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  THE TRUTHSPOKEN HEIR

  THE STARS AND GREEN MAGICS SEASON ONE

  NOVAE CAELUM

  Robot Dinosaur Press

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  The Truthspoken Heir: The Stars and Green Magics Season One

  Copyright © 2022 by Novae Caelum

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  All rights reserved.

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  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, magical, photocopying, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s or authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN 978-1-958696-01-9

  Ebook ISBN 978-1-958696-00-2

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  Proofreading by Maya Evan MacGregor

  Cover art and book design by Novae Caelum

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  CONTENTS

  Author’s Note

  1. An Arrangement

  2. Meeting Lesander

  3. The Courtyard

  4. A Formal Engagement

  5. Weakness

  6. A Semi-Royal Sibling

  7. The Magicker

  8. The Mask

  9. A Noble Sleep

  10. The Switch

  11. Terrace Garden

  12. Apprehension

  13. An Old Friend

  14. Leaving

  15. Mother

  16. Becoming Arianna

  17. The Spy

  18. The Cell

  19. Consequences

  20. The Change

  21. The Choice

  22. The Plan

  23. Hestia

  24. The Adeium

  25. The Truthspeaker

  26. Tireless

  27. The Truthspoken Heir

  28. For the Good of the Kingdom

  29. Bloodservants

  30. Brothers

  31. Not Yet

  32. A Proposal

  33. Holding Hands

  34. Preparation

  35. Arianna in Truth

  36. Landing

  37. Party on Hestia

  38. The Visitor

  39. Pressure

  The Cast

  The Factions

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  This book is the first season volume of the ongoing serial The Stars and Green Magics, covering episodes 1-36, as well as three prelude episodes (chapters 1-3 here). While there is a logical pause point at the end, this story doesn’t truly end, much like the first volume in a manga is only one volume in a larger story.

  The good news is, because this serial is ongoing and posts ahead of the book releases, you don’t have to wait for the next book to keep reading! Visit my website https://novaecaelum.com to find out where to keep reading, or use the direct link in the back of this book.

  This book features several characters who use gender neutral pronouns (they/them/their, fae/faer/faerself, e/em/eir, or other neopronouns). Because this future universe has full gender equality, binary gender characters (male, female) may be cisgender or may be transgender. I’ve only stated if they’re trans or cis if it comes up within the story itself.

  This book, barring the occasional and inspired burst of strong language, is a solid PG-13.

  For detailed content notes, please see:

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  1

  AN ARRANGEMENT

  A Truthspoken’s life is never truly their own. Truthspoken have choices, but the choices always come down to ‘is it good for the kingdom?’ If not, then it’s not a choice at all.

  ARIANNA RHIALDEN, MELESORIE X IN THE CHANGE DIALOGUES

  “My daughter. I’ve reviewed all available candidates and have begun negotiations with the Javieri family for you to marry their daughter, the prince.”

  Arianna Rhialden, Truthspoken Heir to the interstellar Kingdom of Valoris, stared at her father with perfect control. Perfect poise. Her breath didn’t quicken, her quickening heart rate didn’t show—and it slowed again when she willed it. She was Truthspoken, after all. She was in control of her body and her mind.

  “Father,” she said, inclining her head. “I’d hoped to be consulted on the choice of my future consort.”

  They were in her father’s study. A familiar room, homey in its way. There wasn’t currently a fire in the hearth—her father had been in meetings all day—but the beige walls themselves held a warmth, the powder blue, overstuffed couch she sat on knew her form. She’d spent many hours here under her father’s training, learning how to read every nuance of a face, a posture, a personality. Learning how to shift them at will and become someone else.

  Her father sat back, his narrow eyes sharpening on her. His black hair was bound into a femme-style knot to one side, diamond and red nova heart pins holding it in place. His red lips twitched, and it wasn’t in a smile.

  Arianna braced herself.

  “The Javieri family was the only real choice. It was them or your mother’s family, the Diors—and that line is too close to your own. You know the power they hold, and the power they threaten us with. You know your duty, Arianna. You have always done your duty. Prince Lesander is charismatic, she is excellent with handling people, she has as much social training as it’s possible to have without being Truthspoken.”

  He raised his brows. “She’s beautiful.”

  Arianna gave a tight shrug. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate beauty—she did, even if she had little desire to actually sleep with anyone. Or the time to explore if she ever wanted that option. That wasn’t the issue, though, was it? She wouldn’t have to sleep with her wife, or husband, or spouse, whoever that would be.

  She wanted to not be tied to anyone. She wanted to not be forced into a proximity with someone she didn’t know.

