
The Betrothed
Categories
Fiction, Audiobook, Historical Fiction, Romance, Young Adult, Fantasy, Historical, Dystopia, Young Adult Fantasy, Royalty
Content Type
Book
Binding
Paperback
Year
2020
Publisher
HarperCollins Children's Books
Language
English
ASIN
0008158827
ISBN
0008158827
ISBN13
9780008158828
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The Betrothed Plot Summary
Introduction
The ballroom erupted in laughter as Hollis Brite crashed into the arms of King Jameson, her golden hair catching the candlelight like spun silk. What began as a clumsy dance mishap would forever alter the course of two kingdoms. In the glittering halls of Keresken Castle, where courtly games masked deadly ambitions, a simple country girl found herself thrust into a world where love was currency and betrayal wore crowns. But beneath the surface of royal romance lay darker currents. When the Eastoffe family fled from Isolte seeking sanctuary, they brought with them secrets that would shatter everything Hollis believed about duty, desire, and destiny. As political marriages were bartered like grain and children promised to foreign thrones, she would discover that sometimes the greatest act of loyalty is betrayal itself, and that true love demands the courage to abandon everything for a single, perfect truth.
Chapter 1: The Court's Darling: Hollis's Rise to Royal Favor
The accident happened so quickly that Hollis barely registered the strong arms catching her before she hit the marble floor. She and Delia Grace had been spinning like children, lost in the pure joy of movement, when their grip slipped and sent Hollis tumbling backward. The king's honey-brown eyes were warm with genuine amusement as he steadied her, and for the first time since his parents' deaths, the sound of his laughter filled the Great Room. "Your Majesty," Hollis gasped, heat flooding her cheeks as she realized whose embrace she'd fallen into. But Jameson's smile only widened, as if her presence had awakened something long dormant within the grieving young king. What followed was a courtship that scandalized and enchanted in equal measure. Jameson showered Hollis with gifts and attention, elevating her from minor nobility to the most envied woman in Coroa. River excursions where she wore the royal standard, intimate dinners where lords sought her favor, and finally the queen's apartments themselves. Each gesture bound her more tightly to a future she'd never dared imagine. Yet doubt crept in like winter fog. Her parents pushed relentlessly for the match while whispers followed her through castle corridors. The lords of the privy council watched with calculating eyes, measuring her worth in political currency. When Lord Seema approached seeking her influence over the king, Hollis glimpsed the weight of the crown she might one day wear. Power, she realized, was not a gift but a burden that crushed as easily as it elevated. Still, when Jameson took her to see the Crown of Estus in its sacred chamber, when he spoke of making her his queen, her heart soared despite her fears. The necklace of rose-colored gems he chose for her seemed to seal an unspoken promise. In the shadows of ancient stained glass windows, with jewels heavy on her throat and a king's love blazing in her eyes, Hollis Brite allowed herself to believe in fairy tales.
Chapter 2: Foreign Hearts: The Arrival of Silas Eastoffe
The Eastoffe family entered the Great Room like refugees from a storm, their Isolten blue marking them as foreigners seeking sanctuary. Lord Dashiell's weathered face bore the weight of desperate flight as he knelt before King Jameson, his children arrayed behind him like chess pieces awaiting judgment. Young Saul clung to his sister Scarlet's hand while the two older sons, Silas and Sullivan, stood with the quiet dignity of those who had lost everything. Hollis watched from her place beside the throne as Silas stepped forward with their gift. The golden sword blazed in the morning light, its craftsmanship flawless, and when Jameson tested its edge by cutting a lock of the young man's hair, Hollis found herself transfixed by eyes the color of winter sky. There was something in that blue gaze that called to her, a pull she couldn't name or resist. "You made this yourself?" Jameson asked, and Silas nodded with quiet pride. Here was no pampered courtier but a craftsman who worked with fire and steel, whose hands bore the calluses of honest labor. When the king asked Hollis for her judgment on their petition for sanctuary, she felt those blue eyes upon her and spoke from instinct rather than protocol. The Eastoffes were granted residence in the castle's South Wing, but Hollis found herself seeking them out beyond the formal requirements of hospitality. Lady Eastoffe became her tutor in Isolten customs, while Scarlet proved a natural at dancing. Yet it was Silas who occupied her thoughts, his quiet wisdom and gentle humor a stark contrast to Jameson's theatrical affections. In stolen moments by firelight, they spoke of art and dreams, of freedom and the weight of expectation. When he showed her his work in the castle's outbuildings, muscles straining as he shaped metal into beauty, Hollis felt something shift inside her chest. The careful walls she'd built around her heart began to crack, letting in a dangerous light that illuminated everything she thought she wanted and showed it false.
