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  Princess Triumvirate

  Pirate Princess, Book Two

  Catherine Banks

  Turbo Kitten Industries

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the

  product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to

  actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Catherine Banks

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

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  Chapter One

  The laboratory we were in was so clean that it was almost sterile and yet the various pieces of animals floating in small jars made it feel as disgusting as a dungeon. Two weeks had passed since Prince Marquez of Drimla had tried to use a magical expunger, a device that took away people’s magic, on the Kingdom of Crilan. I was able to stop him, but it had cost me dearly.

  We set sail shortly after the attack, traveling to Drimla, and began our assault on the small Kingdom. I wanted to be out on the frontlines fighting beside Jared and Finn, but they had ordered me to accompany Faxon on the search of the laboratories. Faxon, my tutor and friend, was examining the other half of the laboratory, his eyes roving over every inch, using his years of knowledge and magic mastery. He was a Seer and while I hadn’t asked him exactly what he could do, I knew not to doubt him.

  “Find anything?” he asked me.

  I shook my head and tossed the notes I had found into a box, which we would take back with us to do more thorough research on. Anger boiled within me and threatened to overflow if I didn’t find an outlet for it soon.

  Faxon set his hand on my shoulder and turned me away from the desk to face him. “You haven’t talked to me in three days. Are you upset with me over something?”

  I shook my head and looked at my hands. “I’m not upset with you. You saved me. If anything, I am in your debt.”

  He tilted my chin up with his fingers and stared straight into my eyes. “You owe me nothing. I did what I did because I love you, Tilia. I would do it again and again, no matter the circumstances.”

  Tears were bubbling over the edges of my eyelids, but I didn’t have anything to say to him.

  “Talk to me,” he begged.

  “I feel useless,” I confessed with a sob.

  He hugged me, resting his chin on top of my head. “You are not useless.” He pushed me back after a moment, hands on my shoulders and said, “You are one of the best fighters in the Kingdom. You could defeat Drimla’s forces on your own if we let you.”

  “Then why are you guys babying me?”

  He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides. “You almost died, Tilia.”

  He didn’t have to remind me. I had nightmares replaying the events of that day almost every night.

  “That’s not something that is easily forgotten,” he whispered.

  “How would you feel, if you were me?” I asked him.

  He flinched, the thought of being without his magic something terrifying to him. “I can’t imagine how you are feeling, which is why I wish that you would talk to me more.”

  I felt bad, we had just grown to be very close friends, but I felt hollow. None of them could understand how I felt. None of them were empty inside, missing a piece of themselves that made them feel inadequate.

  Faxon hugged me again and sighed heavily. “We will figure this out, Tilia. I promise that I will not stop until I learn everything that I can about this.”

  I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered, “You have done enough for me as it is, Faxon. You owe me nothing.”

  I moved away from him before I started crying in earnest and resumed my search of the disturbing experiments. What were they doing with these animal babies? They all looked in tact, just small. “What do you think they were doing with these?” I asked Faxon.

  “They could have been doing any number of things. You don’t really want to know what is possible with specimens like these.”

  “Do we do experiments like this?” I asked softly.

  He looked up at me and I saw the answer clearly on his face. “Do you think less of me, knowing this?” he asked softly.

  I shook my head and tried not to picture Faxon cutting into a small tiger cub. I was not succeeding.

  “Anything?” Eric asked as he entered the room.

  Eric was a royal from Blith, but he had been so far back in the bloodlines that he never had a chance of taking the throne, so he came to Crilan and joined the King’s Steel, working his way up and retiring last year. He rejoined after Blith’s King worked with the King of Trian to kidnap me. I would have died if not for Blith’s Prince waking Eric and allowing him to contact my family. I had picked on Eric when we were kids and now I felt bad about that.

  “Nothing out of the ordinary,” Faxon said.

  “Esmeralda wants you to come look at what she found,” he informed us.

  “Why didn’t you start with that?” I asked indignantly.

  “I wanted to make sure you hadn’t found something too,” he explained.

  I rolled my eyes at him as I passed him by. Eric jogged ahead, leading the way. Faxon walked at my side, a place he took almost daily now. I knew I should be thankful for his protection, but it was becoming increasingly irritating. I hated being treated like a fragile doll, even though I felt that way. Something I also hated.

  “Hello,” Esmeralda, my aunt and the Queen of Crilan, said when we entered the laboratory she was in. “You need to see this.”

  Faxon walked over to her, but I stayed back a bit, next to Eric, so that the two Arch Mages could examine whatever it was that she had found. I would only get in their way if I tried to help.

