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Interlude: Midwinter

Note

Well, things have been heavy on the main line lately huh? Here’s a little Christmas time fluff for everyone. The Pantonas are throwing a party and Aaron is being a brat! Also, this is the last planned interlude for a while. I’ve loved writing them, but nothing seems in good enough shape for the moment. If something comes up that I want to write I will, but for now…time for a rest.

Caleb

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Lisette gasped running her hand over the delicate blue gown. “Am I truly allowed to wear it?” Caleb smiled. She was fifteen, he realized, too grown up to be hidden away much longer.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” He asked. She frowned. Olivia looked at him as Lisette held it up against herself and looked in the mirror.

“Normally when you bring things like this back they go in the trunk,” she said softly, “for later.” Caleb nodded.

“This is for the midwinter festival,” he said, “someone suggested new dresses were the thing for it.” Lisette looked at him. “There’s going to be a ball.”

“And you can’t very well go to your first ball in your cottons, Lisette,” Olivia said. Lisette smiled and hugged them both.

“Thank you!” She said. “I love you both so much.” She skipped out.

“Is it too much?” Caleb grimaced. “I never know.” Olivia sighed.

“I think in this case, no,” Olivia said, “we’d be indulging her regardless on this occasion.” He sat down. “And it will be good practice for her.” Caleb frowned. “You’re under a storm cloud, my love, what is it?”

“Something Les said,” he sighed, “Marina has begun to notice Brayton’s attention.” Olivia sighed. “We could bring her here.”

“We can’t do that,” Olivia said softly. “He can’t look this way, you know it.” He nodded. “I want to protect Marina too, of course I do, but we must protect Lisette and Aaron first.” He exhaled. “He’d just think we were placing her in front of Aaron, which would put everyone at risk.” Caleb grinned.

“I’ve heard worse ideas,” he said. Olivia laughed.

“Aaron would find Marina a charming distraction for exactly one month, and then leave her heartbroken and vulnerable,” Olivia shook her head. Caleb looked at her. “He’s my son as much as he’s yours.” Caleb laughed.

“I hate admitting that you’re right,” he said. Olivia laughed. “Has she written to Harran more?”

“Stop meddling,” Olivia said, “bringing Harran here was good for her, but you know her opinion on things.” Caleb sighed. “And if she has, she didn’t tell me about it and I won’t ask. She’s entitled to some privacy about boys at her age, heir to a throne or not.” He exhaled as his wife kissed him gently. Olivia wasn’t wrong of course, but he had brought Harran to Pantona to show Annalise that she had options outside of the ones she contemplated constantly.

The Prince of Phania and Aaron.

His plan had succeeded too well, he was pretty sure. When the Prince had departed, his daughter had spent a week doing nothing but scribbling in her diary and sighing loudly. When he asked Aaron what exactly had gone on between the pair the response had been less than useful.

“She followed him around like a puppy and he preened at the attention,” Aaron has said, “it was deadly boring.” Aaron’s blasé attitude was becoming a problem, but Caleb didn’t know a cure besides seeing more of the world and the idea of Aaron in Dovetail terrified him.

Aaron

“It does suit you,” he said, as Annalise pulled at the necklace Olivia had leant her with the ice blue gown. The guests hadn’t arrived for the ball yet. She looked at him.

“In the books Olivia gives me it says young girls shouldn’t wear jewelry,” Lisette frowned. “Just flowers or maybe a scarf in their hair.

“Maybe there’s some sort of exception for Princesses,” he grinned. She scoffed at him. “You’re excited, I haven’t seen you this happy since last summer.” She straightened up.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she mustered her dignity. He laughed. He shouldn’t tease her about Prince Harran, but it was really so easy. “I ran into Maggie at market yesterday.” Aaron grimaced.

“Did you?” He said. “How um,” he swallowed. “How was she?”

“She told me to tell you that she’s going to marry Alfred Baker over in Corenting,” Lisette said, “and that should you wish her joy you could choke on it.” He sighed. “She wasn’t the one?”

“You’re not funny,” he said. “Even if she were, I can’t marry a shopkeeper’s daughter from the village.” She frowned. “Don’t worry I’m not holding out for you.”