Chapter 3: Divided Loyalties: Between King and Craftsman
The tournament arrived with fanfare and foreign dignitaries, King Quinten of Isolte bringing his young queen Valentina in a display of royal power. Hollis wore Jameson's chosen jewels and smiled with practiced grace, but her eyes searched the crowd for a particular figure in armor bearing no colors, honoring both his past and present with diplomatic neutrality. Silas fought with more heart than skill, his sword work clumsy but determined. When he won through sheer persistence, Hollis found herself cheering wildly, her enthusiasm earning suspicious glances from the royal box. The golden handkerchief she'd dropped had found its way to his sleeve, a secret token that made her pulse race with guilty pleasure. But the gesture sparked King Quinten's rage at this perceived slight to Isolten honor. The old king's fury was terrible to behold, his paranoia and cruelty on full display as he berated his own former subjects for their choice of allegiance. Jameson's diplomatic skills smoothed over the immediate crisis, but the damage lingered like poison in wine. In the aftermath, Hollis found herself caught between worlds. Jameson's love pressed down upon her like a beautiful trap, each gift and public display binding her more tightly to a destiny that felt increasingly foreign. The queen's apartments, magnificent as they were, felt like a gilded cage. The lords who sought her favor saw only a vessel for their ambitions, while her parents pushed relentlessly toward a royal match that would elevate their own standing. Yet in quiet moments stolen from duty and expectation, when Silas spoke of distant shores and simple happiness, Hollis felt the true pull of her heart. His love asked nothing of her but herself, offered no crown but promised freedom. When he kissed her in the shadowed hallway after Valentina's diplomatic triumph, the world fell away and left only truth burning between them like a forge-fire that would reshape everything it touched.
Chapter 4: The Escape: Abandoning the Crown on Crowning Day
Crowning Day dawned with bitter irony. As tradition demanded, Hollis wore flowers in her hair instead of the jeweled crowns Jameson had sent, a choice that puzzled courtiers but felt true to her changing heart. The ancient ceremony proceeded with sacred pageantry, King Jameson recrowned with Estus's ancient circlet while his people renewed their oaths of loyalty. But Hollis's attention was drawn across the hall to where Silas stood with his family, their borrowed finery unable to disguise their essential otherness in this most Coroan of celebrations. The pull in her chest had grown stronger, an invisible thread that connected her to something beyond duty and expectation. When Jameson spoke privately of marriage and the official announcement he planned to make that very night, Hollis felt the trap closing around her like iron bands. The treaty he'd signed with King Quinten, promising their firstborn daughter to Isolte, revealed the true nature of royal marriage. Children as arrows in his quiver, to be aimed wherever politics demanded. The crown she'd dreamed of wearing suddenly felt heavy as a millstone. The confrontation in his private chambers stripped away all pretense. "I am not prepared to say yes," she told him, the words falling like stones into still water. Jameson's shock gave way to confident dismissal. He would wait, he declared, certain that she would return to him in the end. His arrogance in that moment confirmed what her heart had been whispering for weeks. Outside among the carriages, Silas waited with horses and a desperate plan. "Come with us," he pleaded, offering love without conditions, a life where she would be treasured for exactly who she was. The choice crystallized in that moment like water becoming ice. Power or love. Crown or freedom. A queen's lonely magnificence or a craftsman's honest devotion. When she kissed him and whispered yes, Hollis Brite chose herself at last, racing away from the castle as her flower crown fell forgotten in the dark.
