Kingdom of the Sea, page 1
CONTENTS
1. 1
2. 2
3. 3
4. 4
5. 5
6. 6
7. 7
8. 8
9. 9
10. 10
11. 11
12. 12
13. 13
14. 14
15. 15
16. 16
17. 17
18. 18
19. 19
20. 20
21. 21
22. 22
23. 23
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 Madison Horton
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First edition: June 2023
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For Grandma
You’ve read so many books, it’s about time you had one dedicated to you!
1
Year 738
Day 14 of Summer
Luciana knew without a doubt that she was born to rule. Even at twelve years old, there had been no question in her mind—she was a natural leader.
She had been a natural when learning to ride, with dancing, reading and writing, and every other subject in which a young lady should be proficient. She’d excelled with music, too, mastering both violin and flute in just one year.
Luciana prided herself on being the best. With her nature inclining her toward being the picture of Askanese perfection, it was a shame she was only second in line to inherit the throne.
But as Luciana took a deep breath, she reminded herself perhaps she could change that if she simply excelled beyond what anyone expected from her. If she was already the best at everything she tried, maybe she could be the best at ruling, too.
Her lady’s maid, Alora, gently tied Luciana’s dress in place. The rich crimson of the velvet made Luciana look like the perfect future Reina of Askaña. Luciana never appeared in public with anything out of place, and today would be no exception.
“Alora?” Luciana asked.
“Yes, Your Highness?” Alora replied cheerfully. Alora was the best maid Luciana could ever ask for. She’d served Luciana since Luciana had outgrown her governess, Alora’s mother, several years ago. The two had practically grown up together.
“What is on my agenda for today?”
“Not as much as you’d prefer, I’m sure,” Alora laughed. Luciana sighed impatiently and waited. “The royals from Osmain are coming to visit today. That is all.”
“That is hardly nothing!” A new list was already forming in Luciana’s head. It was likely all taken care of already, but she’d still have to make sure the servants had arranged everything appropriately. Luciana didn’t take diplomacy lightly, and she didn’t want anything to go wrong.
“Don’t worry, Your Highness,” Alora said, moving to work on Luciana’s dark, curly hair. “Your uncle has already taken care of everything. All you need to do is play the part of hostess.”
Luciana sighed. Of course Nicolas had already seen to everything. He managed his household perfectly, as one would expect from the Rey of a country as large as Askaña. Still, it pained Luciana to be shoved to the backburner. Askaña was her home, and she wanted to help as much as possible.
“Do you know Camila’s schedule, then?” Camila was Luciana’s older sister by two years and, since Uncle Nicolas had never married, next in line for the throne.
“Her Highness should be in her study. She intends to tend to her daily duties until the Osmainians arrive.” Alora finished pinning the last few strands of hair into place, then set Luciana’s small golden tiara on her head.
“The Osmainians,” Luciana mused aloud. “They haven’t visited Askaña in several years.”
“I can’t remember the last time they came to visit,” Alora agreed.
Luciana considered that. “Have you heard anything about the reason for their trip?”
“Not this time,” Alora said as she expertly applied a faint blush to Luciana’s cheeks.
“Come on, Alora! In the busy servants’ quarters, you haven’t even heard a whisper?”
Alora’s face went blank as she tried to remember conversations heard in passing. Luciana didn’t try to call her on a bluff like she would if any other servant had claimed ignorance. But Alora didn’t listen in on others. She only noticed things that were meant for her ears. While that was a quality Luciana usually valued, it didn’t help in situations like this one.
“Nothing?” Luciana finally asked.
Alora shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry. I can try to listen and report back to you later if you’d like?”
“There’s no time,” Luciana said, shaking her head. “I’ll just find Condesa Esmeralda. I’m sure she’ll know.”
Condesa Esmeralda had set up residence at the castillo two years ago at Camila’s request. She seemed to have ears everywhere and know everyone’s secrets. Luciana didn’t know how Esmeralda did it, one of the many reasons that Luciana kept her ambitions close to her chest.
Alora shrugged. “You’ll find out what the Osmainians want soon enough, anyway.”
“Yes, but I want to be prepared.”
“Well, you’ll at least look presentable. My work here is done. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Alora asked.
“That will be all, Alora. Thank you,” Luciana answered. Alora curtsied and dismissed herself. Luciana took a deep breath, then swept out of her chamber. She needed to find Esmeralda.
The carriage wheel caught on a stone in the road, nearly tossing Daniel into his father’s arms. Given the circumstances of the ride, hugging his father was the last thing the young man wanted to do. He adjusted his position to keep himself as far away from his father as possible. It was insulting that he’d been dragged all the way to Askaña like an animal, with no choice in the matter.
