House of Shadows
Royal Houses Book Two
K.A. Linde
Contents
Also By K.A. Linde
Pronunciation Guide
Tribes
1. The Celebration
2. The Murder
3. The Hangover
4. The Journey
5. The House of Shadows
6. The Princess
7. The Ball
8. The King
9. The Wall
10. The Court
11. The Masquerade
12. The Light
13. The Plot
14. The Healing
15. The Training
16. The Masters
17. The Problem
18. The Meeting
19. The Assassin
20. The Testing
21. The Course
22. The Season
23. The Lord
24. The Star
25. The Dragons
26. The Protest
27. The Library
28. The Bond
29. The Night of the Dead
30. The Camp
31. The Celebration
32. The Suspect
33. The Smoke
34. The Martyr
35. The Arrest
36. The Probation
37. The Holiday
38. The Estate
39. The Flight
40. The Confession
41. The Village
42. The Hot Springs
43. The Geivhrea
44. The Winter Party
45. The Heart
46. The Blackouts
47. The Symptoms
48. The Council
49. The Rally
50. The Aftermath
51. The Shift
52. The Sickness
53. The Spiritcaster
54. The Awakening
55. The Crux
56. The Negotiations
57. The River
59. The Shadows
60. The Battle
61. The Defeat
62. The Treaty
63. The Trial
64. The Execution
65. The Father
The Affiliate
Also By K.A. Linde
Acknowledgments
About the Author
House of Shadows
Copyright © 2021 by K.A. Linde
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN-13: 978-1948427531
A L S O B Y K. A. L I N D E
ROYAL HOUSES
House of Dragons
House of Shadows
House of Curses
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ASCENSION
The Affiliate
The Bound
The Consort
The Society
The Domina
Pronunciation Guide
CHARACTERS
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Mistress Alsia—Al-see-uh
Alura—Uh-lure-uh
Amond—Uh-mond
Mistress Anahi—Anne-uh-ee
Arbor—Ar-bur
Ashby March—Ash-bee March
Audria Ather—Aud-ree-uh Ath-er
Basem Nix—Bay-sum Nix
Master Bastian—Bast-yun
Bayton—Bay-ton
Benton—Ben-ton
Master Boze—Boz
Master Callian—Cal-yen
Clare Rahllins—Clair Rah-Lihns
Cleora—Klee-or-uh
Clover—Clove-er
Darby—Dar-bee
Dozan Rook—Doe-zen Rook
Fallon—Fal-uhn
Prince Fordham Ollivier—Ford-um Ah-liv-ee-aye
Hadrian—Hay-dree-en
Mistress Hellina “Helly”—Hell-ee-nuh
Irena—Ih-reen-uh
Isa—Ee-suh
Keres—Kerr-is
Kerrigan Argon—Care-ih-gen Arh-gone
Lord Kivrin Argon—Kiv-rin Arh-gone
Master Kress—Kres
Master Lockney—Lock-nee
Master Lorian—Lor-ee-uhn
Lyam—Lee-um
Mistress Moran—Mor-in
Mistress Movanna—Moh-Vahn-uh
Noda—No-duh
Parris—Pear-is
Prescott—Press-cot
Master Raysor—Ray-sore
Roake—Roke
Mistress Sencha—Sen-shuh
Lady Sonali—Suh-nahl-ee
Thea—Thee-uh
Master Tippan—Tip-En
Valia—Val-ee-uh
Wynter—Win-ter
Mistress Zahina “Zina”—Zuh-heen-uh “Zeen-uh”
DRAGONS
Androma—An-dro-muh
Avirix—Uh-veer-ix
Evien—Ev-ee-en
Ferrinix—Fair-ih-nix
Gelryn—Gehl-rin
Luxor—Lux-er
Netta—Net-uh
Oria—Or-ee-uh
Tavry—Tahv-ree
Tieran—Teer-en
Vox—Vaaks
Tribes
The twelve tribes of Alandria were split into four groups based on how they perceived the use of magic: Woodloch to the wooded west, Viland to the hills of the east, Tosin to the mountains of the north, and Moran to the rocky south. Though the twelve tribes are autonomous, the Society rules over all.
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WOODLOCH
Magic should be used for might.
(warriors, weapons, armor)
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Galanthea
Herasi
Venatrix
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VILAND
Magic should be used for good.
