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  • The Shadow Queen(Black Jewels,Book 7)(3) by Anne Bishop
  • *That’s probably every Warlord Prince left in Dena Nehele,* Theran replied.

    *Probably. And a better response than I’d hoped for.*

    What wasn’t said was that only a handful of those men wore an Opal that was considered a dark Jewel. He and Talon, wearing Green and Sapphire, were the strongest males in the Territory. Everyone else wore lighter Jewels.

    They formed a semicircle around him and Talon, the lighter Jewels leaving spaces so the darker-Jeweled males could stand in the front.

    Except for one Opal-Jeweled Warlord Prince who stood apart from the others—a Prince whose golden brown skin marked him as having a Shalador bloodline. Maybe even being pure Shalador.

    Lord Jared’s coloring. Lord Jared’s race.

    Theran resisted the urge to look at his own hand and see the similarities.

    “Would you care to join us, Prince Ranon?” Talon said.

    “I can hear from where I’m standing,” was the chilly reply.

    Talon nodded as if the less-than-courteous response made no difference.

    Prince Archerr, another who wore Opal Jewels, stepped forward. “You called us here, and we answered. But none of us can afford to be gone long. The landens have to be held on a tight leash, and some of us are the only trained warrior left in our piece of Dena Nehele.”

    Theran nodded. “Then I’ll come to the point. We need a Queen.”

    A moment of disbelieving silence before several men made derisive sounds.

    “Tell us something we don’t know,” Spere said.

    “We’ve got Queens, more or less,” Archerr said.

    “Would you serve any of them?” Theran asked.

    “When the sun shines in Hell.”

    Mutters with an undercurrent of anger.

    “We have Queens,” Theran said. “Women who, even in their prime, weren’t considered strong enough to be a concern to the Queens who whored for Dorothea SaDiablo. And we have Queens who are still little girls, barely old enough to begin training in basic Craft. And we have a handful who are adolescents.”

    “One being a fifteen-year-old who’s turning into such a ripe bitch she may not live long enough to be sixteen,” Archerr said bitterly.

    “We need a Queen who knows how to be a Queen,” Theran said. “We need a Queen who could rule Dena Nehele in the same tradition as the Gray Lady.”

    “You won’t find one of those within our own borders,” Spere said. “Don’t you think we’ve all been looking? And if you look beyond our borders to find a Queen mature enough to rule, the males in that Territory aren’t going to give up anyone good. And since I live in a village along the western border, I can tell you the Territories west of us aren’t doing any better.”

    “I know,” Theran replied.

    “Then where are we supposed to find a Queen?” Archerr asked.

    “In Kaeleer.”

    Silence. Not even embarrassed coughs or shuffling feet.

    “There’s no way into Kaeleer except through the service fairs,” Shaddo said. “At least, no other way to get into the Shadow Realm and stay alive long enough to state your business.”

    “Yes, there is,” Theran said, grateful that he and Talon had considered this possibility. “Someone goes to the Black Mountain.”

    Ninety-eight men stared at him.

    “And does what?” Archerr asked quietly.

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