Lothaire (Immortals After Dark #12)(50)
Author: Kresley Cole

The Dacian from the Bloodroot Forest! "Where am I?" Lothaire grated, his throat burning as if he’d swallowed a poker.

"Castle Dacia," the seated one said. "I’m Prince Stelian. Standing are the Princes Trehan, Viktor, and Mirceo, as well as Mirceo’s sister, the lovely Princess Kosmina."

She nervously gave a formal curtsy.

"A female vampire?" Lothaire hadn’t seen a full-blooded one in centuries.

"Ours have been safe from the plague here."

Lothaire narrowed his gaze at Stelian. "You were at Helvita that morning."

"That is correct. We were endeavoring to save our queen from Tymur’s men. Since you had-what’s the modern term?-dropped the ball."

"Queen?" Dizziness rushed over Lothaire.

"Welcome to your kingdom, my liege. You are our ruler now. Newly restored." He raised the flagon in a mock toast.

"How? I’ve conquered nothing, have waged no war on you."

"The royal family has chosen you to be our ruler. Almost unanimously, only one holdout."

"Why would you do this?" Lothaire demanded, coughing blood. "Why not take the throne yourself?"

"Here, Uncle Lothaire," the female said, rushing forward with a jewel-encrusted chalice. "Drink this. It has healing herbs-"

Lothaire backhanded the cup against the wall, splattering scented blood. "Uncle?"

Stelian exhaled. "Technically, you are our cousin. But the younger Mirceo and Kosmina call us elder cousins ‘Uncle’ in quaint tradition."

"Answer my question!"

Trehan said, "As Ivana the Bold died, she cursed her family to war

and backstab until you were made king, until we all vowed allegiance to you."

"My mother was no witch."

Stelian waved that away. "Perhaps she played on the intrigues already at work. This was before our time. In any case, six generations were wiped out by assassinations and civil wars. Finally we decided to investigate you, to see if you would make a good ruler." He swigged, saying under his breath, "Before we all killed each other."

The three standing males shot looks at Stelian. He merely shrugged. "Lothaire will find out all eventually."

Viktor said, "We studied you, but decided you were too crazed to rule anything."

At Lothaire’s scowl, Mirceo hastily explained, "You insisted on appearing at the outskirts of our kingdom, half-dressed, bellowing for someone to ‘f**king fight you.’ "

Kosmina gasped. "Language!"

Patting her hand, Mirceo continued, "And you also challenged Serghei, who’s been dead-"

"Dead!" My vengeance is no more?

Mirceo nodded. "For more than a millennium."

All these years Lothaire had wasted, hell-bent on delivering retribution. To a male who no longer existed.

Trehan said in a measured tone, "Not to mention the fact that you looked as though you intended to consume that Horde leader in the forest. Yet then you settled in with your Bride, and you grew more lucid. We decided to vow allegiance to you and your queen."

Lothaire tensed even more. So Elizabeth had been the key to his throne. Hag’s prediction had proved correct. Too bad Elizabeth had tried to lop off his head. "Where is"-that bitch-"she?"

He’d throw her in the dungeon of this castle, condemning her to yet another jail.

Blyad’! Why didn’t the thought give him pleasure?

Solely because she was his Bride?

He despised that fated tie to her! And now they were blood-bound as well.

But even with that union, Elizabeth had felt nothing for him-had been violently intent on getting away from him-while he’d lowered his guard. . . .

"After the attempt on your life," Stelian said, "she was captured by a Valkyrie named Cara the Fair."

So Carafina took my Bride. Elizabeth was within the walls of Val Hall. Those lightning fiends would terrorize her worse than he ever could. His female had wronged him, and now she would pay.

Lothaire wanted to laugh.

Yet his bitterness staggered under the weight of another feeling.

Loss. All I feel is . . . loss.

"And La Dorada?" he asked. "Did you have a run-in with her?"

"Her ring has been returned, your transaction completed," Stelian said, adding against the rim of his flagon, "Gods help the poor souls in that book."