“I didn’t think you were,” she stuck out her tongue. He laughed. “Do you think when I’m queen, he’ll come back?”

“I think he’d be very foolish not to.” He said and kissed her forehead. “Did you tell him the truth?” She shook her head.

“Caleb said not to,” she whispered. “And even if he hadn’t, I didn’t want,” she exhaled, “I wanted him to like me.” She exhaled. “I know you didn’t like him.”

“It isn’t that I didn’t like him, but I’m not used to sharing you,” Aaron admitted. He’d have to get used to it, he knew that. “Maggie’s really getting married?” She rolled her eyes.

“I only know what they tell me,” she said. He raised an eyebrow. “Believe it or not the goddess is not particularly interested in your conquests, Aaron, so she doesn’t send me Dreams about them.” He smirked. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror.

“You look very grown up Lisette,” he said. She smiled. “Though not quite like a Princess.” She smiled.

“I hope not,” she said, “it makes my eyes look blue.” He nodded.

Olivia

“I can’t believe Father thought of this,” Aaron frowned. Olivia looked at her son.

“Marina Sanpierre thought of this,” Olivia said. He blinked at her. “Are you shocked?”

“A little,” he said, “isn’t she twelve?”

“She’s fourteen,” Olivia said, “and your father has it in his head for you to get to know her very well.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “He means well. You two are too hard on each other.” Lisette was dancing with one of the merchant boys who’d been passing through. “She’s doing well.”

“Yes,” he sighed. “Is it always going to be like this?” Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. “Every man who looks at her makes me want to corner him and ask what his intentions are.” Olivia laughed. “It’s not funny, it’s maddening.”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at myself,” she exhaled. “I was worrying about the two of you, being too attached.” Aaron smirked. “You were awful about Harran, but if it’s just you being protective, I can live with it.”

“Countess,” William Santino walked over. “Viscount.” Speaking of protectiveness. “Thank you for having me.”

“Anytime,” Aaron smirked. “Please tell me you brought something to drink?” His mother sighed at him.

“Always,” William laughed, “shall we?” Aaron grinned and they walked out. Odd that Aaron was blind to William’s intention towards Lisette. Or maybe he didn’t care. She wasn’t too worried about it. They needed friends, and Pantona left them with precious little choice in who they could be with regularly.

Her own youth in Dovetail had been full, friends and suitors and that was even under her father’s considerable and toxic influence.

“Olivia,” Lisette walked over flushed and happy. “Why aren’t you and Caleb dancing?” She smiled at the girl.

“An excellent question,” Olivia said, “you look lovely.” Lisette smiled widely.

“I’m having so much fun,” she said, “I want to do this all the time.” Olivia laughed.

“When we’re in Dovetail maybe you can,” she whispered kissing her on the cheek softly. Lisette laughed and went back to her merchant. Caleb walked over. “Lisette wants to know why we aren’t dancing?”

“It’s an excellent question,” he smiled taking her hand as a new dance started. She smiled. “I’m proud of this.”

“You should be,” she said softly. “Of all of it.” He smiled and kissed her gently.

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Interlude: A Broken Heart

Lisette

William Santino had been in Pantona for a week. He knew it had been a good decision but that didn’t make the tiny village less dull for a young man, compared to Dovetail.

At least today, which was market day was somewhat exciting. Most of the surrounding farmers and even a few merchants had descended on the small square. He’d managed to step away from the Inn where his uncle had set him up for a while to look around, when he distractedly bumped into a girl with a basket.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress,” he said kneeling down to help her gather the things she’d dropped. She met his eyes. She was darked skinned, with her curly black hair slid back off her face in a kerchief, and her sharp grey eyes seeing into him. “We haven’t met.”

“No,” she said, with a smirk. “We haven’t.”

“Lisette,” a boy about his own age followed after her. He had red hair and his face was drawn into a suspicious frown now. “Can I help you?”

“I um,” William stuttered, “I apologize. I’m William Santino, I’m taking over the inn.” The other boy’s face softened.

