Venom_n_Vow_-_Anna-Marie_McLemore_Elliott_McLemore
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TO DAYNA MARIE BRYANT,
PRINCESA, REINA, AND THE BEST FRIEND
TWO BOYS AND A GIRL COULD ASK FOR
(AND TO THE PRINCE WHO PROVES WORTHY OF YOU)
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CHAPTER ONE
VALENCIA
Of all the things my father taught me, this is the one most likely to keep me
alive tonight: Your hair, mija, can always hold more knives than you think.
I give my hair another twist and shove in two more of the tiny blades
I’ve spent half my life learning to throw. Tonight I’ll be getting close
enough to Adare’s borders to taste the salt in the air. Whenever you get
close to Adare, you can never have too many knives.
I learned that the hard way.
My father told me not to go out there that night. Just like he’d probably
tell me to stay at el palacio right now.
But my father had to know I’d follow him. He had to know that the best
way to get me to do something was to forbid me to do it. And besides, he
needed me. I’ve always been my father’s mano derecha, his right-hand boy
or girl or whoever I am at the moment. Whoever I need to be to sneak
around somewhere unnoticed or slip into a room I’m not supposed to be in.
I can’t count how many times I’ve showed up in disguise before he even
knew he needed me to go get a look at some dignitary’s correspondence or
a visiting prince’s books.
And that night, I dressed the part. I put on the most spectacular outfit I
had. A deep green gown refined enough to make me look older. A velvet
cape stitched with so many leaves of gold, red, and amber fabric that I
looked like I was wearing autumn. My best cane, ahuehuete wood set with
fire opals. Hair pinned back exactly like the most elegant ladies. All the
better to impersonate someone important enough to be at a negotiation
between two enemy kingdoms.
The moment I got to the edge of the woods, I saw the Adare boy—boy?
Man? I still don’t know. He didn’t see me, but I watched him. I watch
everyone.
There was nothing all that notable about him. Dark hair, gray coat,
brown trousers. He had a staff with him—a nice one; even from that
distance I could see the heft and the metalwork—and I could tell from the
way he was holding it that he used it to help his walking, similar to how I
used my own bastón.
There was something about the way he was looking around. Not like he
was looking for something, or someone. More like he was checking. Which
instantly made me think he was supposed to be an inconspicuous guard.
Someone I’d need to avoid as I went deeper in, where half our court and
half of Adare’s had gathered.
I should have already had a knife out. I know that now. But I didn’t. I
was looking into the trees to plan my route, how best I could casually swan
into the proceedings like a fashionably late duquesa.
So I didn’t see him do it. But when that light came, flashing hard as sun
off water, and blue as moonlight through ice, I looked back at him, and I
saw.
He was holding that staff with both hands, driving it into the ground. As
if he was putting all his weight and strength into keeping it there. He stared
into the light like he was calling it by name. And I knew. I could tell he was
the one doing this.
I reached to pull out a knife. Whatever he was doing, I knew that if I got
a blade in his arm, I could probably throw his concentration enough to stop
him.
But I hadn’t woven them into my hair that night. I’d rushed out with
them tucked into my boots, but hadn’t taken the time to slip them into my
braid.
If I had, I might have been fast enough.
The force following that light came hard as thunder after lightning. It
went through me and knocked me to the ground. The leaves of cloth on my
cape blew into a whirl. The force of that light was as hard as a current. Even
with the help of my cane, I couldn’t get up, not until everything had settled
and gone quiet.
By then, he was gone.
What that boy did to the woods that night took our king and queen. It
took my father. And every night since then I’ve known what we all should
have known: There’s no negotiating with Adare. All we can do is win.
I don’t blame the boy for everything. It’s almost certain that he was
acting under orders.
Still, if I ever see him again, he’s dead.
I slip one more knife into my hair.
The mistake I made that night, I’ll never make it again.
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CHAPTER TWO
CADE
I just couldn’t stay away from the edges that night. I hardly ever can.
