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  Forbidden Queen

  Complete Series

  Dyan Chick

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters and events in this book are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Published by Illaria Publishing LLC

  Copyright © 2019 by Dyan Chick

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Artwork by Sanja Balan (Sanja’s Covers)

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Court of Secrets

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Court of Memories

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Court of Lies

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Court of Destiny

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Author’s Note

  Also by Dyan Chick

  Court of Secrets

  Forbidden Queen, Book One

  Chapter One

  Nani hummed as she twisted my long blonde hair around the flowers and jewels she'd gathered for today. Occasionally, one of the other servants would say something to her and they'd chatter away, full of optimism for me, while clouds of dread floated around me, threatening to block all the light.

  Knots twisted in my stomach, and I fought the urge to tell my maids to leave me alone so I could curl up in a little ball on my bed and cry for a while. If I thought I could get away with that in secret, I'd be tempted to try it. But as it was, half of the maids who were flitting in and out of my rooms were on loan to my family from my betrothed's household. How would he feel if they took word back that his bride-to-be wasn't thrilled to marry him today?

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror mounted above my dressing table. Another gift from the wealthy Baron I was about to marry. Nani and the others were turning me into someone I hardly recognized. The jewels in my hair were worth more than my family made in a year and the whole thing seemed superfluous. It was all for show. They wanted me to look the part of a Baron's wife, rather than the daughter of a simple Knight. I knew my pretty face was the only reason this wedding was happening and the thought made me squirm in my chair.

  "Cassia." Nani stopped working on my hair and rested her hands on my shoulders. "Today is a good day. You'll have an easy life and be cared for."

  I managed a weak smile and set my hand on top of hers. How did I explain that I didn't want an easy life? I wanted adventure and excitement. I wanted freedom and wind blowing through my hair. How much of that would I get as a Baron's wife? I knew my future would be entertaining nobles and running a household that was too big. Then, when children came along, I'd have to manage their lives too. My days of riding my horse and climbing trees were over.

  "You'll get used to it," Nani said, as if she could read my mind.

  I sighed, knowing I couldn't keep anything from her. Nani had been my personal maid since as long as I could remember. Apparently, my mother had hired her after my sister was born to help care for me. She raised me, spending more time with me than either of my parents. I was going to miss her the most when I left this house.

  "I don't want to get used to it," I said. "Why can't they marry Rose to the Baron? I'd be happy with a peasant."

  "Hush, Cassia," Nani chided as she smoothed my curls with her gentle hands.

  It was true, I didn't have the same ambitions as my family. My father was over the moon when he secured this marriage for me. It was a big step up in the social politics of the kingdom of Parlis. I wondered if things were different in any of our neighboring kingdoms?

  My family barely counted as nobility since my father had earned his title in the last war with Udena, our neighbor to the south. It cost my family more than we made to keep up the facade of wealth, but my father was willing to do almost anything to play the game of courts and politics. I wanted nothing to do with any of it.

  With a heavy sigh, Nani went back to fixing the curls on my head. By the end of the day today, I would be a Baroness and my father would get everything he ever dreamed. My marriage was his ticket to continue to climb the social ladder, his mind set on gaining favor with the king himself. Though, how a Baron was going to grant him that, I didn't know. Part of me wished my marriage was somewhere far away, in a different kingdom, where he would be less inclined to visit.

  A gentle knock on the door broke me from my musings. The activity in the room halted at the sound and every pair of eyes turned to the
door.

  "Who is it?" I called.

  "It's Rose," my sister called as she opened the door. She was wearing a grey dress that looked like it was made of liquid silver. The fabric pooled on the ground as she walked softly toward me. While my over the top expensive dress had been a gift from my future husband, I knew hers was paid for by our family. I didn't want to know what my parents had promised to obtain a dress of such quality.

  I scowled at her, feeling heat rise to my cheeks at her presence alone. She was my older sister, yet she was dodging this marriage for reasons that were never explained to me, no matter how many times I insisted that the oldest daughter should be married first.

  She liked to tell us she was interested in serving as a priestess in the Moon Temple, but I knew that was never going to happen. She was far too shallow to live a life of simplicity in a remote mountain maiden community. Her rouged cheeks and painted eyes were sign enough for me that her vanity was too great for that role.

  I could have used that excuse myself and volunteered to join the maidens, but we all knew I valued my freedom too much. Though, a cloistered life of servitude to a goddess was probably not much different than the requirements of being a Baron's wife when it came to making my own choices. My best bet was that my husband would travel frequently, giving me the run of the home while he was away.

  "What are you doing here, Rose?" I asked.

  "Cassia," Nani scolded.

  Rose glided over to me and one of the maids in my room brought her a chair. She sat down so she was across from me and stared at me with her large blue eyes. "Can't I come to wish my younger sister well before her wedding?"

  The words came out as sweet as sugar, but I knew better. I wasn't sure exactly why she treated me as a rival, I certainly never wanted the same things that she did, but that was all I remembered of our childhood. Rose constantly trying to outdo me, making me feel inferior.

  Fixing my best smile on my lips, I reached my hand out and set it on top of hers. My whole life, I'd dreamed of something greater than the manor we'd grown up in. So had Rose. Though I wanted adventure and new worlds, whereas she wanted riches and luxury. Despite the fact that we were so different, in the end, we both just wanted out. Away from our parents and on to better things. Who knew, I might even miss her when I was gone. "Thank you, dear sister."

