Autumn Rose

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CHAPTER NINE
Autumn
Autumn, why didnt you tell us?
You never asked.
Thats not the point. Youre the duchess of England, and we never knew. I mean, that makes you the highest-ranking nobility in the country. Right below royalty. Er, hello? Gwen snapped.
I thought that title died with that woman, a couple of years back. There was something about a state funeral on the news, remember?
I shot Tammy a look, and comprehension slowly dawned on her face.
Oh my God, that was your grandmother, wasnt it? And what, the title skipped your dad? How come?
Human.
I was wrong about the buzz dying down. If anything, my absence had escalated the hype. The questions didnt stop all day, and when they did it was only because I made an escape to the bathroom, or the prince was around. Then, the questions would be aimed at him. They could extract more from him, considering I was letting little out.
Thankfully, the day passed quickly. I even managed to avoid speaking to the prince for the entire length of our English literature lesson. He didnt try to start anything resembling conversation.
Five oclock had long passed before I got out of textiles, and I suspected it was going to be a long evening. In contrast to the GCSE essay that had earned me the detention, the A-level English work was long and laborious. It didnt help that the prince hadnt read the play or any of the set poems, so I had to explain everything he was copying out. From his desk, Mr. Sylaeia would occasionally look up until eventually, as the hands of the clock shot past seven and toward half past, he announced that we could leave.
The contents of my folder had become so sprawled across the desk that by the time I had reorganized and packed them away, the light had faded outside and what had been a murky gray sky became purple through pouring rain. I watched it through the window, unable to see the art building roof just opposite. A knot formed in my throat.
Outside in the corridor, the rain didnt seem as heavy, the doors at each end sealing out the roar of the wind, but on the stairs, it was clear just how bad it was. The sky slapped the rain down so forcefully that water sprang a meter back up from the ground, ricocheting off the benches and joining huge pools where the tarmac dipped and was beginning to crumble. The autumn-flowering blossoms on the tree were putting up a fierce fight, but the wind was winning, sweeping the petals high into the air and away over the buildings.
Youre not going to fly in that, are you?
I paused, and the prince drew up beside me, both of us staring through the glass doors at the chaos outside.
Ill take the bus.
He looked me up and down skeptically, and I knew that in my blouse, skirt, and thin tights, I wasnt exactly dressed for the weather.
Youll get soaked. Its dark, too. You shouldnt wait on your own.
Ill be fine
Seriously, I can give you a lift.
I took a few steps toward the door, hoisting my bag higher on my shoulder and preparing to make a dash through the rain. My parents say I shouldnt accept lifts from strangers.
He flinched and the puzzled expression from two days before returned. Im not a stranger. His tone made it sound almost like a question, as though he wasnt even sure of that statement himself.
Youre as good as a stranger, I thought.
I hovered for a few more seconds, unsure if he was going to say anything else. When he didnt, I braced myself against the door and pushed, hoping my body weight would be enough to hold it open just long enough for me to slip through. It wasnt. In the second that the wind caught the door and flung it wide-open, I became drenched, standing directly below the overflowing gutter; blinded by the water seeping down from my hair and the rain battering my face like needles, I only just saw the door swinging wildly on its hinges and dived back, helped by a hand yanking on the material of my blouse. Landing on the floor, I pulled my feet back over the lip of the frame just in time as the door slammed shut so violently that the lowest pane of glass fell from its seal and shattered on the ground outside.
Are you okay? I heard the prince ask while I stared dumbly at the broken door, where the wind now rushed through and chilled my exposed legsmy tights had laddered. Im giving you a lift home. No arguments.
I didnt argue. It would be useless to argue; his point had already been proven. He helped me up.
Watch the glass, he said and then flung the door open, bracing his back against the frame as I leaped over the fragments and sprinted for the sheltered entrance on the other side of the quad. Behind me, I heard the door slam and a curse whip past me, mangled by the wind. It was followed by the sound of footsteps in hot pursuit.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed mine and urged me on, tugging me down the steps and into the schools tunneled entrance, where we paused, shivering. The prince rubbed his upper arms ferociously.
Ready? He extended his hand toward me after a minute.
