<i>The crowd toasts at</i>the end of the feast, their sses raised to the royal table. On they go, lords anddies in a rainbow of color trying to wiggle their way into favor. I’ll have to learn them all soon, matching color to house and house to people. Maven whispers their names to me in turn, even though I won’t remember them tomorrow. At first it’s annoying, but soon I find myself leaning in to hear the names.


    Lord Samos is thest to stand, and when he does, a hush falls. This manmands respect, even among titans. Though his ck robes are in, trimmed with simple silk, and he has no great jewels or badges to speak of, he has the undeniable air of power. I don’t need Maven to tell me he’s the highest of the High Houses, a person to be feared above all others.


    “Volo Samos,” Maven murmurs. “Head of House Samos. He owns and operates the iron mines. Every gun in the wares from hisnd.”


    <i>So he’s not just a noble. His importancees from more than just titles</i>.


    Volo’s toast is short and to the point. “To my daughter,” he rumbles, his voice low, steady, and strong. “The future queen.”


    <span id="page_108" title="108">“To Evangeline!” Ptolemus shouts, jumping to his feet next to his father. His eyes ze around the room, daring someone to oppose them. A few lords anddies look annoyed, angry even, but they raise their cups with the rest, saluting the new princess. Their sses reflect the light, each one a tiny star in the hand of a god.


    When he finishes, Queen ra and King Tiberias rise, both of them smiling at their many guests. Cal gets up as well, then Evangeline, then Maven, and after one dumb moment, I join them. The many houses do the same at their tables, and the scraping of chairs on marble sounds like nails on a stone. Thankfully, the king and queen simply bow and walk down the short set of steps leading away from our high table.<i>It’s over</i>. I’ve made it through my first night.


    Cal takes Evangeline’s hand and leads her after them, with Maven and me bringing up the rear. When Maven takes my hand, his skin is shockingly cold.


    The Silvers press in on both sides, watching us pass in heavy silence. Their faces are curious, cunning, cruel—and behind every false smile is a reminder;<i>they are watching</i>. Every eye scraping over me, looking for cracks and imperfections, makes me squirm, but I cannot break.


    I cannot slip. Not now, not ever. I’m one of them. I’m special.<i>I’m an ident. I’m a lie. And my life depends on maintaining the illusion</i>.


    Maven tightens his fingers in mine, willing me onward. “It’s almost over,” he whispers as we near the far end of the hall. “Almost there.”


    The feeling of being smothered passes as we leave the feast behind, but the cameras follow us with heavy, electric eyes. The more I think about it, the stronger their gaze bes, until I can sense where the cameras are before I see them. Maybe this is a side effect of my “condition.” Maybe I’ve just never been surrounded by this much electricity before, and this is how everyone feels.<i>Or maybe I’m just a freak</i>.


    <span id="page_109" title="109">Back in the passageway, a group of Sentinels waits to escort us upstairs. But then, what threats could there possibly be to these people? Cal, Maven, and King Tiberias can control fire. ra can control<i>minds</i>. What could they fear?


    <i>We will rise, Red as the dawn</i>. Farley’s voice, my brother’s words, the creed of the Scarlet Guard,es back to me. They attacked the capital already; this could even be their next target.<i>I</i>could be a target. Farley could hold me up in another hijacked broadcast, revealing me to the world in an attempt to undermine the Silvers. “<i>Look at their lies, look at</i>this<i>lie</i>,” she would say, pushing my face into the camera, bleeding me red for all the world to see.


    Crazier and crazier thoughtse to mind, each one more frightening and oundish than thest.<i>This ce is making me insane after just one day</i>.


    “That went well,” ra says, snatching her hand away from the king when we reach the residence floors. He doesn’t seem to mind in the least. “Take the girls to their rooms.”


    She doesn’t direct hermand at anyone in particr, but four Sentinels break off from the group. Their eyes glitter behind their ck masks.


    “I can do it,” Cal and Maven say in unison. They nce at each other, startled.


    ra raises one perfect eyebrow. “That would be inappropriate.”


    “I’ll escort Mareena, Mavey can take Evangeline,” Cal offers quickly, and Maven purses his lips at the nickname.<i>Mavey</i>. Probably what Cal called him as a boy and now it’s stuck, the emblem of a younger brother, always in shadow, always second.


    The king shrugs. “Let them, ra. The girls need a good night of sleep, and Sentinels would give anydy bad dreams.” He chuckles,<span id="page_110" title="110">tossing a yful nod at the guards. They don’t respond, silent as stone. I don’t know if they’re allowed to talk at all.


    After a moment of tense silence, the queen turns on her heel. “Very well.” Like any wife, she hates her husband for challenging her, and like any queen, she hates the power the king holds over her.<i>A badbination</i>.


    “To bed,” the king says, his voice a bit more forceful and authoritative. The Sentinels stay with him, following when he goes the opposite way from his wife. I guess they don’t sleep in the same room, but that’s not much of a shock.


    “My room is where, exactly?” Evangeline asks, ring at Maven. The blushing queen-to-be is gone, reced by the sharp she-devil I recognize.


    He gulps at the sight of her. “Uh, this way, miss—ma’am—mydy.” He holds out an arm to her, but she breezes right by him. “Good night, Cal, Mareena,” Maven sighs, making a point of looking at me.


