Shalador's Lady

brought in a tray filled with food and another servant who brought bottles of sparkling wine and glasses.
    When told the news, the Keep’s Seneschal offered her congratulations and left. Daemon opened a bottle of wine and poured while Lucivar handed out the glasses.
    After the first toast, Daemon set his glass aside and called in two small jeweler’s boxes. “Here, Gray. I had a feeling you were going to need these someday, and it looks like that day has come.”
    Gray set his own glass down and opened the first box. “A man’s traditional marriage ring. Do you think it will fit me?”
    Daemon chuckled as Gray admired the plain gold band. “Darling, I know it will fit you. Remember our trip to Amdarh for some of the Winsol shopping? Remember going to Banard’s?”
    Gray nodded. “Surreal wanted to buy a ring for Rainier, and I tried some on so you could see how they fit.” He frowned. “Which actually made no sense, but at the time, it sounded like it made sense.”
    *What sort of spell did you wrap around him when you did that?* Saetan said.
    *Nothing much,* Daemon replied. *And it wasn’t around him, it was around my voice.*
    *Ah.* “Except for a court ring or a marriage ring, the only ring a man usually wears is his Jewels,” Saetan said.
    “Oh.” Gray narrowed his eyes at Daemon. “It was a trick?”
    “A small deception,” Daemon replied. “But with that little ruse, you obligingly provided Banard with your ring size. And then there is this.” He flipped the other box open and held it out.
    “Mother Night,” Gray whispered.
    When Gray just stood there, staring, Daemon tipped the box so Saetan could see the ring.
    “That’s lovely,” Saetan said. “And it suits Cassie.”
    It did suit Cassidy. Amber in three colors, set in a clean design of gold.
    “I can’t afford that ring,” Gray said.
    “The two rings are a wedding gift from the SaDiablo family,” Daemon said. “A gift to a Queen we admire—and to a Warlord Prince who has had the courage to live up to his potential. I hope you’ll accept them.”
    *I trust you have no objections to the gift?* he asked Lucivar and Saetan.
    *None,* they replied.
    Gray took the box that held Cassie’s wedding ring. “Thank you.”
    “Come on, boyo,” Daemon said. “Let’s sit down, have something to eat, and you can tell us every detail about your marriage proposal.” He and Lucivar and Saetan all laughed at Gray’s expression. “All right. Not every detail.”

CHAPTER 45
    TERREILLE
    T here was nothing Theran could do. The more he tried to hold on to the land his family had guarded and cherished for so long, the more of it fell away.
    Two weeks after the Heartsblood River Province deserted Dena Nehele and gave itself to Cassidy, one of the northern Provinces that bordered the Tamanara Mountains became part of Shalador Nehele. A week after that, the other Province that bordered the mountains turned away from its heritage.
    Only four Provinces left. A land that had held for centuries had been reduced to a third of its size within the space of a couple of months. Kermilla was almost hysterical in her demands that he do something, and he tried . But nothing worked.
    Nothing.
    When the news about the second mountain Province reached him, he didn’t summon the Warlord Princes living in the four remaining Provinces.
    This time, they summoned him.

    They met in an old barn next to an abandoned farmhouse. A familiar kind of gathering place, Theran thought as he slipped inside. During the years when these men had fought against the twisted Queens, they couldn’t gather at an inn without coming to the attention of the Queens’ guards and they wouldn’t gather at anyone’s home and put that man’s family at risk.
    He knew their names, but it was understood that no names were spoken at this kind of meeting. Foolish, really, when there were so few of them left they all knew one another, but that caution had been too well trained into them.
    “Prince.” A Purple Dusk Warlord Prince stepped forward. “I’ve been asked to be the voice of my Brothers.”
    Theran tipped his head to acknowledge the man—and to acknowledge that these men had gathered for a discussion at least once without him. “I’m listening.”
    “The day after I reached my majority and my training was declared complete, I walked onto my first killing field. I’ve been fighting for Dena Nehele in one way or another ever since. I guess that’s true for all of us