours. She is not of the South Kingdom.”
How indeed? The magic of the Daughters came from the Earth Mothers of Old. It was tied
directly to the land. It could not be performed outside of the lands to which the Daughters had taken
oaths of loyalty. This was to assure that it was used for blessings and protections only. It was never to
be used aggressively. Terrible things happened when this first law of magic was defied, such terrible
things that no one really knew the extent of them. They were myths and legends, not known facts, not
Nonetheless, there was only one answer regarding who this woman could be. Up until this
point the possibility that she might exist had been only a rumor. The fact that she was very much real
was the worst possible news for the Southlands. “She’s a remnant of the High Kingdom. A Broken
Daughter.”
Robert whistled as his spirit instantly tightened, not with fear, but with that iron-clad resolve
Miranda was coming to know better than she wanted. “This is how they are hiding whole armies then?
They have recruited women whose loyalties were broken when Luther and the High Kingdom fell?”
The inflection in his voice said it was a question, but it was really a statement. He understood.
He also understood that he was dealing with something armies of men could not defeat. She thought it
Miranda flinched at this. “As you suspected, I must oppose you on that. I cannot kill her. You
would die trying. And I cannot use my magic to aid you in her killing.”
He shrugged, having already worked this much out. It only underscored their previous
argument on the use of Daughters of Peace in war.
“How long can you keep her magically entrapped here? I can send guards for her as soon as we
“The bonds will begin to weaken when I’ve left the vicinity. You know this. I can’t guarantee
she will not escape or be rescued by the time anyone could come back. I certainly can’t guarantee the
bond would hold long enough to prevent her killing off a mortal guard. She might do it too. If her
oaths are broken, we assume less than the worst of her at our own peril.”
He folded his arms across his chest and kept his eyes on the woman in question. “She can be
neutralized?”
“With enough Daughters working together, yes. She can be neutralized. It would have to be
done by a very powerful House like my own, but it could be done.” How they could safely deliver her
to the House of the South Crown was another question. It would take many days traveling with a
prisoner to go that far. That was not even accounting for the fact that they could not detour south when
Robert had a war to prepare in the opposite direction. And who could guess what else was stalking
them?
“Congratulations, then, Captain. You have a military duty after all. You’ve just taken your first
prisoner of war.”
“I’m not sure what you expect me to do about that, Sir. I’m only a joke.”
Now that the immediate crisis was over, she couldn’t make herself face the looming problem
ahead. All she could think about was that she’d missed her chance to be indignant over his mockery of
her. How dare he call her title a joke? She had earned it.
He lifted an eyebrow in the midst of otherwise impassive features. “That’s certainly the way to
needed to stop originally for personal reasons, but she did now. His laughter echoed behind her,
continuing to mock her. She wiped at her cheek when she felt one tear falling and was unable to hold
back others. Didn’t he know how much danger they were in? Didn’t he know this wasn’t the time to
She took her time, calling the horses to her before she returned to the clearing. It may have
been immature, but she waited to return to him until his laughter subsided, and he’d worked his way
“How do you suppose she got here? Would she have had a horse?” He knew the answer to this
as well as she did, but it was a casual question that offered a chance to ignore her state of emotional
“We’ll never find it. It may be cloaked yet, and by the time the charm wears off we’ll need to
have moved on. We can’t trust any animal loyal to her to stay with us anyway. We’ll have to put her
He ran a hand down Winter’s side and nodded. “We’ll put her on your mare, yes. But you will
Miranda stared down at her own feet as her heart flipped over and seemed to drop to the ground.
Why was she suddenly more willing to spend the next hours or days or weeks in close proximity with a
known enemy than with the man who was supposedly her bonded-for-life-and-eternity husband?
“And I’ll have more control of you if you ride with me.”
She lifted her eyes trying to understand what the tinge of wary affection in his fairly dark tone
was all about. He ran a hand down her arm in a gesture that reminded her of the touch he’d just given
the horse, as if he was checking her for travel-readiness. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with
here. We don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep her overpowered, or how long it will be before
more of her kind come looking for her. If she gets away on that horse, I’m not taking the chance that
“But…” Robert was if nothing else a logical man, a master of strategy, yet there was little logic
in this thinking. If their prisoner were to overpower her entrapment enough to escape, they would both
be dead.
“Your danger is my danger, remember? I don’t want you any closer to her than you have to be.
Miranda nodded and tried not to sigh too heavily. They’d been married for one day, and so far
she only brought him worse and worse news. This was possibly the closest she would come for a long
He busied himself securing their prisoner to the horse they would now have to pull along with
them. Now more than ever they could not afford to linger in one place for very long, but everything in
Miranda ached, and she would have been grateful to collapse where she stood. Somehow she had to
keep going. She even had to manage to be calm and unobtrusive about the fact that she would be
pressed right up against the husband who was already sick of her presence.
