The Queen of All that Dies
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I fold my arms. “You’re going to have to force that thing on me.”
A doctor’s appointment, that’s what Montes had in mind this evening. The king was right not to say anything earlier. I’m practically shaking from nervousness. Most people don’t fear the doctor; they have no reason to. I do. War has given me plenty of reasons to.
“If I must.” Montes casts a lazy glance at the two guards who stand on either side of the doorway. “Guards, why don’t you help your queen remove her clothing?”
I flash them a heated look. “You touch me, you die.”
Five minutes later, I’m screaming as Montes and his guards hold me down. The doctor has a pair of scissors poised over the thin cotton of my shirt.
“Fine, fine! I’ll put on the goddamn robe, just get your hands off of me!”
I will say this for Montes, his methods may be inhumane, but they are effective.
Montes nods to his soldiers, and they back off immediately. He flashes me a victorious smile as he pushes himself off the ground and holds out a hand to help me up.
I ignore his hand and snatch the robe from the doctor. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Uh-uh, Serenity,” the king says. “It doesn’t work like that. Not after that little demonstration. You’re going to have to change right here.”
My nostrils flare as I stare him down. I’m the first to break eye contact. I shake my head and strip off my shirt. Instead of looking at the king, I smile at one of his guards while I take off my pants.
The king glances between the stoic guard and me. Just as I reach back to unclasp my bra, the king steps in front of my line of sight, his eyes narrowed. I smirk at him and finish sliding off my bra.
Montes’s eyes draw down to my breasts. For a moment his look is hungry. Then he shutters the expression. He takes the thin cotton hospital gown from me, shakes it out, and holds it open for me to step into.
I thread my arms into the gown while the king ties the strings in the back. Once Montes is done, I move to the sole hospital bed in the room and lie down. A strange device arches over it.
“This is for yesterday’s comment, isn’t it?” I ask, remembering the way Montes looked at me after I stated that I couldn’t have children.
“I want an heir … eventually,” he says, coming to stand next to me.
I snort at this. “As if you’d ever give up the throne,” I say.
“All good things must end at some point.” His fingers press against the bare skin of my leg.
“That they do,” I agree.
“More importantly,” he says, “I want to make sure you’re in good health.”
He knows. Somehow, after only spending a full day in my presence, he’s figured out what no one else has: that something other than grief has weakened me.
I’m struck that he cares. Something uncomfortable catches in my throat at the thought. Right when I assumed I was the loneliest creature in the world, I find out I might matter to someone.
The doctor comes over and starts up the machine that’s centered over my lower abdomen. I’m beginning to guess it is some type of scanner.
Montes sits in a chair next to me and takes my hand. The whole situation should be ridiculous. It’s not.
The scanner thrums to life and begins to travel over my abdomen and up my body.
Behind the doctor a wall of computer screens come to life. The main one catches my eye. On it I can see my skeleton, and fainter but no less clear, I spot my reproductive organs, then my intestines, then my heart and lungs, and lastly my head.
The doctor scrutinizes the computer screens for a long time, looking over the images and the readouts. “There are no cysts, no apparent scarring or obvious swelling. I don’t see anything that might indicate you’re infertile, Queen Lazuli.”
The king’s hold on my hand loosens with his relief.
“Great,” I say, lifting my torso off of the bed. “That means I can go, right?” I ask, trying to rush this along.
The doctor hasn’t looked away from the main screen. “Hmm,” he says.
Montes’s grip tightens again, and he pushes my chest back down. “What is it?” the king asks.
The doctor sucks in a breath, and the king’s hand begins to crush mine.
“Ow.” I pull my hand out of his.
“Sorry,” Montes says, distracted. He recaptures my hand and watches the doctor.
My heart thumps. Montes actually apologized. For squeezing my hand too tightly. The man who apologizes to no one.
“What is it?” King Lazuli asks the doctor.
The doctor pauses. “The queen has cancer.”
Chapter 19
Serenity
There it is, the burden I’ve been hiding for a year now. Radiation-borne cancer. It was common in the WUN, especially in and around big cities where the king deployed the nukes.
Montes stands up and drops my hand. “Cancer?” I’ve never heard that tone in his voice. Like devastation and disbelief wrapped into one. Surely I’m not the source of that anguish.
“We’ll have to do a biopsy to be safe, but judging from the imaging here,” the doctor says, returning his attention to the screen, “it’s overwhelmingly likely that what I’m seeing is cancer. It looks like it’s metastasized.”
And that’s the other discovery I made earlier today when I coughed up blood. I’ve had stomach problems for the last year, not lung problems. However, I’d seen several bunker residents suffer through the various stages of cancer. I know this is the tail end of the process.
The Pleiades granted me my wish. I’m going to join them soon.
Montes glances down at me, and I see true fear in his eyes. “What can we do?” he asks the doctor.
“It depends on the particulars. The queen will need to be placed in the Sleeper to remove the cancerous tissue where possible.”
The Sleeper?
“She’ll also need to be put on the same medication as you, Your Majesty.” The doctor gives Montes a meaningful look.
“It’s already done,” Montes says, and there’s something fierce in his voice now.
I glance at him, my heart constricting. I’ve fantasized about killing the king—there have been times in my life where I wanted nothing more than to see him suffer and die for all the pain he caused me. And yet now that the tables are turned and my life is in danger, the king seems to want to do everything in his power to keep me alive.