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  The Queen's Triumph

  Jessie Mihalik

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Chaos Reigning

  Also by Jessie Mihalik

  About the Author

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the writer’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  THE QUEEN’S TRIUMPH

  Copyright © 2020 by Jessie Mihalik

  ISBN-13: 9781641971539

  Excerpt from Chaos Reigning copyright © by Jessie Mihalik

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  No part of this work may be used, reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without prior permission in writing from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  To Dustin. You’re my

  happily ever after.

  My hero, my love.

  Acknowledgments

  I’d like to thank the following people for their help and support.

  Thanks to my fabulous agent, Sarah E. Younger, whose insightful comments made this a stronger story. I’m delighted to have you in my corner!

  Thank you to Kelsey, NYLA intern extraordinaire, who helped refine the cover. And thank you to Natanya Wheeler, Kate Ward, and everyone else at NYLA who helped bring the book into the world!

  Thanks to Patrick Ferguson and Tracy Smith for listening to me gripe about writing in, this, the longest year on record. We’ve almost made it through!

  My deepest gratitude to Chi-An Chien who graciously volunteered to beta read and offered fantastic feedback. The story is better because of you!

  As always, all my love to my husband, Dustin, who reads my stories before anyone else and continually cheers me on. I love you, darling.

  Finally, thanks to all of the readers who followed along as the story was posted on my website, www.jessiemihalik.com. Writing has been as difficult as everything else this year, but I appreciate every one of you who offered encouragement and understanding when the deadline slipped further than I would’ve liked. I hope you enjoy Samara and Valentin’s happily ever after!

  Chapter One

  The trick to meeting an enemy at a time and location set by a traitor was this: don’t. I stalked through Arx trying to find a way around such a universal truth, but the plain white halls of the Rogue Coalition’s capital did not offer up any suggestions.

  Two weeks ago, I’d been in the Kos Empire’s capital city, helping Valentin Kos find the traitors in his court. Before she’d been arrested, Advisor Hannah Perkins had set up a meeting for me with Commander Adams of the Quint Confederacy. She had probably hoped that the two of us would take each other out while she continued to undermine Valentin’s authority.

  It hadn’t quite worked out that way for her, but the meeting still stood, and it was just two weeks from now.

  Hannah and Adams had secretly worked together, so the meeting would undoubtedly be a trap. Skipping it entirely was the only way to guarantee safety, but that wasn’t an option. Commander Adams had attacked my people, destroyed my ship, and now he threatened the tentative peace treaty in the works between the universe’s two superpowers.

  He needed to die—slowly.

  I just had to figure out how to go to the meeting and survive. And, ideally, how to go alone.

  I mulled over the problem as I moved through the familiar halls. Moving helped me think, and being out and about also gave people a chance to air their grievances before they became problems. My frequent availability was one of the reasons I was still queen after five years, despite ruling a group of people who took grave exception to rules.

  I stopped in the market, and Zita shouted from her bakery, “Samara! If you don’t kill Eddie, I’m going to do it for you.”

  She poked her head out of the building and scowled at me. She was in her forties, with pale skin and curly red hair. I was happy to see that her cheeks were returning to their usual cherubic fullness thanks to the new food supply.

  Zita was Arx’s main baker, and Eddie was our main chef. They’d been locked in a fierce competition to produce the best pastry, and Zita was kicking his ass. She had years of experience on him, so it didn’t surprise me that he’d tried a new tactic.

  “What has he done now?” I asked.

  “He’s been in my supplies! As if I wouldn’t notice that salt and sugar aren’t the same thing.”

  “Did you catch it before you used them?”

  She looked mortally offended. “Of course!”

  I laughed and raised a placating hand. “Okay, I’ll talk to him. Don’t start a murder spree just yet.”

  She harrumphed at me, but finally inclined her head and went back to work. I stayed and chatted with a few other people before moving on, but as soon as I was alone again, my mind returned to the problem of the meeting.

  No matter how far I walked, I couldn’t figure out a solution because Arietta Mueller, my best friend and head of security, would never allow me to track Adams solo, no matter how well suited to the task I was.

  I’d tried to leave my bloody past behind, but it kept coming back. Still, I’d use every skill I’d ever learned if it meant keeping those close to me safe.

  And keeping them safe sometimes meant keeping them in the dark.

  I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I wasn’t stupid enough to hie off after Adams without a word to anyone, so I had to figure out how to include Ari in my plans without putting her in danger.

  She already knew about the meeting, so unless I was exceedingly careful, she would see through me like glass. And she wasn’t exactly a shrinking violet. She would get her wife Stella involved, and then, before I knew it, everyone I cared about would be charging into danger with me.