  Arianna was the Truthspoken Heir, and yes, it was her duty to marry. She’d always known it would happen, but she’d thought she’d have more time to train before then. She’d been steadily taking on more responsibilities at the palace. She wanted to go on a tour of the other worlds, solidify her power and persona in the public eye. She didn’t want to spend a significant portion of her time entertaining her future wife.

  There were very few people she actually liked in the universe, and she was sure that this Lesander Javieri would not be one of them. Hardly anyone was on a level enough to be interesting to her.

  “I will, of course, meet with her if that’s what you wish,” she said.

  “Arianna, I’ve already made the formal overtures to the Javieris. Lesander is on her way. That’s a two-week trip from the Javieri homeworld near the Dynasty border. We’ll convert one of the upcoming balls into an engagement ball in your honor. That popular band, the Rings of Vietor, will be in the city then—your sister would swoon to line them up for the ball. It will be an excellent opportunity to build your popular image, make your engagement a cultural event.”

  “Father,” Arianna said carefully, smoothing out the edges of her green silk tunic, “is there something I should know, that you’re rushing this engagement?”

  He’d already made the plans. Adeius, then it was done. She’d have no choice.

  Not that she ever had a choice. Her life was her kingdom’s. Her life would never be her own.

  She met his eyes and saw something there, just a flash of unease, that set her senses on alert.

  “The political climate is volatile,” he said. “Perhaps more than you know.”

  She knew a lot. She knew the politics of the Kingdom of Valoris with its one hundred and eighty-seven vassal worlds. She knew the ongoing schemes of the high houses to gain power and potentially overthrow the Truthspoken who ruled the kingdom. She knew the internal tensions around the Green Magicker sect and their need for more power, and the intensely alien Kidaa on the anti-spin border. She knew all of this, and she couldn’t see where that added up to her needing to secure an engagement to the Javieri prince in the next two weeks.

  “How? How is it more volatile than I know? I’ve been sitting Reception for the last month, listening to the courtiers’ woes. The situation with the Javieris isn’t any less stable now than it was a month ago. I’ve been judging, I’ve been ruling—”

  “While I gather information. While I deal with the Navy and the Army. While I deal with the diplomats and ongoing treaty negotiations. Yes, Daughter, you have been ruling over much this last month, but don’t forget, you are not the Seritarchus. You’re not the ruler of this kingdom—I am. Power needs to be rebalanced, and this alliance with the Javieris will do that. Can you set aside your dislike for people of all kinds—”

  “I don’t dislike people.” r />
  Arianna stilled as she watched the disapproval on her father’s face. She was losing control of her temper. Adeius, she’d been talking over him. She never got rattled enough to do that. She had to stay in control. The Truthspoken Heir must always be in control.

  “I don’t dislike people,” she said again, her tone more moderate this time. “But I truly don’t see how an engagement now will benefit the kingdom. It will only take me away from my duties, and you need me—”

  “Arianna, I need you to do your duty as the Heir, and at this moment, that is to marry into the house that is most advantageous for the kingdom. You must marry, and you must have your own heirs.”

  She caught something in his tone, and her focus sharpened. “Is your life in danger? Have you been threatened more than usual—”

  He laughed, a jarring, bitter sound. The red nova hearts in his earrings sparked in the light.

  He so seldom laughed it gave her pause.

  “Truthspoken are always in danger of assassination. The sooner you are married and your heirs are started in their incubators, the better for all of us. If I’m killed, you’ll be the ruler. If you’re killed—well, your sister isn’t ready to rule a kingdom. I’m giving you every chance I can to give you a strong and stable rule when that time comes. May it be many, many long years off.”

  But she didn’t like the edge in his voice. If she was always in control, he—well. He was the Seritarchus. He was control itself.

  He stood, tugged down the cuffs of his midnight coat. “Do your duty, Arianna. Marry the prince. If you have to craft another persona for yourself to make it work—do that. Just make it work. The engagement will be in two weeks. Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do, and so do you.”

  2

  MEETING LESANDER

  My dear prince, you stole my heart by just walking in.

  OLUN SHIRALL IN THE VID DRAMA NOVA HEARTS, SEASON 8, EPISODE 12, “ORBITAL DANCE”

  Dressa Rhialden, second Truthspoken heir to the Kingdom of Valoris, caught her breath as Prince Lesander Javieri entered the reception room. Lesander was grace itself, tall, with pale pink skin, her flame-red hair bound up and cascading around bare shoulders, deep blue shirt and tan trousers cut at just the right angles to show off her curves without flaunting them. Diamond earrings that caught the light. Lips slightly parted as she held out her hands to greet . . . Dressa’s sister.