(healing, medicine, art)
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Bryonica
Concha
Ibarra
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TOSIN
Magic should be used for efficiency.
(everyday tasks, mining, travel)
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Erewa
Sayair
Zavala
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MORAN
Magic should be used for nothing.
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Aude
Elsiande
Genoa
1
The Celebration
“You just won the dragon tournament. What are you going to do next?”
Kerrigan swatted at Clover. “Stop it. You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m not ridiculous. I’m beyond excited for my best friend.” Clover leaned back against the bar. Her dark bob hanging severely in front of her face, her smile the brightest Kerrigan had ever seen.
When Clover, Hadrian, and Darby had pulled her out of Draco Mountain, Kerrigan had tried to match their enthusiasm. A day earlier, s
he’d been fighting for her life in a tournament she hadn’t entered. She had ended victorious, becoming the first half-Fae full member of the Society and a dragon rider. In two week’s time, she was going to start a year of dragon training. It sounded miraculous. If only there wasn’t about a million reasons it was anything but.
“Come on, Ker,” Hadrian said. His blue hair was coifed elegantly against the golden brown of his skin. The cravat at his neck, half-undone, was the only indication of his inebriation. “Don’t look like that. We’re celebrating.”
“Agreed,” Darby said. “I’m out, aren’t I? If this isn’t a reason to overindulge, I don’t know what is.”
Darby’s midnight skin was coated in a gold shimmer, and her long black tresses gleamed in the dying firelight. She technically wasn’t even supposed to be out with them now that she was a member of a royal Bryonican family, but she’d flouted authority and gone out to celebrate.
It wasn’t every day that a Dragon Blessed from the House of Dragons became a full-fledged member of the Society—the governmental body of the city of Kinkadia and all of Alandria. Actually, it had never happened. It wasn’t even supposed to happen. The House of Dragons was a feeder program for underprivileged Fae to move up in the world. It had worked for Hadrian and Darby, but Kerrigan wasn’t like her friends. She was only half-Fae, and no one had wanted her.
“Seriously, you need to let the last forty-eight hours go and have another drink,” Clover said, pushing an ale toward her. “Everyone else is buying anyway.”
Which was true. The dragon tournament was the most lauded event in Alandrian history. The winners were treated like heroes, and everyone wanted to celebrate, which meant drink after drink after drink. She could feel that she had overindulged.
“My head is already spinning,” she said with a laugh.
Hadrian rolled his eyes. “When has that ever stopped you?”
She raised a pint to him. “Fair point.”
Kerrigan tipped back the ale and took a long drink. It was the good stuff. Not the swill she and Clover normally drank in the Wastes. No, tonight, they’d had to forgo the underground pit, where Clover worked as a card dealer, for a more reputable tavern. They’d ended up in The Dragon Scales on the Square in Central Kinkadia. It was fancier than anywhere but a royal home but still just a tavern. The same sort of customers and the same sort of drink.
Kerrigan set her half-finished drink on the bar and forced down a yawn. She was about to suggest that they all join the dancing outside when a man sent her drink sprawling.
“Scales,” Kerrigan gasped. She jumped away from the spilled ale, but it was too late. The drink coated her dress and down one side of her body.
“Hey, watch what you’re doing!” Clover snarled at the man.
The man stood to his considerable height, more than a head taller than Kerrigan. His ears were severely pointed, a clear indicator that he was full-blooded Fae. His skin was creamy white and eyes the darkest brown, and he was currently glaring at Kerrigan, having already discarded Clover’s comment.
“Your kind isn’t welcome in this establishment,” he said coldly.
Kerrigan straightened up. “My kind?”
“We’ve been here all night,” Hadrian said as if he hadn’t heard the insinuation about her being half-Fae. “If you have a problem with that, then you can go somewhere else.”
“They should never defile the Society halls with someone like you, leatha.”
A sharp intake of breath was heard all around Kerrigan. A buzzing filled her ears at the horrid word. It was ancient Fae language, originally meaning half-Fae, but modern connotation had made it a slur, more commonly meaning half-breed bitch. It wasn’t slung around in polite society.
Most people in this fancy tavern probably hadn’t heard it spoken aloud, except in jest. Not that Kerrigan ever found those jests funny. But Kerrigan had heard the word enough not to flinch from it.