“Oh, right,” he sighed, “I’m Aaron, this is Lisette. Welcome to Pantona.” William stopped. The name clicked immediately.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace,” he bowed. “I didn’t realize.”

“Oh don’t do that,” the girl, Lisette, sighed, “he doesn’t deserve it.” The Viscount rolled his eyes. “We’re glad you’ve come, aren’t we, Aaron.”

“Hm?” The Viscount was already distracted and looking elsewhere, “oh yes, of course, please come to the manor sometime. Lisette, come along, we should finish shopping, Mother will expect us before supper.”

“Right,” she said cheerfully, “it was nice meeting you Master Santino, we’ll see you soon.”

The night at dinner, William moved his food around distractedly.

“Everything alright?” His Uncle asked. William looked at him. “Did you enjoy the market, at least?”

“Yes,” William shrugged. “I met the Viscount.” His uncle nodded.

“Ah,” the old man nodded. “What did you think of him?” William shrugged.

“There was a girl too,” he mumbled. His uncle chuckled.

“Of course,” he said. “She’s a sweet little thing. Young though.” William sighed.

“I didn’t mean,” he blushed at little. “Who is she?”

“No one’s exactly sure,” his uncle sighed. “They call her Lisette. The Count and Countess adopted her. She keeps to herself mostly. The line at the manor is she’s just a war orphan, but there are whispers that she’s the Count’s own. She’s got Phanian blood for sure.”

It was a few days later when Lisette showed up at the inn with a basket.

“How can I help you?” William smiled at her.

“I wanted to apologize,” she said, “Aaron was being very rude the other day.” She handed him the basket. “We’re neighbors, and you’re new.” He moved the cloth away from the top of the basket.

“Lemons?” He grinned.

“We have an orchard at the manor,” she explained. “Your cook will be grateful for them, trust me.” He nodded.

“Will you have tea with me?” He asked. She raised her eyebrows. “My uncle’s gone back to Dovetail. I am still new.” She nodded and sat down with him.

This became a routine for nearly a year. Lisette would come too the Inn, they’d sit and have tea and talk. In addition to her striking looks, he found her charming, sweet and intelligent. They did well together. She was of course, only fifteen years old, to his seventeen. They were young. He knew that, but as he stood in front of Count Caleb and Countess Olivia he felt resolved.

“When we spoke earlier you seemed anxious,” The count said, “have a seat, William. Is all well with the inn?”

“What?” William said sitting own. “Yes, it’s not,” he exhaled. “I wanted to speak to you regarding Lisette.” The couple’s eyes shifted towards each other and then The Countess smiled at him knowingly.

“What about Lisette?” Countess Olivia asked. William exhaled.

“I was hoping to,” he sighed. “I’d like to ask her to marry me. I know we’re both still very young, but I can’t see my uncle objecting. And if she says no, of course, but I didn’t want to, that is without you both,” he exhaled. The Count was frowning.

“Lisette is fifteen,” he said, “she’s far too young, William. I know you two are friends and if you wish to,” he sighed. “I don’t object to your relationship, but no, not marriage.” The Countess regarded him.

“What are your feelings for her?” She asked. “And does she reciprocate?”

“We’re friends, really,” William said, honestly, “and she’s a lovely girl. I only thought,” he looked down. “I think we’d do well together.” The Count nodded solemnly and shook his hand and he left.

William stared at the wall after Lisette, Princess Annalise, he reminded himself had left his office. All these weeks he’d been at his wit’s end because he was watching the girl he wanted fall in love with someone else, and while he’d felt a deep and abiding jealousy at the way she looked at Tristan Dugarry, but that wasn’t even the beginning of the gulf between them.

He’d sat in that parlor and asked to marry her. And as she’d plainly laid out her identity to him, it made so much more sense. Half Phanian, and being raised by nobles as their own, not just thrown into their kitchens? It was so obvious. She’d never considered him because she lived in a different universe from him.

Marina

“William,” Marina whimpered underneath him, her gown undone and pushed down revealing her breasts as he kissed and sucked gently down her neck. “Goddess,” she sighed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He wasn’t exactly sure how they’d gotten here. One moment they were walking through the courtyard garden outside the great hall, and he’d kissed her, and now they were in his barrack room and she was leaning into his touch. “How did the gods make anyone so beautiful?” They kissed hard and she slipped his shirt over his head and their skin pressed together. He needed her, was burning for her. He went to unlace himself and she stopped him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked.

