Born to Reign: Reigning Crowns & Daggers

By Cathrine Swift

Dathoviel, 1477 

 

Amidst dance and combat training, history lessons, and lectures on diplomacy, Brianna Carpenter finds herself torn between the familiar comforts of her village and the castle life she grew up believing could be hers–just days before her twenty-fifth birthday and official crowning as princess.

Unfortunately, her heart is also pulled in two directions. One being her first love, Drew, the handsome and sweet town doctor, and her current lover, Theo, the enticing and dedicated knight. 

 

Meanwhile, nineteen-year-old Henric arrives in Dathoviel, tasked with infiltrating Queen Amelia's inner circle while his mother, Leah, travels to Petrovia to recover the dagger King Spencer used to take Alaric's life.

But despite years of hearing about the land being his birthright, Henric remains uncertain–both of his mother's plan and his own desires. Is it possible to recapture the throne where his father once sat, and avoid the bloodshed that has plagued the kingdom since his ancestor's time? Or must he walk away to break the pattern of destruction? 

 

Dathoviel is about to be rocked by generations of secrets and lies they never saw coming in this unexpected and heartwarming sequel set almost twenty years after Let it Reign. 

 

The time has come to uncover who was truly Born to Reign.

 

REVIEWS

 

"I can't imagine a more perfect conclusion to this duology. Cathrine outdid herself! Born to Reign resonated in so many ways: from the sense of duty and obligation, to the hardships that always accompany a coming of age. Cathrine once again beautifully weaves character, relationship and political story lines together so that they create a perfect symphony."

 

"An amazing sequel that stands on its own and might even surpass the first book. Brianna, Theo, Drew, Amelia, Caroline, Henric, and the rest of the characters feel like a group of friends I enjoyed spending time with. And there is a beautifully diverse cast. Has a very satisfying ending but leaves room for anything to happen in the future... Here's hoping we will get more books set in Dathoviel!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathrine Swift
• Release date: Jun 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781738790715

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Born to Reign Copyright © 2023 by Cathrine Swift.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN 

Paperback: 978-1-7387907-0-8

E-Book: 978-1-7387907-1-5

First Edition : June 2023

Table of Contents

dedicated to Chelynne

A Note from the Author:

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The Queen’s Order?

ALSO BY CATHRINE SWIFT

gratitude

About the Author

dedicated to Chelynne

For reading every word I’ve ever written, more than once, since the very first book when we were sixteen.

And for being the inspiration for Olive, Bea, and so many others.

A Note from the Author:

Born to Reign is a story about truth, faith, self-discovery, and opening your heart up to all the possibilities the world has to offer. However, like in life, the path to happily ever after is rarely paved smooth, and the journey these characters are about to go on, are no exception.

There are a few things within the pages of BTR that may be triggering for readers with parallel or related experiences.

Triggers you may prefer to be aware of before reading:

Social drinking and drug use (cannabis)

Miscarriage

Colonization and indigenous genocide

Sex on the page

All of the above issues are handled with the utmost respect my writing talents provided at the time of publication, but if you find yourself triggered by anything during or after your reading experience, please utilize aftercare, buddy read with a friend, or take any comforting measures you may have.

Happy Reading,

Cathrine Swift

. PROLOGUE .

June 13th, 1464

Leah hummed as she tucked the worn gray blanket beneath Henric’s chin and stroked the dark hair back from his forehead. The six-year-old was drowsy, blinking slowly as he smiled up at her.  

Did you have fun today? she asked gently. 

He nodded. Yes! The fish was delicious. 

And isn’t it wonderful that you caught it with your own hands? That you prepared it your very self? 

I’m going to tell everyone at school tomorrow. He grinned proudly.  

She did her best to match the brightness of his smile, still a little nervous about him being in a classroom. For so long, he’d been just hers. Sharing him and letting other people influence him... It all made her nervous.  

I’m sure all your friends will love hearing about your adventure. Next week, you will learn how to ride a horse. 

Henric wiggled with excitement.  

Without a saddle, right? 

Leah nodded. Now sleep, my son. The day will arrive quicker than we’d like. 

She stood to extinguish the lantern hanging above his bed, but he reached for her, fingers wrapping around her wrist and tugging her back down.  

"Can you tell me the story, nikâwiy?" 

