famously unfamous | jaron artolius eckbert iii

Seventeen

After a very long time, we heard Conner's voice as he entered the office. "I always feel bad news is better handled on a full stomach. Don't you agree?"

"It's only bad news if you're up to something you shouldn't be." My fists clenched at Veldergrath's arrogance. Even if he was correct in his suspicions, Veldergrath wasn't king yet and had no right to question Conner.

We heard the squeak of Conner's chair as he sat, and his invitation for Veldergrath to sit as well. Then Conner said, "You should explain yourself. Am I accused of doing something wrong?"

"The betrothed princess was here for dinner last night, correct?"

"Yes. She is a lovely young woman."

"A bit distressed, though, at having heard news about the deaths of the king, queen, and Prince Darius."

"She heard it only as a rumor."

Veldergrath huffed. "A rumor you and I both know to be fact. Obviously, you could not confirm or deny that to her, but she told me something else you said. Something that I find remarkable. You told her that Prince Jaron may be alive."

"I believe he is."

"We've sent three regents to Isel to determine this. Have you heard any news from them?"

"No."

"Then how have you come to this stunning conclusion?"

Conner hesitated a moment, then said, "Old friend, you seem distressed at the possibility. Don't you see what a great advantage it would be to the kingdom if Prince Jaron were alive? Eckbert's line would continue and Carthya would be saved from certain war. Surely, there could be no better news, yet you don't appear to welcome it."

"Er, of course." Veldergrath seemed to be taken by surprise, but he recovered quickly. "Of course I hope the prince is alive, but you and I both know how impossible that is. My question is not whether we should hope for that news, but how you have come to be so certain of it?"

"Obviously, an accusation follows this question, so why don't we move straight to it."

"As you wish," Veldergrath said. "Master Conner, I'm told you had a sword made, a replica of the one Prince Jaron used to carry."

"It was an imitation, not a replica. Sadly, I've recently lost it, or I could show it to you. I had it made, intending it as a gift for the queen's next birthday, in honor of her lost son."

"There's more. I'm told in the previous week, you scoured the orphanages of Carthya and even collected a few boys. Why is that?"

"Indentured field laborers. My crops are planted and I needed them."

"Where are they?"

"Ran away the first time my back was turned. If you know of their whereabouts, please tell me and I will have them punished." Lies fell from his lips as gracefully as raindrops from a cloud.

"There's one last thing. You sat with the king's family at supper the night they died."

"Many regents did."

"But you were given the honor of pouring their drinks."

Conner's voice remained calm, despite Veldergrath's clear insinuation that Conner was the one who had poisoned them. "And you dished up their pudding, sir. Is there a point to these questions?"

"Perhaps not. Are you aware that there is something missing from the residential quarters of the castle, a box covered with emeralds?"

Sage's fingers rubbed over those emeralds. Conner must have stolen this box from the king and queen, either shortly before or shortly after their death. I didn't know what was in it, but whatever this box contained, it was probably going to be used as proof that one of us was Prince Jaron.