Lies in Blood by A. M. Hudson

As long as you thought it was the right thing to do.” He turned my face until I looked into his eyes. “Be the spoilt queen if you have to. Make your own decisions and know that we will back you one hundred per cent .”
    “ Some of you will,” I said flatly, thinking about David.
    “ No,” he said sternly. “ All of us will.”
    I looked up at the blue through the dancing leaves above us, trying hard to believe that. “But what if I put my foot down about something, and I'm wrong?”
    “ Then we back you on that, too.” He lay back again. “But, you won't be wrong. You’re a smart girl. You just have to trust yourself.”
    I pushed up on my elbow and looked down at his face; his eyes met mine, all green and lovely, sparkling in the morning light, but the shadows made dark circles under them, showing how tired he was, how tired his soul was. I wiped my thumb softly over the sunken skin and leaned in to kiss his cheek in an innocent, friendly gesture. “Thanks, Jase.”
    He slowly cupped the small wet spot my lips left, a smile growing across his face. “You don't need to thank me for saying things you should already know.”
    “ Yes, I do. Because you're the only one who ever does.”
    He shook his head, still smiling, casting his gaze to the leaves. “You know David will see that kiss in your thoughts, right?”
    “ Oops.” I cringed a little.
    Jason laughed. “It’s okay. It was worth it.”
    “ Worth a week in the dungeon?”
    He sat quiet for a second, then nodded once. “Definitely.”
     
    ***
     
    I still had no clue if this scroll was a prophecy or a contract. Everyone had very compelling theories either way, but no one seemed to know any truths. Which is what brought me down here to the Scroll Room in the dead of night.
    I laid the yellowing document on the table in front of me, not bothering with tweezers to preserve the delicate, ancient paper. Quite frankly, if it got destroyed, maybe all this nonsense would die with it: no more mystery surrounding its interpretation, no more possibility that either my daughter or me have been sworn over to Drake, and no more plans for one of us to be killed on the Stone of Truth with the Dagger of Yahanna so the bad guy could steal our powers. And maybe, just maybe, it would put this nonsense of David dying to rest.
    But, I knew that removing the needle wouldn’t undo the sting.
    “ Argh!” I huffed, scraping a layer of ash away from the corner of the page. Whoever damaged these scrolls had done a darn good job of it. There were barely any words left to read, and that was if you could even read the Language of the Ancients. Which, I couldn’t. But I did still have Jason’s sheet of interpretations. Only, even his words didn’t make sense if this scroll was a contract. It just seemed too melodramatic: A time will come for the Pure One to rise. In Her Reign Of Light And Hope, she will free the land from the Fated Curse, and bear a child with great power.
    I slid the other page of Jason’s English translations over and held the candle up to them so I could see better in this dim, midnight light. The next line said, A child, possible only if conceived of pure ? —the question mark circled in red, because he wasn’t sure if the translation for that word was noble blood, blood of Knight, or cleansed , since they could all mean the same thing. Then there were the next words: Born as and Son . He’d told me the symbol for those words had no translation—that it was similar to a word meaning firstborn , but also to one meaning disguised .
    I exhaled with a grunt and sat back in the hard wooden chair, propping my feet up on the oak stabiliser under the table. How was I ever going to come up with an answer to this mystery if I couldn’t decide what I believed to be true? Or maybe that was it. Maybe I had to pick a story and go with it.
    I pawed over the pages again, comparing the symbols to the English notes.
    “ Need some help?”
    “ Gah!” I dropped