Which one?

The story of us. 

Leah gestured for him to make room for her before lying down next to him, ensuring to tuck him back in. The chilly sea air crept through the cracks of their tiny home and the darker it got, the colder it grew. 

Having told him this tale countless times she closed her eyes and let the words flow.

Many years ago, before kings and queens ruled, and even before there were wild horses and rabbits, five spirits appeared.

Where did they come from? 

It was a familiar question, and she always gave the same answer. If there had ever been a different one, it was lost long ago.

No one knows— but, each was tasked with protecting the natural elements of our world. The first spread across the earth, ensuring it was fruitful and welcoming for the creatures who would live there. The second swam through the lakes, streams, springs, and oceans. It ensured there were enough fish and that the waterfalls never ran dry. 

And the third? 

The third was his favorite.

He breathed and danced on the wind, helping spread seeds and molding the land into what we see today. The fourth birthed fire, keeping everything warm and fed. 

What about the fifth?  

His fluttering lids hinted he couldn’t stay awake much longer, so she wrapped her arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Who knew how many bedtimes they had left like this? He was already so big. 

The fifth spirit was created by the other four. They came together, bringing earth, air, water, and fire into one, producing a shape never seen before. The very thing inside your chest that beats faster when you run, or slower when you sleep. 

My heart.  

She rubbed her free hand on his chest, feeling the little excited pounding beneath his thin tunic. The fifth spirit, borne of heart, was charged with weaving passion and inspiration and love throughout all the lands. 

Henric nodded, eyes fully closed now, lips parted slightly.  

And that’s how I was created?  

Yes. The original spirits joined once more and invited Heart into the center of them. They brought forth the elements one more time, this time birthing the first human. Only the product was not what they envisioned. It was too powerful. The spirits tried to figure out what they did wrong, poking and prodding and tugging at the new human with its oversized heart. They argued amongst themselves and ended up ripping the poor thing in two. Heart split right down the middle as well. 

Henric cuddled his face into her chest. But everything was going to be okay? 

Of course, she whispered, rubbing his back as his breath evened once more. "Heart was strong. It is strong. It could survive as two halves. The two Heart halves in the new human bodies worked together with the spirits, and soon families appeared all over the earth. They lived in harmony, hunting and eating and singing and dancing. It was a beautiful time, for a while." 

She knew another of his usual questions would come next.

But not our family. Where’s our family? 

"You are my family, Henric. As I am yours. No one and nothing will ever take that away. Ever. I promise you." 

But is that all there is? Just you and I? 

In a way, for now. But because all humans are born from the same two halves of the very first heart, we all share a connection, both with each other and with the spirits. We are never truly alone, son. 

But there is no one in town who looks like us. Who has the same brown skin as us... 

No, not in this town, but in others, there are many. There are whole villages of just people who look like us. The world is a very colorful and bright place, full of many kinds of people. You know how Mr. Reg has a funny accent? He looks like Mr. Blanchard, but they sound different. It’s kind of like that, only it’s our skin because we come from a certain place. 

Dathoviel? 

Leah refused to flinch at the name.

Yes. That is where it all started, right back to the two Hearts and the four spirits. 

Can we go there, Mama? 

One day, soon. You will see all there is of the land and water belonging to our family. To you.

And all will be as it should be.

Henric’s eyes fluttered shut again. Are the spirits watching over our home while we’re away? 

A familiar spike of anger flooded through Leah as she thought of precisely who was watching over the land. Amelia and Caroline who had ruined everything for her. Who had banished her and her son to the farthest corner of the northern kingdoms as they could. 

Technically, that had been Spencer. 

It was all semantics, and they would all pay. 

So what if word had spread throughout the Northern Kingdoms about the fine job they’d been doing? She wouldn’t thank them if—when—she saw them again. It was the least they could do, living on stolen land. And one day, she would collect restitution, even if it meant spilling more blood.

"I hope so, nikosis. I hope so." 

He was asleep within minutes and gently snoring not long after that, so she carefully slid out from under him. The damp chill crept into her skin and bones as she moved over to the window, grabbing a knitted shawl from the back of a chair as she went. A quick check told her the window wasn’t ajar. It was just this house that was cold. It had been anytime the sun went down the last six years. 