“I’ve never,” she said. He smiled. “That is, you know that I,” he kissed her again. Marina was sixteen and had lived life sheltered in a way he could only imagine. Of course she was a virgin.

“We don’t have to do that,” he whispered. “I want you, my little beauty, but there are other things, other pleasures.” She sat up and smirked at him. “Can I finish undressing you?”

“If you want,” she said softly as he went back to work behind her ear. “But what do you mean, other pleasures?”

“I’m going to touch you, and kiss you,” he whispered, sliding her gown down to the floor. “I don’t need to be inside of you to make you moan, Marina.” He slid his hand down below her waist and lay her down on her back.

“William,” she mumbled as he kissed down and explored her body. Gods, he was a lucky man, her small curves were perfect. He pressed one finger gently against her sex, “mm,” she exhaled. He added another finger and then kissed the same spot, finding her bud and sucking gently on it, “oh gods,” she raised her hips to meet his fingers and tongue. Her breathing was ragged and she was moaning his name and gods, he was hard. When she finally let go and went limp, he looked up at her, flushed and panting.

“You enjoyed it?” He whispered. She nodded drowsily. He climbed up and kissed her gently.

“Can I return the favor?” She whispered and they kissed again. He groaned. “I don’t know how, but you could show me.” He smirked and unlaced himself and guided her hand to him.

“This is how much I want you, Marina,” he murmured in her ear. “Wrap your hand around me, and stroke.” She kissed him and followed the instructions. It wasn’t nearly the relief he wanted, needed, but he could wait for her.

William had been home a week. Settled back into his small office at the back of the inn. Back to watching and listening for things he wasn’t sure about. He missed Marina. He missed the softness of her against him in bed, and the little whimpers she made when he touched her.

He missed the shy way she touched him, and her mouth soft and warm on his cock. His door opened and Kathy Sampson walked in.

“Hello Kathy,” he said, “can I help you with something?” She shrugged and sat down on the couch, her chestnut brown hair rippling.

“I realized I hadn’t welcomed you back,” she said, her voice low. He and Kathy had had a few encounters over the years. It was a small area. But once she’d caught Aaron’s eye and he’d decided to get serious about Lisette that had been that.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, “did The Count already kick you out of the manor?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Still mooning about The Queen?” She rolled her eyes. He sighed. He hadn’t thought of Lisette that way in a long time. “I had thought when he came back alone that maybe,” she exhaled, “but that merchant bitch still has some hold on him.”

“Athena Dugarry is not likely to share,” he muttered. “And I’d advise you not to get in her way.” She looked curiously at him.

“I thought you liked her,” she said. He frowned. “Was our Queen too fond of her old friend? Did it upset her plans?”

“It wasn’t Lisette,” he sighed, “it’s not important. What do you want?” She shrugged and stood up and straddled him lap.

“What do you think I want?” She whispered. They kissed and he slid his hands to her thighs. They lost themselves in the easy bliss of sex.

Carolina

William had fallen in love with Carolina Dugarry slowly and then all at once. He’d known he wanted her, but he’d pushed it aside, sure it was some overcooked jealous reaction to her husband.

But the rhythm of their friendship so clearly mirrored his with Lisette. She’d come to the inn, they’d talk, she’d smile. And like Lisette she was lonely, somehow separate from the rest of the world in Pantona. Her reasons were different. Tristan’s work taking him far away, her desire for a child and her estrangement from her family.

The first of many stolen kisses had been an accident, walking back from the manor one evening and they’d arrived at her gate. He’d recently called off his engagement to Kathy, a hairbrained scheme that had led to her running off with some merchant train and him looking like a fool.

“I’m sorry that it didn’t work out,” Caro had said. He laughed. “I know how hard this sort of thing can be. Before Tristan I,” she paused. “Well, I just understand, even when you aren’t terribly attached to the person, it stings.”