I looked at it for a few seconds and then out to the rain. Even if I remained close enough to touch him, I wouldnt see him. As I looked, the parking lot lit up beneath sheet lightning.
Come on, he insisted and took my hand, pulling me back out into the rain as the inevitable thunder followed. I squinted, searching for a car, any car, until suddenly, through the gloom, a pair of headlights flashed on and off and I caught a brief glimpse of a surprisingly understated five-door sports carbut more interestingly, a car with no Athenean coat of arms across its side.
He headed for the right door and gave me a gentle nudge around the hood. I pulled my bag off and got in the passenger side, placing it at my feet but keeping a tight hold on the handle, only letting go to plug my seat belt in. He had already started the engine and was reaching across to turn the heating on, turning the dial right up. I felt the air, initially cold, blasting through the vents, and my feet inched toward the warmth. With the windscreen wipers beating, he pulled out of the parking lot.
You live in Brixham, right? I nodded and he signaled right. The sound of the rain on the windscreen and the rolls of thunder every minute or so prevented him from saying anything, so I looked out of the window. Every time the lightning struck, the valley below us would light up, revealing the fields, houses, and the corner of the late Victorian building that made up the Naval College; a building that was not a stranger to royal officer cadets, albeit the human kind. The scene was suspended in negative and then faded again.
The steep main road leading to the lower town was deserted and, as we rounded the foot of the Naval College, so was the queue for the higher ferry. When we neared the slipway, a large yellow sign made it apparent why: it was closed due to the bad weather. The prince cursed under his breath.
Try the lower ferry, I murmured, finding it difficult to talk with him there. He looked at me, puzzled. Follow the embankment, I added, but didnt hold out much hope. If the sturdier higher ferry was closed, then the barge-and-tug that was the lower ferry would be, too. I was right. As we approached the oldest part of town, where the beamed black-and-white upper floors of buildings leaned precariously over the cobbled pavement and fishermens cottages lined the streets, I could see one of the ferrymen deserting his post as he bent against the wind. Out in the choppy river, I could just make out the lights of the ferry heading back to its pontoon.
The prince sighed. Guess its the road way around then. Youll have to direct me. I nodded and he continued, I normally turn off at Totnes toward Dartmoor. I havent been to Torbay yet. He finished, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him glancing at me. I knew I was supposed to carry on the conversation, but said nothing.
When we reached the top of the hill again, I saw him looking once more. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and then seemed to settle on speaking. Im living with my aunt and uncleI suppose you know them as their royal Athenean highnesses the duke and duchess of Victoria, dont you? His tone was heavily sarcastic. Titles were clearly a bother to him, except, of course, for mine. They bought a place up on the moors, near Princetown. When I heard, I jumped at the chance. Ive always wanted to study in England, and Australia had become impossible with the paparazzi. I knew this area was like a bubble and Kable seemed like a good choice, with you there, so we took out super injunctions against the media running anything about our whereabouts, fed the gossips at court a lie about me returning to Sydney, and here we are. No bodyguards and no paparazzi.
I nodded slowly. I didnt hear anything about them moving here while I was in London. They must really want the quiet life, for nothing to have filtered down the grapevine. Yet I knew it would get out eventually. It was a ticking time bomb and when the press did descend, I would be implicated, too.
Again, I sensed that he was trying to start a conversation, but I wasnt sure how to respond. Everything I did want to say to him was unspeakable; treasonous, even.
And you are here because of your parents, he stated. It was not a question.
He fell silent again and I knew that with a little effort, I could break the quiet, yet made no move to do so. In that moment, it was hard to believe that at twelve, I had effortlessly talked up or down, to my superiors and inferiors, and thought nothing of the ability. It was to the manor born, installed in me since birth. But now my two tongues strangled each other and the words would not come.
Do you miss her? he murmured suddenly, his two hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I could see his knuckles whitening. I stared at them for a few seconds, and then looked straight ahead, watching the lights that marked the middle of the road flash below us.
Yes. Very much, I whispered, not sure he would even hear me above the battering rain and hum of the engine.
Yet he nodded in acknowledgment. It was horrible, what happened. Ityou were so young. Only fourteen. To experience loss like that must have been . . .