She was grateful to have a home, though, and that the old man at the dock when she’d gotten off the ship pregnant had taken pity on her and helped her get set up. Without his kindness, she had no idea where she and Henric would be. Certainly not as healthy and safe as they were. She could accommodate the icy sea air if it meant she didn’t have to worry about where their next meal was coming from. 

Henric was getting older now, enough so that she had finally been able to start teaching him the things her grandparents and parents had passed down to her. She wasn’t the best teacher for most of it, she knew, but there was no one else. King Dathos had made sure of that when he ordered his men to destroy her ancestors' village. 

The dagger.

She had to get the dagger. The bloody thing had haunted her the last six years, along with the regret for ever letting it leave her sight. She had known what it was the moment Alaric had asked her to wrap it for him the night before his and Amelia’s engagement party. He had no idea how important it was or what it meant, finding it in the castle armories. 

What she wouldn’t do to go back to that moment and switch it with another. To have kept it close by, and all for herself. It was poor evidence of what had happened to her people, collaborating her grandfather’s story of the pale man who took the chief’s life. But it was all she had— and she’d let it slip through her fingers. Then right into Amelia’s hands, at least temporarily. 

The queen was no longer in possession of it. Leah knew that much. It had been on Spencer’s hip the morning he banished her. Yet another time she’d been so close and unable to keep it. Perhaps the third time would be the charm? She would kill the king with it, and then Amelia. Caroline too if it came down to it....

With them eliminated, Henric would be free to rule. 

And she could finally rest.

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July 27th, 1477

Brianna dodged the shimmering silver blade of Amelia’s sword, gliding across the gleaming, sleek floor in her slippers. She managed to keep from falling on her face, but only just. 

No wonder the queen wears men’s leather boots for training. 

Go again, Eloise ordered across the throne room. 

The queen complied. 

In what year did King Dathos discover our land? Amelia asked, wiping sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her honey-colored blouse.

Swinging around, Brianna righted her grip on the sword hilt. 

1410. Three years after the plague wiped out the indigenous peoples.

Amelia stepped to the left. And in what year did his son secure a trade route with the East?

Brianna’s mind stumbled over the question, and this time when she dodged the attack, her feet stumbled too. She landed on the floor with a thud in a flutter of lavender skirts. She shot wide, bewildered eyes at Amelia.

I must call for a rematch on that one, Your Highness. Trick questions are bad form.

From the corner, Eloise snickered. 

I must agree, said a new voice from the doorway.

Both Amelia and Brianna looked over to find Caroline, head shaking, lips quirked in amusement.

Why, hello, Amelia greeted sheepishly.

That was quite poor sportsmanship my beautiful wife just displayed. We all know it was Queen Diana, her mother, who began trades with the East.

Amelia shrugged and held out her hand for Brianna.

I was merely keeping our soon to be princess on her toes.

So why did I land on my arse? Brianna huffed playfully, rubbing the sore spot as she stood.

Amelia chuckled and held her hand out for Brianna’s sword, securing it back in its sheath before laying it on the weapons table.

Well done, Miss Carpenter, Eloise said, pushing away from the wall and straightening her signature leather vest. Just in time. 

Another fight night? Amelia asked.

Eloise nodded. Kwan and I had no idea it would become so popular. 

One of these days we’ll make it out, Caroline promised. Though we do have the tournament to look forward to. 

Oh yes, the tournament. What an idea that had been, all the knights beating one another up for a dance with Brianna at her coronation. As if she would refuse to dance with anyone. 

Everyone is quite excited, Eloise said. Been good for morale. Speaking of, I must go check on the knights now. Wish me luck. 

Any luck finding your replacement? Brianna asked. 

Eloise smirked. Oh, I have a couple people in mind.

Brianna was curious if Theo was one of them, but knew she couldn’t ask, so she waved the constable farewell along with the queen and duchess.

"You were excellent today, Amelia reiterated, beaming proudly. Of the thirty questions I asked, you only missed that last one." 

Which hardly counts, as it was a trick, Caroline pointed out, approaching.

Brianna watched as the two wives shared a kiss and the duchess tucked a group of dark curls behind Amelia’s ear. There were strands of silver woven throughout that became more noticeable with each year.  

Amelia turned back to Brianna. She is right, of course. However, you must remember, Brianna, not every fight you encounter will be fair. You cannot trust your opponent to play by the rules.  