  Including Valentin Kos, emperor of half of the known universe.

  At the thought of Valentin, my steps faltered. When I was in Koan, he’d all but declared he loved me. Just remembering it sent electric shocks skating along my nerves—half terror, half excitement.

  In Koan, I’d felt so hopeful about our future. But now that I’d returned to Arx, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the universe to pull back the curtain and laugh at how gullible I’d been to believe such a thing, but Valentin showed no signs of deception. He didn’t press, but he didn’t back off, either. And now that he’d fully recovered from his injuries, I was desperate to see him in person. He was due to arrive tomorrow. Butterflies danced in my belly.

  We’d both been busy lately taking care of our people. My citizens had finally lost some of the hard, hungry edge they’d been sporting for months. Cheeks were filling in and smiles were more common. We had food again, and I’d be damned if I let Adams and his crew ruin that.

  The Rogue Coalition was the last res
ort for most of the people here. If I couldn’t protect them, no one would, and that was unacceptable. I had two weeks to figure out how to kill an enemy surrounded by true believers and then speed up the truce between the universe’s two superpowers.

  I laughed to myself. Sure, no problem.

  At least I could be reasonably certain that Adams would show at the meeting. Like me, he would expect a trap, but his arrogance would ensure his arrival. He wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to rub his success in Koan in my face. The loss of Invictia still ached like a lost limb.

  Eddie Tarlowski stepped into the hall from a storage room. When he caught sight of me, he asked, “Hey, boss, you okay?”

  “Just trying to solve all of the universe’s problems,” I said with a wry grin. “You need something?”

  He shook his head, sending his shaggy blond hair flying. Eddie had been one of the best thieves alive before he’d been conscripted by the Quint Confederacy and wounded in battle. He’d turned up in Arx with a mechanical arm and leg and a galaxy-sized chip on his shoulder. It’d taken months and months before he’d found peace in the kitchen.

  “Nah, just wondering if I needed to kick that fancy emperor’s ass because he put that look on your face.”

  Warmth bubbled in my chest as I realized Eddie was serious. My citizens tolerated Valentin, but they didn’t exactly love him. Many of them had fled from Kos territory once the war got too close, and the resulting bitterness wouldn’t be overcome anytime soon, no matter how much discounted food the Kos Empire shipped in.

  I smiled gently. “Thank you, but it’s not Valentin. It’s Adams.”

  Eddie bared his teeth in a quick, edged smile and spread his arms in an inviting gesture. “I’d be happy to kick his ass, too, all you need to do is ask.”

  “You’ll have to get in line.”

  “Seriously, though, if you need someone to get you in, let me know. There isn’t a door built that I can’t crack.” A sly grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “And I’ll give you my best friends-and-family discount.”

  I laughed. “So I’ll only have to mortgage half of the Coalition’s assets to afford you, then? You’re a gem, Eddie. And I’ll take my knife back.”

  “I’ll get you sooner or later,” he grumbled good-naturedly.

  My combat knife appeared in his hand, seemingly pulled from thin air. He handed it back with a flourish. Eddie talked with his hands, a clever visual distraction that worked even when he appeared to be too far away to steal. He never stole for keeps, now, more for the thrill of it. The knife would’ve turned up later somewhere obvious in my quarters—my locked quarters.

  The knife had been clipped in a holster on my utility belt. I hadn’t felt him lift it, but I’d felt the balance of the belt shift slightly once it was gone. If I’d been less attuned to my weapons, he would’ve gotten away with it.

  I waited, staring him down, but he had innocent down to an art. I raised an eyebrow and his mouth turned down into a pout. He handed me the magazine of plasma rounds he’d lifted while returning the knife.

  “You’re no fun at all.”

  I had to fight to keep my expression stern and suppress the grin that wanted to escape. “I haven’t murdered you, yet, despite an impassioned plea from your most recent victim. Did you really think that Zita wouldn’t notice that you’d switched her salt and sugar?”

  The innocent look was back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “I am fine with pranks,” I said, “but if Zita hadn’t noticed, then food would’ve been wasted. You know better.” We all shared the recent memory of gnawing hunger and months of PRiMeR, the cheap meal replacement that was only a half step up from animal slop.

  Eddie nodded once, sharply, something fragile in his expression. “I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

  I squeezed his shoulder. He froze slightly at the contact but didn’t pull away. “We all get carried away once in a while. Apologize to Zita. And if you need to talk, you know where my quarters are.”

  When I didn’t say anything else, he blinked at me. “That’s it?”

  “That’s it.” Justice in Arx was swift and brutal, when warranted. Harsh consequences were necessary when a good percentage of the population remained outlaws and rogues. But small pranks allowed people to keep their skills sharp and reduced unrest. There were only a few rules—no damage, stolen items must be returned promptly, and if the subject of the prank asked you to stop, you did.