  Dressa was trained to never let any emotion show that she didn’t want to. She kept her smile open and genuine, if not overly wide. Delighted to meet the prince who would marry her older sister, but not so delighted as to cause an interstellar incident.

  Her chest constricted as her sister, Arianna, the Truthspoken Heir, took Lesander’s hands, exchanging chaste kisses. Arianna was perfectly poised herself, not one of her hairs out of place in her elegant knot, minimal makeup on her flawless, copper-brown skin.

  Dressa could be flawless, too. She could be whoever she wanted—but flawless wasn’t the persona she portrayed to the court. And anyhow, flawless wouldn’t matter here in a political marriage.

  And this woman, this prince who almost outshone the Truthspoken Heir herself, was forever out of Dressa’s reach.

  Adeius, she had no wish at all to be the Heir, but the thought of having Lesander as her wife was so tempting. But she had no wish to rule the kingdom someday. She was perfectly happy to leave that chore to her sister.

  “Prince Lesander, it is good to see you well.” Dressa’s father, the Truthspoken Ruler of the Kingdom of Valoris, stood on the other side of Arianna, hands clasped loosely in front of him. He was wearing his own body today—or what body he publicly showed as himself to the court. Athletic build, long black hair bound in a tight braid down his back. Wearing a ring on every finger and a purple high-collared coat that matched his purple color-shifting lipstick.

  Lesander broke from Arianna to clasp his hands as well, though she didn’t go so far as to kiss his cheeks, and he didn’t offer.

  “Seritarchus. I am honored to join your family.”

  “You haven’t joined it yet,” the Seritarchus said dryly, and Dressa watched Lesander stiffen the slightest degree.

  The marriage, of course, was all politics. Lesander’s family was one of a number of high house families actively clawing their way to the highest seat of power in the kingdom—which was right here, in this palace, in this ornate reception room.

  Lesander wasn’t quite the enemy. But she wasn’t coming from an allied family, either.

  “Of course,” her father went on, “after the ball tomorrow evening, the engagement will be formally signed, and we will start the process of acclimating you into our household. Until then, please enjoy your rooms in the guest suites, and make use of every amenity you wish to. The palace staff is at your command—within reason, of course.”

  The problem with a political marriage, Dressa knew, was no one knew just how the marriage would work out. If Arianna wasn’t attracted to Lesander—well, a marriage could succeed without physical love, they did all the time.

  Dressa knew her sister, though. Arianna’s true wife would be the good of the kingdom, and where would that leave Lesander? Their marriage contract required mandatory exclusivity until they’d pulled their second child from the synthetic womb, whether they themselves consummated their marriage or not.

  When Dressa was right there, feeling warmth she absolutely should not feel. This was going to be an excruciating next few years for everyone, wasn’t it? An excruciating lifetime for Dressa.

  And what was she thinking? There were plenty of courtiers for her to have flings with. Her father would negotiate her own marriage in a year or two, and then she’d have her own spouse to deal with. Lesander was beautiful, yes, but she was one of many, many beautiful people in the Rhialden Court.

  Dressa shifted, the slightest betrayal of her agitation, and caught her father’s eye—not good. She didn’t see her father often these days, and that was by choice. Probably mutual.

  “Of course, Seritarchus,” Lesander said with a slight bow. “I will only and ever treat the palace staff with respect.”

  She glanced at Dressa, and the Seritarchus stepped back, waving at his second daughter.

  “By all means, greet your future sister.”

  The words grated, but Dressa didn’t let it show. This couldn’t work out any other way—she wasn’t the Heir, only the second. And High House Javieri wouldn’t settle for the second.

  Lesander’s hands when they took hers were warm and soft. Lesander’s smile quirked sardonically at the corners. Her blue eyes flashed with more personality than she was letting show through, too. As a high house prince, whether she was trained in the Truthspoken social arts or not, she certainly wouldn’t lack control.

  “Sister,” Lesander said. “It is good to see you again. You were”—she bent to hold a hand less than a meter off the floor—“this tall when I last saw you.”

  “You weren’t much taller,” Dressa shot back, and Lesander flashed bright teeth before tamping her grin back again and returning to Arianna’s side.

  As she left, her perfume, like ocean juniper, lingered.

  She couldn’t stare, Dressa absolutely couldn’t stare. Lesander would be her sister.

  And Lesander would be tied to Arianna, who only seemed to get stiffer and more controlled every year. Dressa couldn’t think of a worse fate than being married to her sister—