Brianna nodded and curtsied.  

Of course, thank you for the lesson, Your Highness.  

Are you excited for your birthday celebration in a few days? Caroline asked.  

I’m rather nervous, actually. The thought of everyone staring when you present me as the official heir and princess.... Hardly an everyday occasion.  

Would you rather we rescheduled until after your birthday? So you might enjoy turning twenty-five stress-free? Amelia asked sincerely.  

Brianna shook her head. No, I will be alright. Just nerves. That’s normal, right?   

Of course, Caroline said.  

Most certainly, Amelia chimed in simultaneously.  

Brianna’s cheeks warmed from how the two women looked at her. It was so similar to her own parents’ gaze. Loving, warm, supportive, and understanding.

Her parents...

Dinner! she shrieked, eyes darting to the window, attempting to gauge the time. Father has some special announcement tonight.  

Amelia waved her toward the exit. Give them our love.  

I will! Brianna called over her shoulder, gathering up her skirts and leaving behind the two amused monarchs. 

Then she raced toward her tower. Oh, how had she forgotten about dinner? Just this morning, Liam had sent a reminder. As though it were still his duty to wrangle the three younger siblings. It was hardly necessary. Well, almost.... 

Her forgetting was understandable, though. Between helping with arrangements for the ball, choosing which fabrics Olive would use to make her birthday-coronation gown, and being sized for her first crown. Not to mention the endless lessons on history, etiquette, dance, and fighting....

Just listing it all made her want to crawl into bed and sleep. Surely her parents wouldn’t notice if their one and only daughter skipped out of what sounded like an incredibly important family dinner? Hamish could set up one of his charcoal portraits of her at the table? They were incredibly lifelike.  

She pushed open the door to her sitting room and took a moment to catch her breath. The closer her coronation loomed, the less time she had to see them, and it weighed on her heart. Since moving into the castle, she felt as if she were living two lives, constantly missing one as she raced back to the last.  

Torn between two families. Two homes. Two men....

The door behind her shut and a set of warm arms wrapped around her middle, but she didn’t bother yelping, knowing perfectly well it was Theo behind her. She didn’t bother scolding him either. There were worse things than an adoring man popping up to kiss you senseless whenever you needed it.  

How was your training session? he asked, teeth nipping at her earlobe as his dark bronze fingers worked open the laces at the front of her bodice. 

Amelia is pushing me harder every day it seems, she breathed. but I’m alright.  

That’s because she trusts you, he said proudly. She sees so much potential in you, Bree. We all do.  

She shivered at the praise, leaning back into him as his touch brushed over her ribs. Wrapping her arm around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to hers, she let herself melt into his kiss, forcibly shoving aside thoughts of anything—or anyone—else.  

Starting at her shoulders, he peeled her gown back and down, then helped her to step out of it, before guiding her forward into her bedroom. He kicked off his boots on the way, and they both chuckled, tripping over the items already shed. 

Her cheeks hurt from how much he made her smile.  

Since selecting her at the St. Valentine’s festival to dance, Theo Tanner had inspired countless smiles and earned hours worth of laughter from her. And Gods be damned, but he was a fine kisser. And then there were his other talents.... Which she had learned about rather quickly and intimately once their love affair began.

I’ve been waiting all day for this, he murmured.

Only his clothing and her chemise separated them now. If she was going to stop this, now was the time.

You might be waiting a bit longer.... I’m late for dinner in town. 

He groaned, but his tone was teasing when he said, So, you were just using me to get you undressed faster?

She nodded apologetically. 

Will you come with me?  

He nuzzled beneath her ear. I was trying to.

No, to dinner.

His body stilled. 

Probably best if I meet you at the tavern afterwards instead.  

She turned to face him, taking in the sight of his short, curly black hair and endearing brown eyes. It was his captivating smile, however, that always got her. Theo Tanner was undeniably breathtaking— and he knew it.  

You’ve known them your whole life, she said gently. And been to my home more times than I can count.

Not like this. He brought his left hand up, clasped with hers, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. I know they don’t approve. 

My brothers will come around, she promised. It’s only been a few months.  

Disbelief painted his features, so she pressed to her toes, kissing the frown away.  

I love you, Bree, he whispered against her lips.  

