


A Conspiracy of Queens

by Garnet-Princess



Category: Queen's Thief series
Genre: Drama, Friendship
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2010-03-26
Updated: 2010-05-31
Packaged: 2013-12-14 07:49:51
Rating: T
Chapters: 2
Words: 883
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5844915/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2170254/Garnet-Princess
Summary: Queen's Thief, book 5. My version. Enjoy! Pease R&R! Most of it in first persont - Gen's and Costis's . More Gen, less Costis. Rated T for violence. Romance later on.





	1. Chapter 1

"I yield," a sweat-soaked Sophos panted. I lowered my wooden practice sword and almost laughed at the astonished expression on his face.

"What? Did you think you could have beaten me?" Sounis's cheeks flushed a vrght tomato red. He might have a stranger's face now – with the broken nose and scars – but underneath it was still my old painfully-shy friend. N one else could blush a deeper red in all of Attolia, Eddis, or Sounis. "Let's say that this is payback time."

"Payback time?" he asked. Sometimes, he can be slow.

"For throwing me into my attendants on your last visit here. Again, Sophos?"

He gasped in mock horror. "Spare me, O great king! Spare me!

"Coward," I teased, throwing my practice sword at him. He duckekd and it went sailing over his head. "You're getting better at that," I commented.

"Well, what's a mere king compared to the likes of you, Gen? Why, you're practically an emporer. King to both Attolia and Eddis, and Sounis himself is your slave," he laughed.

I laughed too. "Sounis, you're a venomous little snake."

"Well, who are you calling 'little'?" he demanded. "I'm half a head taller than you, and almost twice as heavy."

"Well, you are a bit on the giant side," I shrugged.

"And I have more muscles," he announced, almost as an after-thought. He flexed his arm. Quite impressive, although I wasn't going to tell him as much.

"Flabs of fat!" I snorted.

"Muscles!"

"Flabs of fat!"

"Boys, boys," a familiar voice chided. "Not fighting again, are you?" Two women stepped out from the shadow of a nearby oak tree. I sometimes wonder how they had become friends. The one who'd spoken was ill-proportioned with a broken nose. She was the ex-Queen of Eddis and my favourite cousin. The other was graceful in a ruby gown, raven hair cascading down her back – my dear Irene. My cousin was fire, a smile from her could melt the hardest heart. Though she was not pretty, I know many a King who would present their heart to her in a dish. Irene was a completely different case. Cold, commanding, and striking, she was the ice queen of Attolia.

"What were you arguing over, pray tell?" Irene demanded in all her dignity.

"Nothing!" Sophos and I responded in unison. Attolia shook her head in disgust, trying not to laugh.

"I brought you you wine, my king," Irene said, presenting me with a crystal goblet. "It's from your physician." I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the foul smell it carried.

My cousin had other plans. "And this is from Galen,"she stated, bring out another goblet that equally reaked of herbs.

"Must I?" I groaned, "Why don't I just shove that wine, goblets and all down their throat?"

"Yes, you must," Irene commanded, handing me the cup, while my cousin brought the rim of her goblet to my lips.

Sophos, being the prince among men, came to my rescue. "The drinks make Gen bad-tempered, and when Gen is bad-tempered, he starts throwing stuff at me. Why, the only reason he hasn't done so already was because he's already thrown his sword at me earlier." Forget what I said about him being the prince among men. I threw one of the goblets at his head. He dodged and it hit my attendant Hilarion, drenching him in hot wine, fell toward the ground, but never quite reached the earth.


	2. Chapter 2

I mopped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. It seems that my arms had forgotten how to sew the fields in my months in the guard. Blast it, Costis. I could just imagine the king's amused face in my mind. I furrowed my brow and dug the shovel back into the hard-pack earth.

The sound of footsteps behind me, then someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I tensed, spun around, and reached for a sword that was not there. "Great heavens, Costis! What's the matter?" a familiar voice called in my ear. It was my brother, Triaton.

My muscles turned to jelly, and I gave a sigh of relief. "Sorry," I replied, "I forgot myself. I don't like being sneaked up upon."

Triaton shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Costis, you're as jumpy as a frightened rabbit! But I can't blame you, it's only your second day back after all." He fell to the ground as fits of laughter continued on convulsing his muscular frame. Pretty soon, I too was rolling in the dirt, trying to suppress my chortles. Triaton had this effect on most people.

And then, we were ambushed. It was our cousins. "Costis! You're back!" I got to my feet, fingers clenched into fists. "Good to meet you again!" One of them gave me such a hearty pat on the back that I fell face-first back into the mud.

"Lay off, Grenadri," I sighed.

"Hey," Triaton whispered, "You know the rumours..."

The cousins just laughed. "You won't really believe those silly rumours, will you? No, we'll not fall for it. What will Attolis have to do with our dear little cousin?"


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