“Yes,” he sighed. “Thank you. It’s been good. To have a friend.” She smiled, the moonlight threading through her golden blonde hair. She stood on her tiptoes and went to kiss him on the cheek. He turned his head and met her lips instead. She stopped and backed away. “Oh, Caro, wait,”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I didn’t mean to,” she opened the gate, “good night,” she called over her shoulder running to the house. What was he thinking? She was married. And to a man who hated him anyway. There were easier ways to die than kissing Tristan Dugarry’s wife.

She never explained it. She never mentioned it. They never talked about it. There were just more kisses. Sometimes greeting or goodbyes at their private meetings, sometimes in shadows of the manor or Dugarry House. Sometimes soft and sweet, other times hungry and wanting.

It was clear she felt like he did. She wanted him, cared for him, and knew was impossible. Not that they talked about it. Ever. They talked about everything else. For years. Talk. And stolen kisses.

Until that night. She’d come over, quieter, and sadder than he’d ever seen her. She’d picked up the bottle of whiskey that usually only Aaron took, and poured a glass and downed it.

“He’d rather be anywhere else,” she finally said. He looked at her.

“I don’t see how that’s possible,” he said. She looked at him. “I’ve never understood it.”

“You haven’t, have you?” She said gently. He pushed her hair behind her ear. “You don’t want to be somewhere else?”

“No,” he said gently. “I want to be with you.” She nodded and kissed him. She still tasted like the whiskey, he didn’t mind. “Caro,” he whispered. She pulled close, pressing against him and kissing again, not withdrawing. He knew she would any minute now. But she didn’t seem to want to this time.

“William,” she said softly, “oh gods, please keep kissing me.” He placed his hands on he waist and pulled her close. She seemed to follow his body’s instruction and pressed against him as she opened her mouth. “I want you,” she whispered.

“Fortunately, we’re in a building with quite a few beds,” he teased. She threw her head back and laughed.

“Yes,” she said standing up alluringly. “I’ve been thinking about yours.” He swallowed and they walked upstairs to his simple bedchamber. The Inn was empty and part of him wanted to take her to the more elaborate suite, the one usually reserved for when her people came through town. They fell back against his bed though, and he realized this was better. They undressed each other and started to push closer. He slowly traced his hands against her body. “William,” she whispered, “gods, that’s nice,” she murmured as he spread her legs and lifted her into a sitting position and he slid into her slowly, gently.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Carolina,” he said gently, “you have no idea.” She blinked her large blue eyes up at him. “Is this good?” He breathed trying to keep his stroke slow, to savor this woman.

“Yes,” she exhaled, “oh it’s so good.” She was panting and thrusting to match him. “Oh Goddess, William,” she moaned, “don’t stop, please.” He didn’t, they didn’t. He didn’t know what exactly he’d expected, but Caro’s insatiable appetite was not it.

When they did finally collapse in exhaustion, she slid close to him.

“I wish I’d come to you a long time ago,” she said softly. He exhaled.

“Why now?” He managed to ask. She sighed. “I’m not complaining, I just,” she rolled over and kissed him softly.

“I’m here now,” she said, “can it be enough?” He cupped her face.

“Let me in, please,” he whispered. “I love you, Carolina, you must know that.” She pressed her forehead to his.

“I wish he’d just leave me,” she said, “I really do. It would be easier.” Leave him, he tried to say but couldn’t, run away with me. Instead he just kissed her and drew her close.

“I want you again,” he whispered. She smiled and rolled under him.

He woke in the morning when Caro shifted in bed and began getting dressed.

“Where you going?” He asked and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She sighed happily back against him.

“Home,” she whispered. “I’ll be missed, and we don’t need gossip.”

“Let everyone in the damn village talk,” he whispered. She giggled and shook her head. “Stay right here.”

“William,” she whispered, “I can’t, if Aaron and Athena found out,” she trailed off. He stopped. Of course. “Thank you for last night, though. It was incredible.”

And then it went back. She came and went sending her coded messages, there were a few stolen kisses and stray touches. He waited up nights, wondering when she’d come back and she never did. But he lived in hope.