Honestly, those words still shocked her, but if this man was known for anything, it was his decisiveness. If he said he loved her, he meant it. 

I love you, she said in return.

But she wasn’t sure she did, and it cut every time she said it back. Distracting herself from the twinging in her gut, she pushed his jacket to the floor, making him smirk, eyebrows quirked in a question.  

"I thought we were meant to be getting you dressed for dinner. Not undressing me, Your Highness."  

You’re the one who took your boots off. And I don’t have the title yet, she reminded him.

You’re already the queen in my eyes. He hooked a finger under her chin, keeping their gazes locked. You always have been.

Her hands dropped to his belt and she tugged, bringing him flush against her. His eyes burned, the sentimental haze quickly replaced by lust as he undid his sword belt, letting it clatter to the ground. Then he reached for her, gripping her waist and pulling her back.  

If you don’t tell me to stop, you’re going to be awfully late for dinner.  

She shrugged playfully. You best make Liam’s lecture worth it, then.  

Hmmm. He smoothed her blonde waves back over her shoulder, revealing her neck. And what do you propose is worthy?  

Her thighs pressed together. She knew exactly what he was referring to. 

Perhaps provoking him had been unwise?

I doubt we have time for more than one. 

He pushed her down onto the bed before tugging the gray tunic over his head and sinking to his knees on the plush carpet. His hands snaked up her thighs, under the chemise, to grab her hips and pull her closer.  

Challenge accepted, Your Highness.  

By the second orgasm, she was properly naked and screaming into a pillow, legs quivering around Theo’s hips.

Worth it? he teased, brushing her damp hair off her face gently. 

She let the pillow fall away from her face, but she couldn’t speak. Could barely nod. All her remaining energy was focused on keeping her heart beating and pumping air through her lungs.

Groaning with disappointment, he slipped out of her and off the mattress, beginning the search for his pants. Eventually, she managed to press up to her elbows, watching as he re-latched his belt. 

Quite late, she mumbled, realizing quickly it wasn’t a full statement.

He grinned, pleased with himself, and held out his hand.  

In my experience, your plum gown is the fastest to get off. After pulling her to her feet, he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, then turned her naked body towards the wardrobe, propelling her forward. Should be the quickest to get on as well, I imagine. 

Brianna steadied her weak knees and opened the wardrobe. Reaching for the gown he suggested, she quickly snatched the matching slippers from the bottom shelf, eyeing his reflection in her oval mirror as he pulled his tunic on, watching her.   

Are you truly certain about missing dinner? 

He nodded, eyes roaming her body. His gaze was all very primal and she should be offended, being ogled in such a way, but she couldn’t be bothered. Whatever it was about him that called to the carnal needs of her own feminine desire made her only crave more of it.

Not unless you wish me to ravish you atop your mother’s illustrious pork roast.  

Hannah surveyed the long wooden family table, one arm crossed over her ribs, propping her left hand up to her mouth where she promptly gnawed at her thumbnail. 

Everything had to be perfect.

Deep breath, darling, William said from across the table, setting a tray of meat and potatoes she had prepared earlier in the middle.  

Unconsciously, Hannah straightened an already straight fork.  

Do you think they will take it well?  

He smiled.

We raised our children well. They will support us just as we’ve always supported them. Besides, it’s time. Surely they know that.  

Yes.

It was foolish, being so nervous, but her children were growing up–grown up–and weren’t as predictable as they had been in their youth. 

William circled the table and took her in his arms. There is nothing I want more than to wake up slowly next to you every morning and not rush out of here. To finally live our lives together, the way we’ve always wanted. 

She smiled and pressed her cheek to his chest, the white linen shirt he wore smelling of sawdust and pine. Would his scent change without him working in the forest every day?

Yes, that will be nice. 

After a few moments he coaxed her face upwards with the tip of his nose, smiling down at her. 

The late nights won’t be terrible either. 

How pleasantly odd it would be, finally having their little home to themselves again and on their own schedules after all these years. There would be nothing and no one to truly answer to with the children moving on with their lives. Even Winslow, who was already twenty-one, had moved out. He wasn’t fully on his own, which helped ease his absence, though she wished he looked happier about it. Of all her sons, he was the one she most worried about reacting poorly to William’s news tonight. Hamish probably wouldn’t be too keen either.