  “I figured you’d slap me back to peeling potatoes for a month,” Eddie said with a faint grimace. He’d peeled mountains of potatoes when he’d first arrived.

  “Zita caught it, so no harm done. And apologizing to her is going to be harder than peeling potatoes anyway.”

  He groaned when he realized I was correct. “You’re evil, boss.”

  I grinned at him. “Don’t forget it.”

  * * *

  I was nearly back to my quarters when I received a neural link connection request from Valentin. The butterflies came back armed with knives.

  When I accepted the link, his voice filled my head, warm and familiar. Would it be okay with you if I arrived a day early?

  A day early meant today. It was just a single transit to tunnel here from his home on Achentsev Prime, so if he left now, he could arrive in an hour or two. He could be here before dinner.

  I swallowed my nerves and gave him the truth. Of course. You are always welcome here.

  Good, he said with a smile in his voice, because I’m in orbit. Permission to land?

  Shock stole my breath for a moment. You’re here?

  Yes. I haven’t contacted ground control yet because I’m testing out some new stealth tech and it appears to be working. His tone turned rueful. I’m hoping you’ll smooth it over with Ari before I get on-planet and she murders me.

  Letting Ari at you would serve you right, but I’ll talk to her and get you approval to land. You might as well use my hangar unless you’re in your flagship.

  Your hangar is perfect, thank you. See you soon.

  I murmured my farewell and disconnected the link. Valentin was here. Now.

  And he’d bypassed our security and made it to orbit without anyone knowing. Ari really was going to kill him.

  I opened a neural link to Ari and updated her on the situation. She was displeased—to put it mildly—but she agreed not to murder him straight away. She did, however, refuse to let me meet him alone. She wanted to be there when he landed, just in case he’d decided to turn traitor. Ari’s paranoia kept us safe, so I agreed, even though I really didn’t think it was necessary.

  Ten minutes later, she knocked on my door. When I opened it immediately, she laughed at me. I could’ve waited a few moments so it wouldn’t seem as if I had been waiting for her, but Ari knew me too well for that. “Anxious, are you?” she asked.

  “Terrified,” I admitted quietly.

  She nodded sagely. “When we first met, Stella thought I had heart problems because while I appeared calm, my pulse was always sky high.” Ari laughed and shook her head. “She wanted me to do a bunch of tests. I didn’t have the courage to tell her that it was because I was totally gone for her until much later.”

  “How did she react?”

  “She knew, of course. I wasn’t as smooth as I thought. But she was delighted when I finally admitted it because she felt the same.” A secret smile touched Ari’s mouth. “The rest is history.”

  Ari was tall and blonde and beautiful. Stella was petite and dark-haired and lovely. Together they were a stunning couple, made even more so by their obvious love. Longing tugged at my heart. I wanted what Ari and Stella had—someone who always had your back and felt like home. And the more I thought about it, the more that image looked like Valentin Kos.

  I followed Ari to my private hangar. The main hangar was much bigger, designed for large military ships, but I’d taken over the base commander’s quarters, and they came with an attached hangar designed to hou
se a smaller, personal ship. I’d avoided it since my return from Koan. The empty space just twisted the knife of Invictia’s loss.

  A ship was already on the ground, but it wasn’t Korax, Valentin’s personal ship. This ship was the same jet black as Korax, but it was all smooth curves and sweeping lines. It was beautiful, and I’d never seen a ship quite like it. I itched to see if the inside was as unusual as the outside.

  The cargo ramp lowered and Valentin emerged, trailed by his guard, Luka. Valentin had a lean build that belied just how strong he was. Today he’d skipped the formal regalia and wore black pants and a lightweight, cream-colored sweater. His tousled dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and strong jaw completed the picture. He was, in a word, gorgeous.

  Behind Valentin, Luka hovered with his trademark scowl in place. He was built like a muscled mountain topped with ice-blond hair. When he glanced over my shoulder and his scowl got worse, I had to suppress a smile. Not only was Ari not Luka’s favorite person—not after she’d stolen his prototype armor—but she also wasn’t Imogen.

  Imogen had accompanied me to Koan as my personal guard. She and Luka had butted heads many times, but Imogen was far tougher than she looked, and I was pretty sure she had Luka wrapped around her finger.

  I made a mental note to ask her to come to the official meetings. I didn’t need another guard, but I wanted to see the sparks fly.

  I met Valentin halfway across the hangar. I was afraid our meeting would be awkward, but he smoothly took my hands and kissed the air next to my cheek. “I missed you,” he murmured into my ear.