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Camille crept past. The newborn queens in the bassinets were dressed in black and affixed with the colors of their gifts. Blue buttons for elemental Mirabella, and a purple patch for poisoner Arsinoe.
Pretty green ribbons for tiny naturalist Katharine. Even the bassinets had been decorated with items associated with each gift: a cloud-shaped pillow, a mobile hung with snakes and spiders, and a quilt embroidered with flowers. She did not blame them. Their lives would not be easy.
And then two lives would be over. Camille was a poisoner, like Queen Nicola, and Queen Sylvia before her.
Three generations of poisoner queens. Almost a dynasty. But instead of growing stronger, it seemed that the blood of the poisoner queens grew thinner. The Arrons flourished in their power, as well as other poisoner families in Prynn and the capital, but Sylvia was stronger than Nicola, and Camille was the weakest of all.
Over hundreds of years, the other gifts of the island had lessened: elementals lost their mastery over one or more elements, and the war-gifted lost the ability to guide their weapons with their minds. And the oracles. The true oracle gift was almost gone, thanks to generations of drowned oracle queens. Something was changing on the island and within the line of queens. As a queen, Camille could feel that. Not that anyone would believe her. The Arrons never listened when she spoke of queenly instinct.
They never listened to her about anything. They had been bullies her whole life, from the moment they claimed her from that very cottage. They shamed her when she failed. They did not let her rule. With each successive poisoner queen, the queen herself mattered less and less. The line of queens was not important, the Arrons said. It was the poisoners who the Goddess truly favored. In their bassinets, the new triplets hummed with an aura of the gift each carried, that energy—like a scent or a heartbeat—that linked them to the Goddess and called to the queensblood in Camille.
It was that which told her what she had given birth to, when she announced it to Willa, and named them, as though in a trance.
It was like a trance. On Arsinoe and Katharine, the auras that lingered were weak. On Katharine it was barely a hint. But Mirabella still blazed with it. The messengers have been dispatched? The elemental, poisoner, and naturalist cities, respectively. They rode out at dusk. A messenger to Indrid Down was hardly necessary anymore.
The poisoners were so assured of their destiny. Camille nodded to the baby in the storm-blue blanket. She will be the next queen. The walls of the cottage where the queens would spend their first six years, where she spent her own first six years, closed in, squeezing her out. Here they would play and have their hair braided.
Here they would learn to walk and run, and if they were lucky, to not love one another too much. And I was mistaken about those two. But they would never believe it.
They would investigate and look too closely. Camille clenched her jaw. She was still bleeding, and exhausted. For all she knew, she was slowly dying. But she willed herself to look strong.