Liam, however....

The cabin door swung open, evening summer air filling the space as Liam Carpenter, their eldest son, trudged in.  

Evening, Ma. I finished up at the barn about an hour ago, he reported, dropping on the bench next to the door and removing his boots. Things appear to be moving steady.

William beamed almost childishly, pleased to be passing on his legacy and making at least one of his children’s dreams come true. Thanks, son.

Just as Liam stood, the door swung open again, nearly cracking him in the nose as Brianna burst in. He avoided it by throwing himself onto the bench. 

I’m here! she announced, not bothering to remove her shoes as she enveloped both parents in a warm hug. So sorry I’m late. 

It’s alright dear, Hannah said, smoothing her hair back. You’re the second to arrive. 

Excellent.

She grinned and turned, looking for whichever sibling had beaten her to the punch.  

The door swung closed, revealing a pouting Liam. As he and Brianna playfully bantered back and forth, each removing their cloaks and getting settled around the table, William’s arm slipped back around Hannah’s waist, tugging her against his side.  

I wager Hamish will be next. 

She recognized the familiar glint in his eyes. Do you now? 

Care to bet against him? 

Hmmm...

Hannah eyed the now closed door, almost hoping it would swing open again and give her an answer. They should be arriving together. 

Only if they left together, he pointed out. 

After a full minute of the door remaining closed, she gave in. You have yourself a deal, darling. If you win and Hamish arrives next, I’ll wash the dishes tonight. 

He pressed a kiss to her temple. And if it’s Winslow? 

I get a massage. A real one, not some shoddy two-minute attempt where you end up distracting me. 

A chuckle escaped his lips, ghosting over her graying ginger hair. I agree to the terms. Shall we seal with a kiss? 

She turned to him, pleased to find him grinning. Well, we must make it official. 

Their lips met and she pressed into him, loving the feel of his arms around her. Even after all these decades, she never tired of it.  

At it again, I see, teased a new addition to the evening.  

Hannah pulled back, recognizing the tone in an instant. She beamed, first at her youngest son and then her husband in triumph.  

Welcome home, Winslow. 

William pretended to look disappointed at having lost. 

Theo! Over here! 

He turned toward his cousin’s voice, peering through the wall-to-wall crowd in the tavern. There wasn’t going to be enough room for the fighter’s circle if Kwan allowed anyone else in.

Sierra, he called back, arm raised in a wave even though he couldn’t see her. Meet me at the bar!

Turning left, Theo moved to the back of the room. Sierra was on the edge of the crowd, moving with ease, given most people seemed to shift out of her way. She didn’t keep her head down or falter under the glares from the women and the longing looks from the men. She basked in it, in fact. Or so went the façade she put on for them. 

Theo knew her better than that. 

It’s wild in here tonight, she said, taking his hand to help him out the rest of the way. How many rounds does Eloise have you scheduled for?

Three at least, he answered, resting against the bar. Kwan, man, there’s too many people in here. We have to come up with a different location for this. It’s getting too big.

The barman nodded, pouring drinks with both hands and looking spent despite the fact the evening had hardly begun. 

Olive mentioned the same thing.

You certainly can’t host the tournament here, Sierra said. They’ll tear this place apart.

If you kids come up with any suggestions, let me know. Kwan ducked under the bar for a new set of trays, organizing drinks onto them, then shaking his head and reorganizing them. Hiring a second set of hands wouldn’t be a bad idea either. 

Another group of villagers squeezed their way in the front door.

Sierra looked over at the barman apologetically. Maybe two sets.

Kwan was lost to a sea of orders as Theo and Sierra moved off to the side and out of the way. 

You didn’t go to dinner with Bree? she asked, sitting on the stairs that led up to the sleeping loft. 

Theo sat down beside her. I had to be here for the fights.

Sierra raised one dark eyebrow at him, her jet-black hair and deeply tanned skin so similar to his most people mistook them for siblings rather than cousins. 

The roster is voluntary.

Not for me.

Yes for you.

Eloise would disagree with you.

Sierra’s neck stretched as she looked around. Would she? Shall I go ask her?

Theo grabbed her elbow as she made to stand. Fine, I could have gone to dinner. I didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to, she repeated. Bullshit.

He sighed, resting his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped loosely between his knees. 