Know where your lines are. See the maps in your mind, laid out over the
castle, over the battlefield, over the land. Always. If you lose track of those
lines, they’ll be in control, and not you.
My mother’s voice, my queen’s voice, as I’ve heard it my whole life,
pulled me to the borders of our land. That night, it pulled me to her, to my
father, to the Elianan ruling family and their advisors. Another negotiation.
This time with its venue in the most disputed zone of the forest between
Adare and Eliana.
I tried to spot one of our guards in the dark, or one of our horses. I’d
have even settled for some of the Elianan contingent. Their bright colors
made them stand out in moonlight. At first, all I could see were trees, and
some vague movement between them.
A loud crack thundered under my feet and a burst of light brighter and
bluer than sheet lightning blasted out from the forest, nearly knocking me
down. I had to hold Faolan with both hands to keep steady. I felt him
gripping the ground for me, keeping me upright like he does when I’m on
the battlefield and about to lose my balance.
Whatever you do, don’t let them take you to the ground.
My mother again, teaching me to be a warrior like her. I searched for her
in the burst of light, trying to spot her or anyone close to her. But it was far
too bright and pushed at me with far too much force.
As I squinted against the light, I saw a swirl of movement in red and
orange, waving like the flames of a bonfire.
I focused my gaze as closely as I could. I made out the form of a person
crouching, holding a staff far more delicate and ornate than Faolan. The top
of the staff glinted with what looked like small flames, and I was certain
that what I thought was a bonfire was actually their cloak.
I’d seen enchanters at work before, but nothing like this. One hand
extended to keep their balance. The other held the staff, driving it into the
ground, making the flames at the top pulse even brighter.
I knew better than to trifle with enchanters and staffs. The staff my
mother carried had been passed down from queen to queen for generations.
Its power was unpredictable even to its wielder. It had surprised my mother
more than once.
The light intensified again, like the roots of all the trees nearby were
sending veins of lightning out under our feet.
The enchanter lifted their head, dark eyes wide and fixed on the center
of the light. I could see her deep red lips and long tendrils of thick black
hair escaping from a twist I recognized as one popular in the Elianan court.
I memorized her face that night. And I’ve been looking for it ever since.
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CHAPTER THREE
VALENCIA
I slip through the dark, Lila squawking behind me like I’m moving too
slowly. She’s been doing this since she flew out of the tapestry. The only
warning I had was the sheen of her embroidered wings coming to life,
turning from thread to feathers, before she fluttered right into my face.
For a quetzal who’s lived a thousand years, half of it stone-still in a
panel of cloth, she has no patience.
I move quickly enough that the heel of my bastón barely sinks into the
night-damp ground. I may not get to use a cane where Lila’s leading me,
but this one gives me the best chance. Carved from palo de rosa, it’s plain
enough that it could belong to anyone. And when you do the kind of work I
do, that’s worth more than a cane set with a thousand jewels.
I pass the light-gilded windows of el palacio’s main hall. Dozens of
cortesanos gather under the rose-stone arches. There’s one drinking from a
cup bearing his family’s insignia. There’s another admiring his own
reflection in the glass fountains. Suitors, all moving in because their
families think La Princesa Abryenda is a girl in need of guidance, and they
each know just the man to help her rule.
They think Bryna’s weak. They think the king and queen and so many
of our elders will never wake from El Encanto. They resent that we’re now
a kingdom ruled by a teenage queen.
The palace feels different with them here. Usually, el palacio glows with
candles and marigolds. The walls shine with purple tapestries, embroidered
with our green quetzals and orange ocelotls. But right now the halls smell
like the perfumed coats of twenty rich young men. Among the
hummingbirds and coatis that usually roam the floating gardens are the blue
lizards and snakes brought here as gifts (Ondina and I might have stolen
them from the men who consider them nothing but shows of wealth).
Instead of the air spiced with mole, the corridors are sickly sweet with the