He didnt finish his sentence. He didnt need to. I knew how it felt and he was obviously trying to comprehend it.
Murder,he said after a while. Have you . . . have you ever thought about revenge?
I would if I knew who her murderer was, I snapped, surprising myself with my change of tone.
The prince turned toward me as far as he could without taking an eye off the road. Im sorry, but have I done something to offend you? I know I havent seen you for several years, but we used to be friends and now I might as well have the plague.
Other than reveal my title, Your Highness? I retorted.
He let out a sharp breath. I was just trying to help you
Why?
He passed the wheel through his hands as he took a sharp left, and then sped up as the road widened into two lanes.
He shook his head slightly and frowned. Well . . . we go back a long way, you used to come to court a lot. Why wouldnt I help you?
I rubbed a clear patch in the condensation on my window and stared out of it. I dont like you.
There was a long silence, in which the muted whirring of the engine and the beating of the windshield wipers was the only sound. I didnt look at him, and silently wondered how many timesif eversomeone had actually admitted that to him.
He finally hummed in acknowledgment. May I ask why?
I hadnt thought this far ahead in my impulsiveness. I had just said what I felt . . . for once, I had just let go and admitted my feelings. But what I wanted to say in reply was an accusation . . . treasonous even. But when else will I get the chance to ask?
I think you, and the entire royal family and council, are withholding information from me. I think you know why my grandmother was murdered, and by whom. I think that because I heard mutterings at her funeral . . . and why else would no answer have been given by now?
His knuckles went instantly white on the steering wheel, and eighteen months of suspicion was confirmed by his paling complexion. What makes you think I would know that kind of information?
Youre second in line to the throne. Youre good with politics; better than the heir. I think your parents would trust you.
I averted my gaze at the unexpected compliment I had paid him. I kept it averted, and waited and waited, until I rested my head against the window in defeat.
I have orders not to tell you, he said stiffly.
I gasped, and the surge of hate and pain I felt every time I thought of her trebled. I wanted to say something, but words failed me. A tear eased itself down my cheek, squeezing between the window and my skin. I closed my eyes, preventing any more from forming, and allowed my hair, wet and beginning to curl, to cover my face.
I felt a pressure on my kneehis hand. I jerked my leg away and pulled my bag protectively onto my lap, feeling my cheeks flame a very bright red. His hand hovered between the gear stick and the steering wheel, as though he was unsure of what to do with it. He settled for the steering wheel.
Im sorry. I really am. And Im sorry for revealing your title, too. It was wrong of me. I waited for him to continue. He took the hint. I thought it might ease relations with the students and, though I know this will sound selfish of me, I wanted to treat you as an equal. People accept that more when they can put a title to a name.
I opened and closed my mouth again, feeling remotely like a fish out of its depth.
I suppose I didnt understand that you wanted to . . . He seemed to search around for an appropriate phrase. Well, live as a human.
I felt my chest split into a bizarre mix of anger and confusion. Thats not what I want.
Sure? When was the last time you used complicated magic? And I dont mean to tidy your hair.
I couldnt even answer that, and I slumped back in my seat.
Exactly. If you mean what you say, then why dont you practice your magic?
Again, I couldnt answer him until we approached my road and I told him to turn right. We climbed past the church and the adjoining graveyard, turning left onto the tree-lined avenue. I could see his eyes glancing left and right, taking it in, judging. I knew that behind those eyes, he was thinking how unimpressive it all was. Though the houses were of an intimidating red-brick Victorian design, detached and comfortably spacious, I knew this was not the norm for someone of my standing.
I told him to stop halfway down and unbuckled my belt. I hesitated, my hand on the handle, about to open the door.
Decorum, child, I heard her voice say. Decorum is everything.
I pursed my lips. Im sorry if the way I live offends you, Your Highness. Im sorry if you dont think Im entitled to be upset over your stupid orders. But Im afraid I do not have much choice in it. He turned to me so sharply that I felt my weight fall against the door, away from him. His expression was completely puzzled, but something in his eyes bordered upon recognition as they widened ever so slightly. Thank you for the lift, I finished and got out as quickly as I could, scuttling around the car to the pavement and under the shelter of the tree. As I closed the garden gate behind me, he turned around and pulled away. I watched the car disappear around the corner, recalling his outburst in my mind.