  Her lips twitched, her smile faltering for a fraction of a second. She was thrown off by my sudden kindness, but only for a moment. Quickly, she composed herself and clasped my offered hand in between her own. "I can't believe my little sister will be a woman today."

  She leaned in, eyes sparkling with excitement. Gold curls fell in front of her face, but she ignored them. Looking at her was better than looking in a mirror. Everyone said we could have been twins. I think that was part of why she disliked having me around. If I'd been ugly, maybe she could have loved me.

  "Are you prepared for tonight?" she whispered, as if she wanted to offer me advice.

  "Lady Rose," Nani chided. "You shouldn't speak of such things."

  Rose giggled, then let go of my hand. "I hear the first time hurts."

  "It does, Lady Cassia, but it will not hurt long," Nani offered. "I'm all finished and you look like a queen."

  Rose's lips twitched again and I smiled. Her discomfort was sign enough that Nani's skilled fingers had excelled once again. I had no doubt that I would look beautiful today with Nani's help.

  "Here." Nani held up a silver hand mirror for me and I took it from her.

  My eyes widened at the sight. She'd woven my long blonde hair into a crown on top of my head. Tiny wildflowers added hints of bright yellow and green. Jewels the color of champagne and berries added sparkle wherever the light touched.

  At my request, she'd kept my face as my own, no added color to my lips or charcoal under my eyes. But she's dusted my cheeks with a fine powder that made my face shimmer in the light. "I look like a faerie."

  "Hush now," Nani said, giving me a stern look.

  I’d grown up on Nani's story about the faeries that lived in the other realm. It had been so long since anyone had seen them, that many people, including my sister, Rose, thought they were just a myth or at least extinct.

  Whether or not they were real, I enjoyed the stories so much that the world had stuck with me. Immortal beings of immeasurable beauty who could control the elements sounded like an ideal way to escape. Rose, on the other hand had always fixated on the darker parts of the faerie stories that Nani told us.

  Our parents didn't like the stories at all. They wanted us to be educated only in the things that would help us gain husbands and encouraged us to keep our heads away from daydreams. And here I was, on my wedding day, making all of their dreams come true.

  Two of my maids carried over the gown that had been an early bridal gift from the family I was about to marry into. The collar was beaded and covered in jewels and beads and lace trimmed the waistline into the skirt below. The extra weight from the embellishments made it the heaviest thing I'd ever worn. The skirts were made of shimmering iridescent gold fabric that reminded me of the fabric on Rose's dress. I wondered if it was the same material, but I had never spent much time learning the names of fabrics.

  As if reading my mind, Rose touched the bottom of my dress as my maids held it up for me. "This is excellent quality silk, Cassia." She stood, and smoothed the wrinkles out of her own dress. "Like mine."

  Another girl might get angry with her own sister trying to upstage her on her wedding day. I wasn't that kind of girl. The only thing that bothered me about Rose's dress, was the amount of time it was going to take my family to pay for it.

  I had a feeling the move was calculated, seen as an investment by our parents. I wondered how much of my own wedding was a trap set for unwed members of the Baron's social circle. It wouldn't surprise me at all if my marriage was a set up to help get a better husband for my sister. She was the oldest, after all, and would inherit our family's estate. The second child wasn't as important in the grand scheme of things. I tried to push these thoughts from my mind. I shouldn't care what my parents were plotting. I was about to be running my own household. At least I'd get my wish of getting away from here. Even if it wasn't exactly as I dreamed.

  I carefully stepped into my wedding gown and my maids slid it up my body. The dress felt like water against my skin. It was so smooth and luxurious that even the extra weight of the fabric didn't bother me. Practiced fingers worked through all the buttons that went up the back of the dress until I was sealed up in the gown that was to bind me to one man for the rest of my days. I tried to ignore the tightness in my chest. Wasn't I supposed to be happy today?

  The Baron wasn't an unattractive man. He seemed nice enough, but the closer we got, the more I felt like a wolf who'd been broken to act like a dog. In some ways, I wondered why I wasn't more like Rose. I never quite fit in, which made it harder for me. Things would be easier if I just accepted it or got excited about it like a girl my age was supposed to do.

  I turned, and the skirts of my gown moved with me in a whisper of swirling threads. I had to admit, it was stunning. I ran my fingers over the details in the bodice and down to the flowing fabric at my waist and took a deep breath. Wearing this made everything feel so real. This was actually happening. Perhaps I could convince myself that everything would be alright in the end.

  Nani set her hands on my shoulder and pressed her cheek against mine. "You look beautiful, like the autumn sunrise. I've never been so proud of you in all my life."

  The words were sweet, but it hurt a little at how much everyone was getting worked up about today. My only jobs were to look pretty, smile, and say the words at the wedding ceremony. To me, I wasn't doing anything grand or significant, unless you took into account the alliance and financial benefits this would bring to my family. I managed a weak smile, and nodded.

  Nani gave me a small hug, clearly trying to avoid ruining my hair or wrinkling my dress. She backed away and stared lovingly at
my face. I wondered if she was memorizing what I looked like. I was doing the same thing, wondering what life would be like without her telling me what to do and helping me with every aspect of my day. She would stay here, to remain in my parents’ household, while I was surrounded by strangers starting tomorrow. That was the one thing I had requested in all of this, to spend the wedding night in my own home.