"No one is to challenge him to a duel, or to kill him in any other way."
The three men looked at me. Doyle and Rhys knew me well enough to be speculative. They knew I had a plan. Sholto didn't know me that well yet. He was just angry.
"We can't let this insult stand, Princess. He has to pay."
"I agree," I said, "and since he brought in the human lawyers when he charged Rhys, Galen, and Abeloec with attacking one of his nobles, we use the human law. We get his DNA, and we charge him with my rape."
Sholto said, "And what, he will risk jail time? Even if he would allow himself to be put in human jail, it would not be enough punishment for what he has done to you."
"No, it's not, but it's the best we can do under the law."
"Human law," Sholto said.
"Yes, human law," I said.
"Under our laws," Doyle said, "we are within our right to challenge him and slay him."
"That works for me," Rhys said.
"I'm the one he raped. I'm the one who is about to be queen, if we can keep our enemies from killing me. I say what Taranis's punishment will be." My voice grew a little strident at the end, and I had to stop and take a breath, or two.
Doyle's face betrayed nothing. "You have thought of something, My Princess. You are already planning how this will help our cause."
"Help our court. For centuries the Unseelie Court, our court, has been painted black in the human world. If we have a public trial accusing the king of the Seelie Court of rape, we will finally convince the humans that we are not the villains of the piece," I said.
Doyle said, "Spoken like a queen."
"Like a politician," Sholto said, and not like it was a compliment.
I gave him the look he deserved. "You're a king, too, of your father's people. Would you destroy your entire kingdom for vengeance?"
He looked away, then, and there was that line to his face that showed his temper. But as moody as Sholto was, he didn't hold a candle to Frost. He had been my moody boy.
Rhys came to the bedside. He touched my hand, the one to which the IV needle was taped. "I would face the king for you, Merry. You know that."
I took my free hand and held his, and met that one blue-ringed eye. "I don't want to lose anyone else, Rhys. No more of that."
"Frost is not dead," Rhys said.
"He is a white stag, Rhys. Someone told me that he may only keep that shape for a hundred years. I am thirty-three and mortal. I will not see a hundred and thirty-three years. He may return as the Killing Frost, but it will be too late for me." My eyes burned, my throat grew tight, and my voice squeezed out, "He will never hold his baby. He will never be a father to it. His babe will be grown before he has hands to hold it with, and a human mouth to speak of love and fatherhood." I lay back against the pillows and let the tears take me. I held onto Rhys's hand and let myself cry.
Doyle came to stand beside Rhys, and laid his hand against my face. "If he had known that you would grieve him most, he would have fought it more."
I blinked back the tears, and gazed up at that dark face. "What do you mean?"
"It came to us both in a dream, Meredith. We knew that one of us would be sacrificed for the return of faerie's power. An identical dream on the same night, and we knew."
"You didn't tell me, either of you," I said, and there was accusation in my voice now. Better than tears, I supposed.
"What would you have done? When the Gods themselves choose, no one can change that. But it must be a willing sacrifice; the dream was clear on that. If Frost had known it was his heart you held most dear, he would have fought more, and I would have gone for him."
I shook my head, and moved away from his hand. "Don't you understand? If it had been you changed into another form, and lost to me, I would weep as much."
Rhys squeezed my hand. "Doyle and Frost didn't understand that they were the front-runners, together."
I jerked free of his hand, and glared up at him, happy to be angry, because it felt better than any other emotion inside me in that moment. "You're fools, all of you. Don't you understand that I would mourn you all? That there is none of my inner circle that I would lose, or risk? Do you not all understand that?" I was shouting, and it felt much better than tears.
The door to the room opened again. A nurse appeared, followed by a white-coated doctor whom I'd seen earlier. Dr. Mason was a baby doctor, and one of the best in the state, maybe in the country. This had been explained to me in detail by a lawyer whom my aunt had sent. That she had sent a mortal and not one of our court had been interesting. None of us knew what to make of it, but I felt that she was treating me as she might treat herself if our situations were reversed. She had a tendency to kill the messenger. You can always get another human lawyer, but the immortal of faerie are scarce so she sent me someone whom she could replace. But the lawyer had been very clear that the queen was thrilled at the pregnancy, and would do all she could to make my pregnancy a safe one. That included paying for Dr. Mason.
The doctor frowned at the men. "I said not to upset her, gentlemen. I meant it."
The nurse, a heavyset woman with brown hair tucked back in a ponytail, checked the monitors, and bustled around me while the doctor scolded the men.
The doctor wore a wide black headband that looked very stark against her yellow hair. It made it more clear, at least to me, that the color wasn't her natural shade. She wasn't much taller than me, but she didn't seem short as she came around the bed to face the men. She stood so that she included Rhys and Doyle by the bed, and Sholto, who was still in the corner near the chair, in her frown.
"If you persist in upsetting my patient, you will have to leave the room."
"We cannot leave her alone, Doctor," Doyle said in his deep voice. "I remember the talk, but you seem to have forgotten mine. Did I or did I not tell you that she needed to rest, and under no circumstance be upset?"
They'd had this "talk" outside the room, because I hadn't heard it. "Is there something wrong with the babies?" I asked, and now I had fear in my voice. I'd rather have been angry.
"No, Princess Meredith, the babies seem quite" — there was the smallest hesitation — "healthy."
"You're hiding something from me," I said.
The doctor and nurse exchanged a look. It was not a good look. Dr. Mason came to the side of the bed opposite the men. "I'm simply concerned about you, as I would be for any patient carrying multiples."
"I'm pregnant, not an invalid, Dr. Mason." My pulse rate was up, and the machines showed that.