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Interlude: The Great Witch

“Mama, look,” Brea said with a gasp as Nika took the small pool of water and wrapped it around her. Brea’s giggle as the whip danced around her made Nika feel very proud. Her eight year old sister was very particular and six year old Nika wanted to impress her.

“Well done, Nika,” Lady Anaia Averran knelt down to her daughters. Nika warmed. “When did you learn that?”

“I didn’t learn it,” Nika frowned, “I just tried it.” Her mother nodded.

“Mama, can I try?” Brea asked. Their mother looked at her.

“Not today my love,” she said. “Come, we have a long ride.” Nika frowned and the two sisters followed after her. Her mother was being strange.

That night after they made camp and the girls were supposed to be sleeping Nika sat up, listening to her parents talk.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, Walkin,” Anaia said gently. “She needs to be properly taught.”

“She’s a witch, my love,” her father chuckled. “What could she need that you and the others can’t show her?”

“I’m not sure,” her mother said, “The Cammadie, maybe?”

“The Masteros are all dead or hiding under rocks, waiting for salvation from a child who died years ago,” Walkin shook his head. “And I won’t hand our daughter over to be drained and slaughtered by Brayton.” Nika inhaled sharply. She didn’t want to leave her mother and sister anyway, let alone to go to the monsters in Cammadan who hated magic.

She was twelve years old when it came up again. She was sitting playing as they’d settled in to the Border Keep, Brea was off with the chieftain’s sons, but Nika didn’t want to play with the loud and rowdy boys, and she didn’t understand why her sister did either. But Brea now spent nearly all her time hanging on Prince Harran’s every word, and watching him and sighing. Instead she’d settled in to see if she could make the lights she’d been practicing dance.

“What on earth?” Chieftain Marcus said she turned as the two orbs sat in her hands.

“Chieftain,” she said and extinguished them. “Were you looking for my mother?”

“I was,” he smiled, “what was that you were doing?”

“Oh it’s just a game,” she blushed. “Or it will be, when I figure it out.” The Chieftain nodded.

“Show me,” he said, she nodded and created the orbs of golden light in each hand. “How long have been able to do this?”

“A while,” she said.

“Just conjuring light?” He asked. She shook her head.

“Water too,” she whispered. He exhaled. “My mother is settling in our room I think.”

“Little Nika,” The Chieftain said. “Why are you afraid? This is a wonderful gift.”

“I don’t want to go to Cammadan and die,” she said. She waited for him to laugh. “I see them, the shadows, and they say awful things!”

“I see,” The Chieftain nodded. “Yes, that would be alarming.” She nodded. “Do you see other things?”

“Sometimes,” she swallowed. “People, places that are far away. It doesn’t always make a lot of sense.” He nodded.

“Chieftain,” her mother walked over. “I apologize was Nika bothering you?” Nika shrank back.

“No,” he said gently. “You might have told us your daughter was a seer, Lady Anaia.” Nika swallowed. “We will discuss this, Nika, do tell me when you’ve perfected your game.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

“Nika,” Marina whimpered under her touch. “Ooh,” she exhaled. Nika smiled watching her beloved’s dark curls spread in a halo around her head on the plain white bed in her chamber in Brightcoast. They kissed as Nika slid her fingers between her folds.

She’d never felt this way about anyone. Falling in love with Marina had consumed her so fully. But their relationship had moved slowly, physically. First, because Marina was mourning her relationship with Damian Lestoff and then because Nika had gone home for a while.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Nika whispered and nibbled on her neck.

“I missed you,” Marina mumbled, sliding her hands under Nika’s robe. “I’m nervous.” Nika smiled.

“I can tell,” she said. “Just touch me how you like to be touched.” They kissed again. After they lay entwined, Marina panting and spent, Nika cooing still riding her own pleasure. “You’re a natural.” Marina giggled.

“I’ve never felt that good,” she mumbled. Nika smirked and rolled onto her belly and leaned on her hands. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

“I’m sorry my love,” she said, “but of course it’s better than you’re used to, boys have no idea what our bodies can do for pleasure,” Marina giggled. “When do you go back to Dovetail?”