Fine, I wanted to, but they hate me.

The Carpenters don’t hate anyone. It’s almost kind of scary how nice they all are.

I believe they are capable of making an exception for the man fucking their princess.

Sierra smirked. Well, don’t say it like that. You may score a few more points.

Theo shrugged. 

Hamish doesn’t hate you, she said. And he promised me Winslow doesn’t either.

And Liam?

Sierra looked down, fidgeting with her sage green skirts. What about him?

Theo saw his opportunity to change the subject and jumped on it. 

Are you ever going to give that poor man a chance? We both know you want to.

Sierra dropped her chin into her hand. We also both know why I can’t.

How about I go for dinner with the Carpenters when you accept one of Liam’s many, albeit kind of pathetic, attempts to ask you out?

That’s hardly fair.

I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t know you actually liked him. He isn’t going to wait around forever.

He doesn’t have to. Hamish and I will be out of here soon. Then he can move on.

Theo scoffed. Or you could stay.

Theo.

What?

You aren’t allowed to make me feel guilty for leaving. You promised.

I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I’m just not going to pretend that I enjoy the thought of being here without you.

You say that like it’s always been just the two of us.

Hasn’t it?

She nudged his shoulder with hers. I take this means you and Drew haven’t made up yet?

Something in Theo’s chest clenched. Probably his heart, but he wasn’t going to think about it too hard. 

That’s on him. He’s the one that turned into an asshole overnight.

Sierra opened her mouth, then closed it quickly. A few moments passed before she tried again. 

It’s hard seeing the two of you like this. You used to be inseparable.

Yeah, well. He knows where to find me when he gets the tongue depressor out of his ass. I didn’t do anything wrong.

You sure about that? She said it like she was teasing, so he tried not to get too riled up about it. I know you’re both pretty stubborn, but it’s not like him to be so... so...

So much of a jerk?

Yeah. That’s usually your job.

Ha-ha-ha. I’m not a jerk.

No. She dropped her head onto his shoulder. You’re not. You’re sweet, and I know you miss your best friend.

He did. His and Drew’s friendship had changed over the course of their lives in different ways. They went from small boys who shared a bed, to roughhousing kids, to young men going after their dreams. And even when Theo moved out of the Hawthorne house to live in the castle and start making his way up from stable boy to knight, he made sure to make time for Drew. 

No matter how busy they were, they always checked in on one another, scooped beers from Kwan, or weasel Brianna from princess lessons to go on some kind of adventure. Like they were still kids. Then, after years of waiting, he and Brianna became more... and Drew changed.

They’d hardly spoken in months. 

Sierra! Theo! a female voice called from the crowd. Drew they’re over here.

Speak of the devil.

Theo looked up, catching sight of Viv, his fellow Order member, usual sparring partner, and new best friend. She was also Drew’s twin sister, which made it very hard for him to avoid aforementioned former best friend at the best of times. Thankfully, their friend group was large, so uncomfortable one-on-one moments were sparse. Un-thankfully, it was short about four members with the Carpenter boys and Brianna being at dinner. 

This is going to be awkward, Theo said from the corner of his mouth. 

Sure is. Sierra tried to plaster a smile on as she stood. 

Drew, come on! Viv groaned, her hands on her hips. 

I’m coming! 

Theo looked away as the dark-skinned man stepped out of the crowd. There wasn’t much point in acknowledging his presence because the gesture certainly wouldn’t be returned. 

Eloise has me in for three fights, he said instead, pointedly directing his comment to Vivian. You?

Five. She groaned. I don’t know if it’s a punishment, a test, or a compliment.

Theo laughed. Did she put you up against Bryan?

Viv took the list out of the back of her leather trousers. Theo had a similar list in his pocket as well. 

She did.

Then I would consider it a reward.

Drew sighed and shook his head, adjusting his satchel strap higher on his shoulder. I wonder if I brought enough gauze and thread to patch all you lunatics up. Perhaps I should run back to the house—

Alright, everyone! shouted Eloise over the noise. Hey! Shut up!

The crowd silenced into a hush, all turning their attention toward the front of the room where the Constable stood atop one of the tables, a long, curling scroll in one hand. When she was satisfied everyone was listening, she began again. Welcome to fight night!