Lothaire already mourned his ledger, his squandered fortune. He would start a new book! Perhaps he and Dorada could trade debts like baseball cards. . . .

Kosmina cleared her throat. When all eyes turned to her, her face turned bright red. "W-we fear Queen Elizavetta is behind the guard of the Ancient Scourge. Th-there’s no way to circumvent them." The chit was socially inept, more backward than he’d ever believed Elizabeth to be.

"Your uncle knows a way around the Scourge," Lothaire grated with disgust. "But I won’t be using it."

Carafina thought to force him to reveal where her sister was? Everyone assumed he knew-simply because he’d been the one to sink her in the first place.

Perhaps I oughtn’t to have chosen a seabed with frequent seismic rifts and a strong current?

When he’d told others he had no idea where Furie was, he’d spoken the truth.

To this day, Lothaire couldn’t find the Valkyrie queen, despite Hag’s help. Even if he could, he would never ransom Elizabeth. "Ugly on the inside!" she’d screamed. "I could never love you!"

She truly hadn’t fallen for him.

For him.

Which indicated that she was an idiot. He had no time or patience for them.

Damn you, Elizabeth, why . . . ?

Stelian tsked. "Feelings stung because of one measly beheading?"

They knew she’d done this to him? I’ll kill them all-

"She left an eighth of an inch of tendon," Stelian added. "Plenty for regeneration."

Lothaire narrowed his gaze at him. "You’re the one who voted against restoring me."

"That I am. Seemed wise then, and even more so now that you’ve lost your queen."

"I haven’t lost her."

"I’m no expert with females"-the others rolled their eyes at that-"but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the need for some space."

Lothaire didn’t like this Stelian smart-ass.

In an innocent tone, the Dacian asked, "Isn’t that the modern term for it?"

Viktor said, "We’ve already assembled a party to negotiate with the Valkyries. If that fails, I will happily lead the siege." Black flickered across his irises, as if the idea of a war aroused him.

So this one likes to fight. "Disassemble it. Carafina can rot waiting." At the male’s incredulous look, Lothaire said, "I don’t want my Bride retrieved."

Mirceo said, "Whatever happened between Queen Elizavetta and yourself should be subordinate to the good of the crown-"

"Do not speak her name again," Lothaire murmured, "or it will be your last utterance."

Mirceo’s lips parted in surprise. "If this is what you . . . command, my liege."

"Not used to taking orders, are you, Mirceo?" Lothaire gazed at them one by one. "You all assume that I want your kingdom? Perhaps I prefer the f**king Horde!"

Another gasp from Kosmina, with more furious blushes.

Stelian said, "Go to the window, look out."

Uncaring of his nudity, Lothaire did. With a choked sputter, Kosmina traced away, while Mirceo chuckled. "There are garments for you, Uncle. Take care not to set a new fashion."

At the window, Lothaire stared out, agog. Why did Ivana ever leave this place?

He was in the fabled black stone castle of Dacia, the one circled by fountains of blood.

The magnificent structure sat high upon some rocky vantage-from here, he could survey a kingdom that stretched on and on, before fading into a mist on the horizon.

Soaring caverns rose above; cobblestone streets wound through the fog below. The architecture was old-fashioned but ornately constructed with carved stone.

At the top of a high cavern, a giant prism diluted the sun’s light, shining it over the entire kingdom-muted rays that illuminated all, but didn’t burn. Not even a vampire’s skin.

And everything I see is . . . mine.

When he could manage words once more, he informed them, "My coronation will be held as soon as my throat heals. I will accept your vows of fealty then."

This was truly happening-the imbeciles were inviting him to rule this fantastical kingdom.

"Very well," Stelian said with unconcealed disappointment. "Will you take a new regent name?"

A vampire tradition. Lothaire’s own uncle Fyodor had taken a new name when crowned by the Horde-one which meant rule without end.

Ah, not quite, Uncle. "No. I’ve done too much PR with the name I have. I’ll be known as King Lothaire, the Enemy of Old."