“Creative,” she crooned. She was too tipsy for this. “I’m so glad that you don’t get a vote.”
He took a menacing step forward, but she just laughed. It was the wrong move. She had known it somewhere deep in her brain that laughing at this man would provoke him, but did he think he was frightening? She’d won the dragon tournament, and not that he knew this, but she was a prized fighter in the Wastes. He couldn’t touch her. His overconfidence was almost endearing, if not suicidal.
“I’ll give you something to laugh at,” he said and then threw his fist toward her face.
She was drunk, not incapacitated.
She fluidly slid out of his reach. Her reflexes were a half-second slower than normal, but it wasn’t like he was Prince Fordham Ollivier. Fordham was the only person besting her four out of five bouts. This was just a Fae male who thought he was better than her.
The male overcorrected for the missed punch and tried to throw another one. She caught his fist in her hand and wrenched it sideways. He cried out.
“That isn’t very nice,” she slurred slightly. “Someone should teach you some manners.”
She jerked the man forward, bringing her knee up to his face with a satisfying crunch. Then, she threw him to the ground at her feet. She could have finished it then with the adrenaline coursing through her, but Darby put a hand on her shoulder.
“Kerrigan, everyone’s watching,” she whispered.
She came back to herself then, stepping away from the man. Her hands were shaking from the fight. It had happened in a matter of seconds, and she hadn’t even needed to use her magic. But this wasn’t the kind of place that erupted into brawls. The room had quieted, and all eyes were on her. They hadn’t seen this brute attack her, but they’d sure seen her finish it. Were they seeing a Society member enacting justice? Or a half-Fae getting revenge, knowing that no one could stop her now?
She shook her head and backed away from the man on the ground. He’d earned his beating, but she couldn’t be the pit fighter anymore. She had to uphold the Society laws. Gods, she’d messed up.
And the fire in the man’s eyes said that he hated her all the more. Just like these entitled Fae males always did.
“Let’s get out of here,” Clover said. Her hand landed on Kerrigan’s pale, freckled arm, still sticky with ale.
“Maybe I should …”
Hadrian shook his head. “Leaving is the right call.”
Kerrigan shot an apologetic look to the bartender, a middle-aged woman. She smiled back kindly as Kerrigan slid a dozen marks on the bar. “For the trouble.”
She waved Kerrigan off. “I saw what happened. Wouldn’t be the first time he needed a good beating.”
Kerrigan laughed tightly at the words and then let her friends pull her out of the crowded bar. The noise had returned to the establishment, and the brute had picked himself off of the ground, but Kerrigan still felt uneasy.
“I didn’t handle that right,” she said with a hand to her temple.
“You handled him just fine,” Clover said.
“You should have let it go,” Darby whispered. Clover glared at her. All of the usual flirtatious looks between them had evaporated in the last week. Kerrigan didn’t know what it meant, but she didn’t like it. Darby held up her hands. “What he did and said was terrible, but she’s a Society member now. That means something. She can’t get involved in bar fights.”
Clover opened her mouth to argue, but Kerrigan stopped her. “She’s right. I’m going to be held to a higher standard.”
“So, you just have to deal with people like him insulting you?” Clover asked.
Kerrigan shrugged. “I don’t know. This has never happened before. There’s never been a half-Fae Society member. Let alone one who earned her spot below the age requirement, who hadn’t officially entered, who didn’t have a tribe, and who was part of the House of Dragons.”
“It is unprecedented,” Hadrian agreed as they set off around the busy Square. A bonfire blazed at the center, and groups danced merrily late into the evening. “But he was wro
ng for saying something.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Clover said, purposely antagonizing Hadrian, as she always did.
“So, what should we do with the rest of our night?” Kerrigan asked before Hadrian could retaliate.
“Wastes!” Clover cried.
Darby yawned and put a hand to her mouth to cover it. “I think I’m done for the evening. Maybe we should all say good night. Don’t you have to leave in the morning, Kerrigan?”
Kerrigan frowned at the words. She did have to leave in the morning. But she didn’t want to think about it. It was half the reason that she’d allowed her friends to cajole her out into celebrating. Tomorrow, she would be leaving for the House of Shadows with Fordham. And he wasn’t out here tonight with her because things were complicated, to say the least.