I understood why I was hooked up to more machines than normal. If anything went wrong with this pregnancy there would be problems for the hospital. I was about as high profile as you got, and they were worried. Also, I'd been in shock when they brought me in, with low blood pressure, low everything, skin cold to the touch. They'd wanted to make sure my heart rate and such didn't continue to drop. Now the monitors betrayed my moods.
"Talk to me, Doctor, because the hesitation is scaring me."
She looked at Doyle, and he gave one small nod. I did not like that at all. "You told him first?" I said.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Then perhaps one more ultrasound tonight."
"I've never been pregnant before, but I know from friends I had in L.A. that ultrasounds aren't that common early in pregnancy. You've done three already. Something is wrong with the babies, isn't there?"
"I swear to you that the twins are fine. As far as I can see on the ultrasound and tell from your blood workup, you're healthy and at the beginning of a normal pregnancy. Multiples can make a pregnancy more challenging for the mother and for the doctor." She smiled at that last. "But everything about the twins looks wonderful. I swear."
"Be careful swearing to me, Doctor. I am a princess of the faerie court, and swearing is too close to giving your word. You don't want to know what might happen to you if you were forsworn to me."
"Is that a threat?" she said, drawing herself up to her full height and gripping both ends of the stethoscope around her shoulders.
"No, Doctor, a caution. Magic works around me, sometimes even in the mortal world. I just want you and all the humans who are taking care of me to understand that words you might say casually may have very different consequences when you are near me."
"So you mean if I said, 'I wish,' it might be taken seriously?"
I smiled. "Fairies don't really grant wishes, Doctor, at least not the kind in this room."
She looked a little embarrassed then. "I didn't mean... "
"It's all right," I said, "but once upon a time giving your word and then breaking it could get you hunted by the wild hunt, or bad luck could befall you. I don't know how much magic has followed me from faerie, and I just don't want anyone else hurt by accident."
"I heard about the loss of your... lover. My condolences, though in all honesty I don't understand everything I was told about it."
"Even we do not understand everything that has happened," Doyle said. "Wild magic is called wild for a reason."
She nodded as if she understood that, and I think she meant to leave. "Doctor," I said, "You wanted another ultrasound?"
She turned with a smile. "Now, would I try to get out of this room without answering your questions?"
"Apparently you would, and that wouldn't endear you to me. That you talked to Doyle before me has already put a mark against you in my mind."
"You were resting peacefully, and your aunt wanted me to talk to Captain Doyle."
"And she is paying the bills," I said.
The doctor looked flustered and a little angry. "She is also a queen, and honestly, I'm not sure how to react to her requests yet."
I smiled, but even to me the smile felt a little bitter. "If she makes anything sound like a request, Doctor, she's being very nice to you. She is queen and absolute ruler of our court. Absolute rulers don't make requests."
The doctor gripped both ends of her stethoscope again. A nervous habit, I was betting. "Well, that's as may be, but she wanted me to discuss things with your primary," she hesitated, "man in your life."
I looked up at Doyle, who was still by my bedside. "Queen Andais chose Doyle as my primary?"
"She asked who the father of the children were, and I, of course, couldn't answer that question yet. I told her that an amniocentesis would up your risk of problems right now. But Captain Doyle seems very confident that he is one of the fathers."
I nodded. "He is, and so is Rhys, and so is Lord Sholto."
She blinked at me. "Princess Meredith, you only have twins, not triplets."
I looked at her. "I know who the fathers of my children are, yes."
"But you... "
Doyle said, "Doctor, that is not what she means. Trust me, Doctor, each of my twins will have several genetic fathers, not just me."
"How can you be certain of something so impossible?"
"I had a vision from Goddess."
She opened her mouth as if she'd argue, then closed it.
She went to the other side of the room, where they had left the ultrasound machine after the last time they'd used it on me. She put on gloves, and so did the nurse. They got the tube of gloopy stuff that I'd already learned was really, really cold.
Dr. Mason didn't bother asking if I wanted any of the men to leave the room this time. It had taken her a little while to realize that I felt that all the men had a right to be in the room. The only one we were missing was Galen, and Doyle had sent him on an errand. I had been half asleep when I'd seen them talking, low, then Galen had left. I hadn't thought to ask where, or why. I trusted Doyle.
They lifted the gown, spread the blueish goo, again very cold, on my stomach, then the doctor got the chunky wand, and began to move it across my abdomen. I watched the monitor and its blurry picture. I'd actually seen the image enough that I could make out the two spots, the two shapes that were so small, they didn't even look real yet. The only thing that let me know what they were was the fast fluttering of their hearts in the image.
"See, they look perfectly fine."
"Then why all the extra tests?" I asked.
"Honestly?"
"Please."
"Because you are Princess Meredith NicEssus, and I'm covering my ass." She smiled and I smiled back.
"That is honest for a doctor," I said.
"I try," she said.
The nurse began to clean my stomach off with a cloth, then she cleaned the equipment as the doctor and I stared at each other.
"I've already had reporters pestering me and my staff for details. It isn't just the queen who's going to be watching me closely."
She gripped her stethoscope again.
"I am sorry that my status will make this harder for you and your staff."
"Just be a model patient, and we'll talk in the morning, Princess. Now, will you sleep, or at least rest?"
"I'll try."
She almost smiled, but her eyes had that guarded look like she wasn't certain she believed me. "Well, I think that's the best I can hope for, but," and she turned to the men, "no upsetting her." She actually shook a finger at them.
"She is a princess," Sholto said from the corner, "and our future queen.