A smile appeared, bigger than the one I had worn earlier. It was a bitter smile, displaying itself only in triumph.
So you know. You know why shes dead. And Ill get it out of you; and Ill never like you until I have!
Behind me, light pooled across the garden from the glass panels on either side of the front door. The cars were parked in the driveway. My parents were back. I groaned and prepared myself.
The door was unlocked and I tried to open it as quietly as possible. I slipped my shoes off and had one foot on the stairs when my mother appeared from the living room, where curtains had no doubt been twitching.
And where have you been? Its almost nine oclock!
I was asked to tutor a student by Mr. Sylaeia. I hung my bag on the rack above the radiator for the morning and turned back to her, hoping she would vent quickly so I could get changed into something dry.
And I suppose if I rang the school he would verify that? she replied, rather testily.
Yes. I knew he wouldnt mention the detention; he had punished me enough.
She huffed, pointing out the closed front door. And who was that driving you home?
A friend.
She wasnt falling for that one. None of your friends are old enough to drive.
A friend in the sixth form, I rephrased. Yet she still wasnt buying it as she moved to stand in front of the mirror to remove her earringsthey had clearly only just got back, as she still wore her business suit and her hair hadnt re-curled, still resembling the short sleek bob she maintained for meetings.
I dont know many sixth formers who can afford the insurance for a Mercedes, Autumn.
My eyes rolled toward the ceiling and I took a long, slow breath. Fine. A new Sage has started at school.
She smiled in a motherly, patronizing way that was reserved for moments when she knew she had beaten me. Ah, we settle upon the truth.
I returned the smile and was about to make my way upstairs when my fathers voice sounded from the kitchen.
What are my two lovely ladies arguing about this time? He appeared from behind the staircase, a glass tumbler and tea towel in his hand.
I clutched my tongue between my back teeth, wishing they would let me go and get changed before my soaked clothes flooded the hallway.
A new Sage has started at school, I repeated.
He looked mildly interested and continued rubbing the inside of the glass. Thats nice for you then, isnt it? What family?
This time I really did hesitate, chewing my tongue frantically. But there was no putting off the inevitable. I looked from one parent to another. The Athenea.
The glass shattered on the floor, and the tea towel fluttered after it, covering the shards. My fathers mouth fell open and closed again as he tried and failed to mask his emotions.
My God, he breathed, clutching his chest. My mother moved to his side, rubbing circles in his back but looking just as shocked as he was. Which one?
Fallon.
Their seventeen-year-old? my mother asked, her eyes widening.
I nodded.
But hes second in line to the throne. What on earth is he doing here?
I shrugged but, having already embarked on the truth, knew it would be as good a time as any to reveal the rest.
He said he wants to avoid the press. Hes staying with the duke and duchess of Victoria. I took a deep breath. And they have bought a property on Dartmoor.
The two of them exchanged worried looks, before turning to me. I didnt have much in common with my parents, but this was something we were united in: we didnt want the Athenea anywhere near.
And I asked him not to, but he also revealed at school that were the duchy of England. That wasnt strictly true. Only I was the duchy, but as I was underage and my father managed my finances, he was able to use it as a courtesy title.
This was all too much for him. He slumped against the banister, burying his face in his hands. My mother guided him toward a sofa in the living room, and I took the chance to escape. I didnt feel much pity for them. They didnt want the Athenea here, either, but they didnt have to deal with them like I did.
When I got to my room, I stripped out of my clothes and found my longest nightie, pairing it with a pair of thick socks. Despite the warm clothes and the hot radiator, I was still cold.
Inceandia, I murmured, and an oval flame sprang to life in my palms. Removing them, I let it float and grow into an orb in midair, warming my room in seconds.
I watched its solid, unflickering mass as the princes words came back to me. Impulsively, I waved my hand and the flame was snuffed out. Hearing a curse in Sagean escape my lips, I threw myself facedown on the bed, pummeling the mattress until the tears began to seep across the pillow.