  “Any word on the battle outside?” I asked Eric in a whisper.

  “They’re down to only one hundred fighters, but they’re not giving up yet.”

  “Are…”

  “They’re fine, Tilia,” Eric answered my question before I could finish it. He knew I had been asking about Finn, my fiancé and a former pirate captain, and my uncle, the King of Crilan.

  Esmeralda was pointing at some writing in the books she had found and then waving her hands animatedly as she told Faxon about her find. Faxon listened to her while he read and then he set down the notes and ran a hand through his hair. He only did that when he was upset.

  “What is it?” I asked, approaching the table where Esmeralda had spread not
es across the top.

  “This is a ledger,” Esmeralda explained.

  Faxon turned away, flames licking up his arms as his anger drew on his power. It was rare that Faxon was angry enough to show it in that manner. What was in there that caused him so much fury?

  “It is a record of the money they spent, the dates, and the number of devices that they purchased,” Esmeralda continued, but kept an eye on Faxon as he walked away from us to the far side of the room.

  “Purchased? I thought they were making these?” I asked her in shock. If they weren’t making them, then who was?

  “There isn’t a name or supplier listed,” she said, “but we will take all of this paperwork back with us to search more thoroughly.”

  Faxon punched the wall on the far side of the laboratory and when he let his hand drop, a hole the size of a cantaloupe went all the way through the eight inches of stone, showing the sunshine outside.

  I rarely saw him angry and it was slightly terrifying to see a man punch a hole through a wall with only his power.

  “I’m going to the field to assist Jared,” Faxon said in a growl.

  “I’m coming,” I said, walking towards him, but one scathing look from him stopped me in my tracks.

  “Eric, stay with the Queen and Princess,” Faxon ordered him.

  Eric nodded his head and began helping Esmeralda stack the papers and put them into a box for transport.

  I watched Faxon leave. Once he was gone I went to help Esmeralda and Eric.

  “Are you going to tell me why he’s mad?” I asked Esmeralda while we worked.

  She shook her head. “It’s only a speculation right now and not something of mine to share. Let’s just hope that my theory is not in any way true.”

  “You are beyond infuriating,” I growled at her.

  “I know that we have to be more open with you, but there are things from each of our pasts that I would hope you never learn about. There are some things that are just meant to stay in the past.”

  I understood what she was saying, but I was going to be queen someday and I would not be able to rule well if I did not have a vast amount of knowledge. I would let this lie for now, but that would not be the last time I brought it up and tried to find out what all of these secrets were.

  It took us an hour to finish boxing up all of the papers. It would have taken us longer if Esmeralda had not agreed to my plan of just bringing everything with us now and sorting through it all once we were home in Crilan. There was just too much to go through right now or we would be in the laboratory for a week.

  “Do we have any leads?” I asked as I carried a box to the ship. “Aside from your theory?”

  “I’m not sure, but Jared still has to interrogate their Arch Mage and he will likely have more answers for us.”

  I knew better than to discuss the type of interrogation techniques Jared would be using because I didn’t want to go down that particularly dark path yet. There were things that were done out of necessity, but I liked having a blind eye to it while I could. I was capable of handling battle and most violent excursions, but interrogation and torture were things I steered clear of.

  I stacked my box on top of the one Esmeralda had been carrying and then walked up the stairs from the storage hold and out to the bow of the ship, gripping the railing as I inhaled the salty ocean air. I closed my eyes and focused on the sway of the boat from the gentle waves, the sound of the creaking wood beneath my feet, and the calls of the birds overhead.

  “Your beauty continues to grow every time I see you, but when you are on a ship with the sea breeze weaving through your hair, I lose my breath,” Finn whispered from behind me.

  The edges of my mouth quirked up at the sides thanks to his compliment. He was my moon and his presence brought me peace no matter the turmoil I felt inside. “Is the battle still waging or did you sneak away for a quick break?” He was the fastest man in the world, able to run across water without breaking the surface. I would not put it past him to take a trip to ensure I wasn’t getting into trouble and then go back to the battle.

  “The men of Drimla have finally accepted their defeat at the hands of the Dragon of Crilan and the King,” he whispered and slipped his hands around the sides of my waist until they were clasped together on my stomach.

  “Best not let the King hear your blasphemy,” I teased him.

  He and Jared had been quibbling off and on about whether or not Finn should have taken the title of Dragon when Finn defeated Jared at the tournament.

  Finn turned me around and pinned me to the railing with his hands on either side of my body. “What troubles the most beautiful woman in all of the Kingdoms this night?”