Chapter 5: A Brief Happiness: Marriage and Massacre
Abicrest Manor rose from the countryside like hope made manifest, its weathered stones promising refuge and renewal. The Eastoffes threw themselves into restoration with the joy of those who had finally found home, while Hollis marveled at the simple pleasure of waking each day beside the man she'd chosen rather than the one chosen for her. Their wedding was a testament to new beginnings. Neighbors came to welcome the foreign family and witness the union that had scandalized two kingdoms. Hollis wore gold silk and flowers in her hair, Sullivan's handcrafted headpiece catching the afternoon light as she spoke vows that came from her heart rather than duty. Even her parents attended, their disapproval tempered by reluctant love. The celebration spilled into evening with music and dancing, genuine joy replacing the calculated pageantry of court life. When Silas whispered of honeymoon plans to Eradore's white beaches, Hollis felt her cup of happiness overflow. She had sacrificed a crown but gained something infinitely more precious: the right to choose her own destiny. But happiness, like morning mist, proved fragile in the face of ancient hatreds. The Darkest Knights came in the deep hours of night, their black masks and swift swords bringing King Quinten's paranoid justice to the manor's peaceful halls. Hidden in the garden maze by Lady Eastoffe's desperate foresight, Hollis could only listen to the screams and watch flames consume her brief paradise. When silence finally fell, only three women remained alive among the ashes. Lord Eastoffe lay still beside young Saul, while Sullivan's gentle soul had been snuffed out like a candle. Silas, her beloved husband of mere hours, existed now only in memory and the golden ring that burned like accusation on her finger. The Darkest Knights had done their work with surgical precision, eliminating a bloodline that threatened their master's paranoid grip on power while leaving just enough survivors to spread their terror.
Chapter 6: Beyond the Ashes: Following the Thread to Isolte
Varinger Hall echoed with emptiness when the survivors finally reached its doors, three broken women seeking shelter from a storm that had already passed. Hollis's childhood home felt alien now, its familiar rooms unable to contain the magnitude of her loss. Her parents' rejection cut deep, their ultimatum forcing her to choose between a return to Jameson's court and complete exile from the family that had never quite known how to love her. Lady Eastoffe's decision to return to Isolte seemed like madness born of grief, but her reasoning was sharp as forged steel. Only by presenting themselves to King Quinten could they hope to ensure his paranoia was satisfied, the male line truly ended. Her plan to shield Hollis by distance made tactical sense even as it broke both their hearts. When Etan Northcott arrived to escort the survivors back to their homeland, Hollis felt the familiar tug in her chest that had first drawn her to Silas. The sensation was fainter now, like an echo of what had been, but it pointed unmistakably toward Isolte and whatever answers waited there. Against all logic and Lady Eastoffe's protests, she made her choice with the same reckless certainty that had once made her abandon a crown. The journey back to the land that had birthed her husband's family was undertaken in strange fellowship. Etan's hostility gradually gave way to grudging respect for her determination, while Scarlet's traumatized silence spoke volumes about the horrors she'd witnessed. Lady Eastoffe vacillated between maternal concern and political calculation, knowing that Hollis's presence endangered them all even as her love made abandonment impossible. As their carriage rolled through the countryside toward an uncertain fate, Hollis clutched the sapphire ring that marked her as heir to a bloodline King Quinten thought he'd eliminated. The weight of royal succession pressed down upon her, an inheritance written in violence and loss. Ahead lay a paranoid king, a fractured kingdom, and the dangerous truth that sometimes the greatest act of love is following those you cherish into the very heart of darkness itself.
Summary
In the ashes of burned dreams and broken crowns, Hollis Eastoffe discovered that true nobility lay not in the accident of birth but in the courage to choose love over convenience, truth over safety. Her journey from pampered courtier to grieving widow to reluctant heir traced a path that countless women had walked before her: the transformation from ornament to agent of her own destiny. The golden threads that once bound her to King Jameson's court had been cut by fire and blood, replaced by bonds forged in shared loss and desperate hope. The road to Isolte stretched ahead like a challenge thrown down by fate itself, promising answers that might prove more terrible than the questions that drove her forward. In choosing to follow her adopted family into exile and danger, Hollis embraced the hardest lesson of all: that love, real love, demands not the safety of certainty but the courage to step into darkness with nothing but faith as a guide. The crown she'd abandoned would find another head, but the woman she was becoming could wear no ornament save the scars that marked her passage from girlhood's golden cage to the fierce freedom of her own choosing.
Best Quote
“The most valuable thing you can own is the assurance of your place in someone's heart.” ― Kiera Cass, The Betrothed
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