    I can only nod at the retreating prince.<i>My betrothed</i>. The thought makes me want to be sick. Even though he seemed polite, nice even, he’s<i>Silver</i>. And he’s ra’s son, which might be even worse. His smiles and kind words cannot hide that from me. Cal’s just as bad, raised to rule, to perpetuate this world of division even further.


    He watches Evangeline disappear, his eyes lingering on her retreating form in a way that makes me strangely annoyed.


    “You picked a real winner,” I mutter once she’s out of earshot.


    Cal’s smile dies with a downward twitch, and he starts walking toward my room, ascending the sloping spiral. My little legs fight to keep up with his long strides, but he doesn’t seem to notice, lost in thought.


    <span id="page_111" title="111">Finally he turns, his eyes like hot coals. “I didn’t pick anything. Everyone knows that.”


    “At least you knew this wasing. I woke up this morning and didn’t even have a boyfriend.” Cal winces at my words, but I don’t care. I can’t handle his self-pity. “And, you know, there’s the ‘you’re going to be king’ thing. That must be a boost.”


    He chuckles to himself, but he’s notughing. His eyes darken, and he takes a step forward, surveying me from head to toe. Instead of looking judgmental, he seems sad. Deeply sad in the red-gold pools of his eyes, a little boy lost, looking for someone to save him.


    “You’re a lot like Maven,” he says after a long moment that makes my heart race.


    “You mean engaged to a stranger? We do have that inmon.”


    “You’re both very smart.” I can’t help but snort. Cal obviously doesn’t know I can’t get through a fourteen-year-old’s math test. “You know people, you understand them, you see through them.”


    “I did a great job of thatst night. I definitely knew you were the crown prince the whole time.” I still can’t believe it was onlyst night.<i>What a difference a day makes</i>.


    “You knew I didn’t belong.”


    His sadness is contagious, sending an ache over me. “So we’ve switched ces.”


    Suddenly the pce doesn’t seem so beautiful or so magnificent. The hard metal and stone is too severe, too bright, too unnatural, trapping me in. And underneath it all, the electric buzz of cameras drones on. It’s not even a sound but a feeling in my skin, in my bones, in my blood. My mind reaches out to the electricity, as if on instinct.<i>Stop</i>, I tell myself.<i>Stop</i>. The hair stands up on my arm as something sizzles beneath my skin, a crackling energy I can’t control. Of course it returns<span id="page_112" title="112">now, when it’s thest thing I want.


    But the feeling passes as quickly as it came, and the electricity shifts to a low hum again, letting the world return to normal.


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    Cal stares down at me, confused.


    “Sorry,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Just thinking.”


    He nods, looking almost apologetic. “About your family?”


    The words hit me like a p. They hadn’t even crossed my mind in thest few hours, and it sickens me.<i>A few hours of silk and royalty have already changed me</i>.


    “I’ve sent a conscript release for your brothers and your friend, and an officer to your house, to tell your parents where you are,” Cal continues, thinking this might calm me. “We can’t tell them everything though.”


    I can only imagine how that went.<i>Oh, hello. Your daughter is a Silver now, and she’s going to marry a prince. You’ll never see her again, but we’ll send you some money to help out. Even trade, don’t you think?</i>


    “They know you work for us and have to live here, but they still think you’re a servant. For now, at least. When your life bes more public, we’ll figure out how to deal with them.”


    “Can I write to them at least?” Shade’s letters were always a bright spot in our dark days. Maybe mine will be the same.


    But Cal shakes his head. “I’m sorry, that’s just not possible.”


    “I didn’t think so.”


    He ushers me into my room, which quickly sparkles to life. Motion-activated lights, I think. Like back in the hallway, my senses sharpen and everything electrical bes a burning feeling in my mind. Immediately I know there are no less than four cameras in my room and that makes me squirm.


    <span id="page_113" title="113">“It’s for your own protection. If anyone were to intercept the letters, to find out about you—”


    “Are the cameras in here<i>for my own protection</i>?” I ask, gesturing to the walls. The cameras stab into my skin, watching every inch of me. It’s maddening, and after a day like today, I don’t know how much more I can take. “I’m locked in this nightmare pce, surrounded by walls and guards and people who will tear me to shreds, and I can’t even get a moment’s peace in my own room.”


    Instead of snapping back at me, Cal looks bewildered. His eyes ze around. The walls are bare, but he must be able to sense them too. How can anyone not feel the eyes pressing down?


    “Mare, there aren’t any cameras in here.”


    I wave a hand at him, dismissive. The electrical hum still breaks against my skin. “Don’t be stupid. I can feel them.”


    Now he truly looks lost. “Feel them? What do you mean?”


    “I—” But the words die in my throat as I realize: he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t even<i>know</i>what I’m saying. How can I exin this to him, if he doesn’t already know? How can I tell him I feel the energy in the air like a pulse, like another part of me? Like another sense? Would he even understand?


    <i>Would anyone?</i>


    “Is that—not normal?”


    Something flickers in his eyes as he hesitates, trying to find the words to tell me I’m different. Even among the Silvers, I’m something else.


    “Not to my knowledge,” he finally says.


    My voice sounds small, even to me. “I don’t think anything about me is normal anymore.”


    He opens his mouth to speak but thinks better of it. There’s nothing<span id="page_114" title="114">he can say to make me feel better. There’s nothing he can do for me at all.


    In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she bes a princess. Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again.