  I opened my eyes and tears slipped down my cheeks silently despite the pain they left in their wake. “I’m trying to cope, but…”

  He crushed our mouths together in a toe-curling kiss. When he had his fill, he leaned back and said, “We will figure this out eventually, but you must be patient.”

  I knew he was right and yet… “If you didn’t have your speed, what would you feel like? It’s been two weeks and I feel even worse,” I admitted to him.

  “I understand it’s tough and I would do whatever I could to go back in time and change things. I hate seeing you hurting like this.”

  “I know,” I whispered. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

  “After we finish up today, we will talk more, okay? I don’t like cutting you short when you’re opening up about everything, but I do need to go back and help Jared.”

  “Finn,” I whispered around the lump that had formed in my throat. “Do you…” I couldn’t ask him. I could not ask him the question I had been thinking about every day because I was terrified of his answer.

  “Do I what?” he asked softly. He pushed my hair to the side and kissed my cheek.

  “Do you think we could sneak away tonight? Just for a little while. They’re babying me and I am going to explode at any moment.”

  He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Whatever you want, my love.”

  With that, he disappeared, his speed taking him off the boat and to wherever it was that he was meeting Jared.

  I looked up and saw Eric lingering at the other end of the ship trying to look anywhere, but at me. I scowled at him as I approached. “How long have you been there?”

  “Faxon ordered me to stay with you,” he reminded me.

  “Where’s Esmeralda?” I asked, letting my annoyance at his presence drop. It wasn’t his fault that Faxon had ordered him to stay near me and he did not deserve to have me take out my frustrations on him.

  “Below deck. She said she wanted to talk to the chef about tonight’s meal.”

  “Were we given any orders?” I asked him.

  He shook his head.

  “Well, we better go find Esmeralda and see if she has anything for us to do. She most likely does.”

  He nodded his head in agreement and together we searched the lower levels of the ship for the Queen. This ship was built only a few years earlier, but the wood it had been built from was old, very old. The wood smelled heavenly and as we walked I found myself running my fingertips along the grooves and drawing in deep breaths. It smelled like home, my first home, with my father.

  “You miss sailing, don’t you?” Eric asked me.

  I nodded my head. “You ever look back on your life and wonder what might have been had circumstances been different?”

  He laughed. “I don’t know anyone who doesn’t.”

  “I wonder what would have become of me had I not been taken to Crilan. Would I be a captain of my own ship? Would I be working under my dad still? Or would I have given it up and taken to land for a man?”

  “Our lives would have been incredibly different without your influence. I doubt I ever would have joined the King’s Steel. And I probably would live in Blith still. Without you, I would be a much different man.”

  I stopped walking and turne
d to look at him. “Really?”

  He nodded his head, wholly serious. “Honest truth.”

  I found it strange to know that I had affected Eric’s life so much. The knowledge that without me beating him up that summer he might never have become a Commander was startling.

  What would life have been like for Esmeralda and Jared? Would Faxon be different? Surely, they would not have had as much trouble.

  “Why are you scowling?” Esmeralda asked me as she approached down the hallway.

  “Nothing. Do you have a task for us?” I didn’t want to tell her what I had been thinking about.

  She held up a basket that she was carrying. “I got food for us, Jared, and Finn. I was going to find a place in the castle to eat and see if I could convince the boys to come join us.”

  “I can take the food to the castle and get everything set up while you go find Jared and Finn,” I offered.

  “Do you want me to search for Faxon?” Eric asked.

  Esmeralda shook her head. “It’s best if we just leave him alone for now. He’ll come get food when he is hungry.” She handed me the basket and said, “Eric, stay with Tilia.”

  “I don’t need a babysitter,” I grumbled at her, but didn’t really put any emphasis on the statement since I knew my protests would not matter. They had been falling on deaf ears for two weeks now.

  “Finn would flip his lid if he knew that I let you wander off into an enemy castle by yourself. Besides, I have the ability to teleport to Jared, so I won’t be walking through the castle or risking myself to an enemy attack.”

  Eric gripped my elbow lightly and tugged. “Come on, let’s set up and then we can pick the best pieces for ourselves to eat.”

  After we climbed up the stairs to the main deck, walked off the boat, and to dry land, I felt my irritation shoved down by a mass of numbness. I had begun to depend on the numbness. Being numb was easier than caring or feeling. It wasn’t until Eric dropped his hand to open the door that I realized he had kept hold of me the entire time. Was he afraid that I’d try to run away? Where would I go?