He’d still have his vampire war, but the sides would be changed. I’ll use the Daci to lay waste to the Horde. He had no problem reversing himself; he switched alliances with ease.

And then he would be done. He’d have everything he’d ever wanted. Then he’d know happiness.

I knew happiness before. But she stole it from me.

With one swing of her sword. Of all the blows, of all the torture, that strike had hurt him the worst.

Why, Elizabeth . . . ?

Fists clenched, he ordered them, "Leave me to dress."

Leave me to relish the idea of my Bride trapped in a hellhole filled with malicious Valkyries. Arch-Fury Carafina would terrorize her. Belligerent Regin would have her throat. Would Nix save Elizabeth, or let nature take its course?

I hope the latter. Perhaps he should send his female a parting gift, as she’d once said.

Yes, to inform her that I’m now a king, and have forsaken her.

The princes traced away one by one, with Stelian muttering, "A red-eyed king who spurns his Bride. Gods help us all. . . ."

Chapter 53

This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, leech," Regin the Radiant, a glowing-skinned millennium-old swordswoman, told Ellie in a baleful tone. "So raise your weapon and prepare for your end. ‘Cause I’m about to take your head."

Ellie yawned. Ten days of this was getting old. "Girl, I don’t wanna play video games anymore."

Regin’s berserker mate, Declan, had been having meetings with some other berserkers concerning the Accession, so Regin had been hanging here every couple of days, glowing on the couch, playing games with Ellie.

At first, Regin had been excited to meet her because Ellie had done what Regin had dreamed of for centuries. "Buy this leechly leech assassin a mug of the thick stuff! Took down Lothaire? No shit? Describe it second by second in a breathy voice. . . ."

The only thing the Valkyries hated more than vampires in general was Lothaire in particular.

Of course, Regin would have succeeded in "collecting Lothaire’s head and fangs."

Yet after a couple of days, Regin had realized that Ellie still had feelings for the Valkyries’ archenemy: "Not cool, hillbilly, not cool."

Why hadn’t he come for Ellie yet? From time to time, Nix had visited, keeping her informed-even if she wasn’t always coherent. Through Nix, Ellie knew that Lothaire was indeed recovering and had been invited back to Dacia to rule.

Serghei was no more. Lothaire had become a king.

Just as he’d always wanted.

Ellie had gone through so many emotions when thinking about him-guilt, anger, longing.

Was all forgiven? Hell no! She was still furious at him. That didn’t mean she wasn’t pining for him to rescue her. Ellie knew he could-she believed he could do just about anything. But after nearly two weeks, she had to wonder if King Lothaire was ever going to reclaim his queen.

She’d asked Nix, "If he’s healed, then why hasn’t he come for me?"

"Who?"

"Uh, Lothaire."

"Not ringing a bell . . ."

"Can I send a message to Dacia, to explain what happened?"

Eyes bright with anticipation, Nix had cried, "Who are we sending a message to . . . ?"

Now Ellie told Regin, "We’ll play tomorrow. Besides, isn’t it time for my cup of dinner?"

Regin’s amber irises flashed silver with ire. "I am not your blood gofer." She gave a shriek that hurt Ellie’s sensitive ears. "Suck my dick, Vampirellie-suck it."

Pissed, Ellie drilled her knuckle into Regin’s arm with all her new vampire strength. Nix had told her in the beginning, "If any of my half sisters step out of line, go mountain on them."

Ellie had learned there was no other way to deal with Valkyries. If they liked females who took zero shit from them, it was just a matter of time before she was Ms. Popularity here.

"Bitch!" Regin screamed. "You can only skate by on Lothaire’s takedown for so long."

Nix had told everyone that Ellie had attacked Lothaire on purpose, and the near decapitation of one of the Lore’s most feared villains had made Ellie a creature with which one did not f**k.

"Bring it, Regin, any day of the week."

"Next time I will brangit. And your blood is in the microwave, slore." Then she stomped away.

Apparently, this was how Regin treated all her friends.

Ellie shrugged. Each of the Valkyries was eccentric in her own