Brianna beamed around the table, a warmth spreading from the potato and veggie soup in her stomach and throughout her body. It was always lovely being around the table with her family again. If she closed her eyes and listened to the chattering and scraping of spoons against bowls, she could almost picture her brothers as young boys again, rather than men.  

She had been asked numerous times which of her brothers was her favorite, mostly by them, but how could she ever answer such a horrendous question? They were all so wonderful and frustrating in their own lovely ways.  

Of the three, she and Liam were the most alike. He, being the eldest, and she as the only daughter, gave them a certain unspoken edge over their younger siblings. Where they could have chosen to compete, they instead teamed up. He was perhaps her most trusted friend and all she wanted was to see him happy. Just as he wanted for her. 

Then there was Hamish. She understood his passion for life, a trait they’d both inherited from their mother. And while she didn’t have an artistic bone in her body, she appreciated the unique ways he expressed himself. She wasn’t pleased with his plans of leaving Dathoviel before the snow fell, but she couldn’t hold him back either. 

The youngest of them was Winslow, and she loved him dearly, even if they agreed on very little. It always seemed like he was far away, lost in his own mind, and with a heavy weight on his shoulders. Still, when they did talk, he had a talent for helping her see things from a different perspective.

Yes, there was certainly no way she could choose which was her favorite, but she did take great comfort in knowing she had no competition for favorite sister. 

By the time the pork roast had been cleared from everyone’s plates and the caramel coffee cake was served, the usual catching up had passed. All eyes moved to William as he cleared his throat and stood, suddenly looking nervous.  

Well, children. First off, I’d like to thank you all for joining your mother and me here tonight. 

He set a hand on Hannah’s shoulder, which she quickly reached up to pat in encouragement. Brianna’s heart soared as they exchanged a gentle, loving look. 

Did she and Theo look like that? Had she and Drew?

Is this good news? Liam hedged. Or bad? 

Hopefully good, depending how you react, their mother said, almost forcing a smile.  

I have decided to step away from building come autumn, William announced in a rush. Liam, you and your brothers will officially be in charge. 

Liam rose to his feet, wrapping his father in an excited hug.  

Thank you! 

Of course, son. You’ve worked hard under me for so long. It’s more than time for you to take over. 

Grinning, Brianna turned to her other brothers. Upon seeing their faces the joyful butterflies in her stomach fluttered away into nothingness. Hamish’s fork poked at the final piece of coffee cake and Winslow’s eyes were downcast, hands in his lap.

Boys, Hannah said softly, but pointedly– the way only a mother could. Would you like to say anything? 

The air hung heavy and still all of a sudden. Brianna didn’t know what to do, but felt it her responsibility to fix it.  

Well, I think this is wonderful, Papa, she said, standing and circling the table to insert herself into her parents’ and Liam’s embrace. I loved growing up in the village and pointing out the things you’ve built. And now my brothers will continue your work of making Dathoviel grow.

Hannah beamed and pressed a kiss to Brianna’s forehead. Quite right.

Winslow was the first to pull himself together. He held his hand out to his father.

I’m honored to continue your legacy.

Hamish’s features were no longer sad or grimacing. He simply looked blank, as he got to his feet and offered up awkward embraces.

I’ll do what I’m able to help before I leave, he said. Though we all know I’m far from the most capable carpenter. 

We’re happy for you both. Winslow didn’t sound much more enthusiastic, despite how sweet his words could have been with a different delivery. Brianna’s right. You’ve both worked hard to make Dathoviel great. It’s our turn now.

Brianna looked up to see her father smiling. He embraced them all, her at the very center of it. It was almost too warm and there were certainly elbows digging in randomly as everyone attempted to touch everyone, but it was also safe and glorious. And after a few moments, the chuckling and bickering began between her brothers, and the tension melted away. She didn’t join in with them though. Instead, she sighed contently, and rested her head on her mother’s chest, watching the three fully grown men acting just like they did as happy children.

. 2 .

Liam firmly believed it was his duty to ensure his sister reached places safely. That was why, once dinner was cleared and everyone had exchanged the appropriate number of hugs, kisses, and promises to visit for more than just meals, he volunteered to escort Brianna to the pub where she was meeting Theo.  

It wasn’t a walk she was incapable of taking alone, but as he reasoned with her, they might as well go together since they were all heading to the same place. As they walked arm in arm