CROWN OF GLASS ✔

98 | ACT VII, SCENE IX

"I asked you a question," the High King said in that deadly, silent voice. That voice which only heralded danger. That voice that he used when he lost his temper.

"She did," his sister was shaking now.

"Don't you dare," he lashed out, "don't you fucking dare, Elodie."

"She's right," I said quietly, "Edwina... she gave her life for yours. But - I didn't know... know about El. And... the children."

There was no blue in his eyes which had now turned utterly black.

"She - she made some sort of deal. With Thanatos and Ambrosine. Called in her life debts to the three gods you brought back from Vezort - and... and agreed to let herself be wrung dry of her powers if it brought back the dead - brought them back," Elodie's voice was barely more than a whisper against the wind.

And behind us, every immortal turned white.

"She... she only told us about giving her life for yours," Helios's voice was devastatingly gentle, "we... we had no idea about this - about what she'd done. About - gods, Tristan. I'm so sorry."

His gaze saw nothing. And the look on his face - gods, that look - that look was something I would remember till the end of my days.

"She - Ambrosine," his sister stuttered, "she has her. Your wife. I - the dead - she wears a robe made of dead spirits. And she let us go the moment they both dragged her spirit to that prison. That... that cell."

Frozen, I stared at her in horror.

"And..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her words breaking. "And they both - they... they-" she stopped, as if she could speak no more.

"What did they do, Elodie? What did they do to my sister?" Aidon snapped at her, her tone brutal, lashing - and the anger in his eyes rose so high that he could have throttled her.

"They... they - there was a knife. A table - lots of... knives. And... they made Lucius and Asteria watch."

Aidon screamed.

Llewellyn lunged for him, tackling him to the ground.

Tristan only looked at us with soulless, empty eyes. As if the Titan's blood had given him back his life, but the loss of Edwina's had taken away his humanity.

"You are telling me," he said softly, words a pure, pitch black, "that you let the Queen Regnant of Endollon kill herself to bring me back? Are you telling me that you let a defenseless, wounded woman agree to be tortured even after she died? While her dead parents are forced to watch her scream in pain?"

I could not answer. I was ashamed. I was horrified.

Worry gnawed at the edges of my brain, hungrier than ever before. I had no idea where she was now. When Ambrosine would let her go. If what I had done would even work after what they did to her in that prison.

"Do you know, Eric? Do you fucking know what Ambrosine does to her enemies?"

"She lost her mind," I answered, already at a loss for words. "She lost her mind after you were gone. She would have killed herself one day, Tristan. She fucking broke her head after crashing it against a rock."

Not a speck of colour remained on his face.

"There was nothing left. You would have taken one look at her eyes and wished to end that misery, Tristan."

"Son," Helios murmured softly. "She... she lost too much in the war. Pandora forced her to kill Lucius with her own hands. Aidon too, but she managed to get him out. And after she brought the final piece together... she lost too much, Tristan. She lost too much."

"Edwina," Geneva said at last, "Edwina punished herself for it. Too hard. And going out this way - she believed it was the only way she could pay for it. My friend killed herself knowing that her death would bring back five lives. Five lives that were taken too soon from us. And she believed it... that this was the one last good thing she could do. She gave her life so that you could live. So that you could get back that one woman you loved so much. So that she could tell Amphitrite that she forgave her. And my friend wanted me to tell you... that she loved you very, very much."

Silent tears were already streaking down his cheeks.

"So live," I breathed, my warm palm heavy on his shoulder. "Live, Tristan. Live for her. Mourn for her, grieve her, yes. But live. And keep her at peace, if only in your memory. And remember that some day, some time, her suffering will end. And when you look up at the sky... she'll be smiling down at you."

And then, he was crying. Weeping in great, shuddering, broken sobs, sobs that had him on his knees. As his sister wrapped her arms around him at last, as she let her tears fall into his hair. Tristan only held that dead body, that immortal, glorious Queen in his arms, worshipping her, his words breathing promises in her ears.

He held her to his heart for an entire day, an entire night.

He refused to let go of her until the last moment.

And after we bid farewell to her, he wrecked it all.

Half of Endollon lay now in smoldering ruins.

The same way she had burned the rebel states to the ground during her Monarch Trials, before building them back, inch by inch. More beautiful than ever before.

And when the sun went down, he only held out a demanding hand for the box of Cosmo's rings.

Only the promise of vengeance on his face glimmered through the ice in his eyes. A promise to find that lair, and to bring her back or end her pain with his own hands.

And when I placed the heavy object in his palm, the widowed High King of Endollon only nodded before he set out to hunt his Queen.

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