It wasn’t as if Daniel hadn’t been away from his home in Osmain before. Only a year ago he’d been serving a respectable term in the military, surrounded by men his own age who cared so much for their country. Of course, being next in line for the throne of Osmain, he’d never engaged in actual combat, but it had been humbling, nevertheless. Daniel only hoped he could serve his fellows well one day.
Unfortunately, as soon as Daniel’s stint in service had ended, his father had started pestering him to get married.
“You’re twenty-five now, son,” he had said. “It’s high time you produced an heir.”
Daniel wasn’t averse to marriage. Most of the memories he had of his parent’s marriage were positive ones. He just didn’t want to marry someone he didn’t know. Yet here he was, on his way to the Askanese Castillo to meet his future bride, less than a season before their wedding was to take place.
“You look as if you’re about ready to throw a punch at any moment,” Antonio said.
“Don’t tempt me” was all Daniel said in response. He did not want his father to think he’d accepted his fate. Imperatore Antonio was a good man and, usually, a good father, but no one would guess it from his looks. While Daniel shared his father’s olive skin and dark, curly hair, that was just about all he’d inherited. An easily intimidated man might run away screaming if Antonio glared at him. Daniel wasn’t an easily intimidated man, despite his friendlier face and more approachable nature.
Antonio sighed. “I know this isn’t exactly the marriage you were hoping for—”
“A love-match, you mean? Like you and Mother had? No, how dare I want a happy union?”
Bringing up his mother was the only way to strike a chord with Antonio. Daniel had been poking at his father’s weak spot for the late Imperatrice since the betrothal was conceived, hoping the objections might eventually work and get him out of the arrangement.
“Need I remind you,” Antonio continued, unswayed, “that your mother and I were arranged to marry as well? We just gave each other a chance.”
“Like you could have changed it if you wanted,” Daniel retorted.
“No, that is true. But I am not like my father, Daniel. I will not force you to wed if you do not think you could be happy with the Princesa.”
Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost did a double take. Could this really be happening? Had all of his incessant nagging and complaining finally paid off? Daniel fought the urge to smile in victory. Antonio wasn’t entirely unreasonable, after all.
“Then turn the damn carriage around and let’s go home!”
“Not so fast,” Antonio said firmly. “You still need to meet her. Give it until the engagement ball. That’s all I ask. If after that time you still don’t think you’ll suit one another, you can come home. No questions asked.”
“But—”
“This is my compromise, son. Do not make me change my mind.”
“Good,” said Antonio, “because it looks like we’re arriving at the castillo now.”
As Luciana expected, Camila’s study was empty. Luciana fought the urge to smile as she quietly stepped up to her elder sister’s desk. Camila was hardly ever in her study. In fact, Luciana was there more than anyone else in the castillo.
Politics weren’t exactly a part of Luciana’s set curriculum, but they were certainly a part of Camila’s, and Luciana was going to exploit her sister’s absence while she could. Every day, Luciana would sneak in to read the briefing letters that were delivered to Camila to inform her of the news and pressing issues. Most people would have found them boring, but Luciana enjoyed learning about things like the annual crop yields and tax income. Her sister never read any of it, but Luciana knew everything that the documents contained.
Luciana picked up the day’s news. The headline read, “Strike Turns Deadly in the Border Regions.” Luciana had been keeping up with the recent unrest in the outlying cities, but most of the rumblings had been peaceful until now. The rebels were citing that Rey Nicolas had been taxing them out of their homes and having the royal guard publicly slaughter those who couldn’t pay. Luciana doubted these accusations, the executions at the very least. She’d yet to hear an account that could prove them. Minor rebellions like this popped up every few years and nothing ever came of them. They either fizzled out on their own or were crushed by the militia. As disturbing as a rebellion could be, this one was not yet a cause for concern.
The next article wasn’t much better. A drought had swept through the northeast territories, hurting crop yields, and causing a chain reaction of supply shortages and an economic downturn. It pained Luciana to read about the sad state of her homeland, but there was truly nothing that she could do about it. Her uncle would never listen to Luciana on matters of politics. As heir to the throne, Camila was the only one invited to participate in discussions on affairs of state, and often those invitations were wasted. Camila had never offered an opinion on any political issues.
Camila’s resistance to prepare herself to become Reina was perhaps the biggest reason Luciana wanted to change the line of succession. It wouldn’t be easy. Lines could only be changed from the top down. Her uncle, Rey Nicolas, could remove someone from the line if he saw them unfit to rule. Otherwise, changes could only be made if someone in line took themselves out of the running by treason, abdicating, or death. But Luciana had decided long ago that she would never kill Camila.