He handed her the rope he’d tied to Winter to give her a longer lead while he climbed onto the
grey stallion Thunder, admittedly a more powerful ride for carrying two. He leaned over and seemed to
pull her behind him and take over Winter’s lead in one motion. He waited for her to settle in her seat
and wrap her arms around his waist to steady herself before he urged the horses forward.
“Lean your head against me and relax,” he said. “We have a long ride ahead. You should make
yourself as comfortable as possible while you dwell on what an abysmal husband I’ll be.”
She buried her head against him. “That’s not…” She didn’t quite know what to say. She was
overcome with embarrassment. She didn’t know how she was going to survive this bonded marriage
business. It was hard enough becoming accustomed to being near the man without him knowing
everything that crossed through her heart. It wasn’t so much that she thought he would be bad to her
anyway. She simply feared how quickly and how thoroughly her whole life had changed. Surely he
“Shhh,” he said. “Rest as much as you can. No doubt I’ll live down to all of your expectations.
I’m not the same boy you knew, but there’s nothing you can do about that now. If we live long enough,
Miranda froze up with dread at his words, and she knew he probably thought it was because she
was imaging how awful he would be. In reality, it was because the enormity of his responsibilities and
some small comprehension of how little left over he had for himself or for her were starting to sink in.
He was a king at war, after all. He didn’t have time for a wife or her expectations. Perhaps she was
young and spoiled, but she understood the selfishness involved in wanting a husband who was hers
alone. Unfortunately, understanding was not enough to keep her from feeling disappointed by what
couldn’t be.
She felt the strength of him even through his clothing. She was trembling, and she did not
know if she was still reacting to the worst fear she’d ever experienced in her first true brush with
danger, or if she was this nervous about her proximity to her own husband. He seemed to think she
was still in shock. He said nothing, but she could feel his concern and his offer of his own presence as
comfort.
Her head leaned into the solid muscle of a solid man, and despite the dangers they faced, despite
the fact that she was the one with the magical powers, she did feel protected. She was nineteen and
someone’s wife. The last time she’d had any physical contact with a male was the day Robert held her
while she cried when she knew she was about to be taken from him.
“Don’t worry,” he’d said that day. “We’ll see each other again one day, my little wife. You’ll
be all grown up and the finest lady in all the land. We’ll sit by the fire in the palace library, and you’ll
tell me about everything you’ve learned while you’ve been away. And all the young nobles will come
calling, but I’ll chase them away and make sure that everyone knows the most beautiful girl in the
kingdom is mine.” Even in her childish gloom, she’d understood he’d been playing a part.
He was her hero prince, and he’d made her out to be the beautiful princess in the story. The
pretend story told by an indulgent young man to a child. He was a real prince, after all, with much
more pressing things to do. And she was no princess, even if he’d called her that many times. She was
Nothing about what they’d done that day, including the bonds they’d made, was supposed to be
real. He’d merely been humoring her, distracting her from her tears. Yet for no comprehensible
reason, the bonds did turn out to be real. She had seen her Robert again, but they might never return
alive to the South Palace, much less to beautiful days of talking leisurely by the library fire.
She had to catch herself when the trail dipped and she was jostled on the back of the horse. She
grabbed hold of Robert and straightened up before resting her head against him again. His stomach
where her hands pressed in was as solid hard as his back. He had been doing tough physical labor for a
Robert did not command his troops from a distance, and he did not command them to things he
would not do himself. His life truly transformed after the deaths of his brother and father. He was
right. He was not the same person she’d known. He was her husband now, but she did not know him
at all.
All the years she’d been living under his protection in what he so mockingly called privileged
conditions, he’d been living a life so hard and dangerous she could not fathom what it might have been
like. While Miranda and his mother lived sequestered among the Daughters, he left the South Palace to
live among his troops. Because of this, he won their trust in ways his father never managed, and he
Could a man who was trusted by so many be trusted with one young woman’s heart? Perhaps
not. He belonged to all, not to one woman. With that thought, Miranda understood that as long as she
was with him, which would by necessity be for the rest of her days, she might never see the luxury of a
This moment was perhaps be the best she had to hope for. Rest may have perpetually become
something that happened in transit with her head leaned against Robert’s back while they rode on
through the night with a dangerous prisoner in tow. It was for that she cried.
He showed little awareness that she was crying, but something about his steady, solid presence
next to her seemed to gradually absorb her fears and sorrows. In return, he offered not comfort or
regret or pity, but rather that hard resolve that seemed to be his emotional signature.
Strangely, what could have easily come across as cold-heartedness began to have a calming
effect. He chose not to humiliate her by reacting to her tears, and that was somehow the right thing.
She felt her own emotions synchronizing with his, taking on the same even rhythms, which might be
seen as dulling herself down, but it was more like steadying herself so that the two of them together
Soon, she felt her eyelids drooping, and she gave herself over to exhaustion, to trusting that
nothing bad would happen if she did sleep, to trusting Robert with her life for a time as he had trusted