Jackal Among Snakes

“I’m sure that she’ll turn up sooner or later, my prince. That child, Mina, she’s…” Count Elgar of Veden shook his head.

Induen tapped his fingers against the dining table, staring Elgar down with his cold blue eyes. The Count had golden hair and eyes just as Mina did yet shared little with her beyond that. Induen did not like him. “Your daughter is missing, yet you don’t seem to care.”

Elgar placed his elbows on the table and clenched his hands together. “She’s been doing that since she was very young, my prince. She’ll disappear for days, sometimes weeks on end. Typically I need only send a message to Duke Enrico—she always heads there, the foolish girl. I apologize for her discourtesy.”

Induen narrowed his eyes. Though anger was there, something else marred his features more—confusion, perhaps, or curiosity. “You’ve not sent her away?”

Elgar raised a brow. “Why would I do that, my prince?”

“Stupidity, maybe,” Induen mused, leaning back in the chair and scratching his temple. Count Elgar clenched his jaw tightly at the insinuation yet did not rise to combat it. “Do you hate your daughter, I wonder?”

Elgar furrowed his brows. “Who would hate their child?”

“Well, my father, for one. He never liked me much. I killed his wife, you know. The whole childbirth incident,” Induen pointed out. Both looked serious, but then Induen started to laugh. “Joking, joking. Of course. Of course,” Induen smiled widely.

“Mina is missing, Prince Induen. I don’t know what else to tell you,” Elgar stated once again, leaving no room for argument.

Induen leaned back in and slammed his hand against the table. “Yet you send not a single knight to look for her?”

Elgar stared back. “I have explained my reasonings. That girl had wasted enough resources in frivolous searches throughout her whole life. The waxpox still abounds, and I’ll not have my guards contract it in a fruitless quest to collect her.”

Induen’s gaze was cold and dead. Elgar swallowed as they stared at each other, alone in the dining hall. Just then, the great double doors burst open. Induen turned his head, surprised. The confidence in his posture veritably withered away as his eyes widened.

“Brother!” Orion shouted out cheerily, moving towards Induen with long strides. The prince wore thin casual clothes, rich and black, yet even still he made the formidable Induen look small.

Induen rose to his feet and stepped back, placing the chair between himself and his brother. “Orion. Why are you… here?”

Orion pushed the chair aside with his foot and embraced Induen. The elder prince’s face visibly contorted in displeasure and anxiety, and his hands hovered a fair distance away as though he feared to touch his brother.

Prince Orion pushed away, holding Induen by the shoulders. “I’ve heard of what you’ve been doing here. Working with the sick, stopping the plague from spreading… I cannot describe the joy that welled within once I heard of it. It brought tears to my eyes. And seeing outside… you have done so well.”

He always did his best to avoid his younger brother. He never felt older when they spoke. He always felt deeply uncomfortable,

did you get in?” Count Elgar inquired. “I did

Count Elgar. The royal family is not barred from anywhere in the lands of Vasquer, and I wished to visit

followed his every

my family, yet now it was especially so—there is so much to speak of, so much to do. It has been too long since we last spoke, brother. We must change that in

you here?” Induen reiterated

you did not, I wished to talk to you. Let us begin…” Orion pulled a chair back and sat, facing away from the table. “…with the more dire news. Our brother, Magnus, was

and stepped forth cautiously. “So close to you, I hear,”

between the cracks of his fingers. “I was foolish. My brother died not minutes away from me, and I was entirely ignorant.

watched the molten silver tears smoke and burn the Count’s carpet once they fell. His brother’s strange tendencies and constant oddities were a large part of

am near sure we have caught his killers,” Orion continued, voice now filled with an icy anger. “Foul things persisted in the wetlands. I have finally ventured deep within them, and I have discovered the truth of the fall of the Archduchy.” Orion rose up. “Foul beings with vengeance in their hearts wreaked havoc across the wetlands… and then, the entire continent. Their magic killed Magnus, I am sure of it. But I killed them. Killed them all to

Orion’s hands as he clenched them

by their revolting

swirled. “What?” he asked,

He heralded a traitor, used her to put an end to this virulent vendetta! And now, the

about?” Induen

non-believer and would-be slaughterer called the Plague Jester harnessed the power of the wetland gods to conjure and spread this plague all across the land. Argrave tore this information from the hands of an enemy, and then led a crusade forth

emotions assaulted him from the news. Before he realized it, he was stepping away from Orion, heading

bizarre thing. It had struck him as odd the first day he’d seen it. He thought it mere luck… yet this strange happening persisted. He remembered wondering if, perhaps, Mina had been right all along. He wondered if he could rule in

Innumerable tents, messages, edicts, all to curb the plague… and all of it overshadowed by Argrave’s grand achievement. All of his efforts entirely wasted. He would

friend. And now she’s gone. She

He turned back to the desk, over which he and Mina had drafted out plans for days on

his breathing heavy. But then he paused. He looked

hard as I did. She was desperately attempting to stop the plague in Veden and beyond. Those were not the actions of someone who knew it was to end. Induen lifted his head, his breathing

victory. Elenore has eyes everywhere—if she wished to inform me urgently, she could. She wanted me to return to the capital not weeks ago, now

head back as Orion entered the room once more.

did you storm

said I wanted to see you earlier,” Induen said, his voice surprisingly calm. “What gave you that

then thought back. “You sent a messenger to