No, she would have to outshine her sister so much that her uncle could not ignore Luciana’s abilities and remove Camila from the line entirely. Camila could keep living her life in the castillo without responsibilities, and Luciana could finally be respected in the political sphere. There was still danger in this plan, of course. If she was exposed as a threat to her sister, she could be tried for treason or expelled from the royal family. So, Luciana kept her ambitions quiet. For now, she had to make her political interest look innocent.
Careful to replace the papers exactly where she had found them, Luciana slipped back out of the study. She used her key to lock the door, making the study look untouched.
Now to find Esmeralda. Luciana had barely left the corridor before the guardhouse bells sounded, signaling the arrival of the Osmainians. Already? She’d thought she’d have at least another hour or two, but at least she was ready to receive guests. It would make both Askaña and herself look bad if she were not presentable for the sovereign ruler of the neighboring kingdom upon his arrival. Luciana just hoped Camila was ready as well. As much as Luciana wanted to outshine her sister, the last thing Askaña needed was to insult the Osmainians.
Luciana walked to the great hall at a speed that would get her there quickly, but just slowly and gracefully enough that not a single hair would fall out of place. By the time she arrived, only her uncle Nicolas and her mother were there. Camila was nowhere to be seen. Luciana took a deep breath and put on her most pleasant face.
“Good afternoon, Uncle, Mother.” Luciana curtsied.
They turned to face her. Nicolas and Natalia looked so similar, with their dark hair and fair skin, that it never surprised anyone to learn that they were siblings. Now that Luciana’s father was gone, the darker skin she had inherited from him made her stick out like a sore thumb.
“Oh, good. You’re here,” grumbled Nicolas. Luciana ignored him. He was always in a foul mood.
Luciana’s mother, however, gave her a smile. “That color looks lovely on you, dear,” she said.
“Thank you, Mother,” said Luciana. The compliment from Natalia left Luciana momentarily off-balance. They rarely spoke, only really making conversation at family dinners. Luciana could only barely remember a time when they’d been close.
Before the death of Luciana’s father, their family had been full of love and laughter. But as soon as her husband had died, Natalia shut herself off from her daughters. At first, Luciana had thought it was just grief. But as Natalia’s mourning period ended, nothing improved with her daughters. The only explanation Luciana could think of was that their looks were too close to that of their father. It must have hurt her mother to look at two girls who were nearly identical to her deceased husband. Luciana didn’t have much sympathy. She’d essentially lost both parents at once to her mother’s selfishness. But maybe there was still something to be salvaged here. Perhaps this was a change in the right direction.
“Where is Camila?” Nicolas huffed, looking to his sister and Luciana for answers.
“Tending to her duties, I’m sure,” Natalia said calmly.
“This is her duty,” Nicolas said, crossing his arms angrily.
Luciana cleared her throat. “Perhaps if you were to make me one of your advisors and distribute some of her duties to me, she would be more available during the day for meetings like this one?”
Nicolas turned to Luciana and stepped toward her, sneering. “Askaña won’t need two Reinas, now will it? Why don’t you do what Princesas do best and keep your mouth shut?”
Luciana formed fists at her side to keep from shaking. She should have been used to his dismissals by now, but it felt like a slap in the face every time he degraded her like this.
At that moment, a small page peeked out from behind the tall double doors that led to the long hallway outside. Nicolas motioned for Natalia and Luciana to sit, and the two women followed his lead, sitting on their thrones. He cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, may I present to you His Majesty, Imperatore Antonio Riccardo Lorenzo DiAngelo of Osmain, and His Royal Highness, Principe Daniel Leonardo Gabriel DiAngelo of Osmain!”
Luciana fought back a smile at the length of the recitation. She’d heard that Osmainian names were sometimes ridiculously long, but these were better than she could have ever imagined. The Askanese hardly used any names other than their given one and any official title. She was a bit impressed that the page could even remember the absurdly long Osmainian names.
The double doors opened with a flourish. The first man who entered was clearly the Imperatore. He stood a good head taller than even the tallest of the Askanese, and his muscular form was draped in the finest purple robe Luciana had ever seen. He had a stern face, but the laugh lines around his eyes betrayed him to be a man Luciana shouldn’t fear.
At his left walked a young man, appearing to be just a few years older than Luciana. That must have been the Principe. He was almost as tall as his father, and while he was not as bulky, he clearly had a muscular build under his own purple robes. His hair fell around his face in warm chocolate ringlets, and even from a distance Luciana could tell that he had striking eyes the color of fresh honey.