“Soon,” she sighed, “once he’s settled. Or as settled as he can be.” Her father’s condition had not improved. His fogs of confusion lasted longer, his melancholy seemed permanent. Nika knew it worried her. “You’ll come with us?”

“I think so,” Nika whispered. “If I’m wanted.” Marina smiled and kissed her softly.

“I always want you,” she said.

Dovetail was busy. Mainly they spent their time helping get the university organized, it was Marina’s pet project and Nika liked helping, liked not being afraid of her magic. And she liked being with Marina and her cousin Raymond and Raymond’s partner Evan.

But Nika had also never been jealous before in her life, and she hated the feeling. But the twist in her gut whenever Marina and Tristan Dugarry looked at each other couldn’t be anything else.

“All our lives I thought you were above it,” Brea said one night as Nika had gone outside to get some air.

“What are you talking about?” Nika rolled her eyes at her sister.

“I’m talking about how you look ready to take off your veil and tie it around Sir Tristan’s throat every time he speaks,” Brea teased. “What’s he done to you?” Nika frowned.

“She’s in love with him,” Nika whispered. Brea looked at her.

“Oh,” Brea said. “Oh, Nika I’m sorry.” She looked at her. “But he’s married and Marina doesn’t seem like,” Nika exhaled.

“No, it isn’t like that, they aren’t together, they’re just,” Nika shrugged, “in love.” Brea rested her head on her shoulder. “And I love her.”

“At least you’re with her,” Brea said. Nika nodded. “Try not to hate her. It’s poison.” Nika looked at her.

“I think he misses you,” Nika said. Brea shrugged.

“Last time we were at the keep, Rian proposed again,” Brea whispered.

“Outright?” Nika said. Brea nodded. “What did you say?”

“No, obviously,” Brea rolled her eyes. “I’ll never marry.” Nika nodded.

“Papa will hate that,” she sighed. Brea nodded. “He had such high hopes for you.”

“You’re the one who’s going to succeed him though,” Brea whispered. “Chief Nika Averran.” Nika laughed darkly at that.”

Nika was asleep on a cot, having helped bring a baby and then name her when the flap of her tent opened.

Prince Anders was standing in front of her, her hair was uncovered and he stared for a moment before turning around.

“Anders, what in the world?” She grabbed her veil and covered her head.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen your hair, even when we were children.” She laughed and he turned around, he looked very serious.

“What is it?” She said. “Is Brea alright?” He blinked at her.

“Your sister is, fine,” he swallowed. “We had a messenger last night, Harran sent me, I ride fastest.” She nodded. “From Cammadan.” She exhaled. Marina.

“Is it over?” Nika asked. “Did she do it?”

“Nika,” Anders said softly. “Lord Brayton took the Duchess, they don’t know where.” She stared at him.

“That’s not possible,” Nika shook her head, “if something had happened to Marina I’d have felt it, or seen it.” Anders carefully cupped her face as she started crying and then pulled her close. “Please tell me it’s a lie, Anders, or a mistake.”

“I wish I could, Nika, I’m so sorry,” he said. “But they need you. Queen Annalise wants you to come.” She nodded and wiped her eyes. “I’ll let you get your things together. Harran said he’ll take you to Dovetail.”

“Alright,” she said and went back to her tent. She lit a candle and knelt.

“Amina, Dark Lady,” she whispered, “please, please don’t let her fall. I know what you desire, but I beg you, spare my beloved. Please.” She blew out the candle, grabbed her pack and met Anders at the horses.

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Interlude: The Villain

Brayton felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Marie looked serene, holding Anton’s hands as they exchanged vows.

Mine, the voice in his mind echoed. She’s supposed to be mine. But instead she was marrying Anton. Golden, perfect, careless Anton. He’d be careless with her too, in the end, like his father and his women, like he’d been with everyone else in his life.

Brayton wandered the courtyards and fountains, then into the city, but there was no respite from the sickenly sweet joy.

“Did you see her?” Two young girls he found himself sitting next to in a tavern were talking. “She looked so beautiful.”

“I was too busy looking at the prince,” the other one sighed, “he’s so in love with her, you can see it so plainly.” He stood up and stalked back out to the streets and back to the University and flopped on his cot and slept.

He awoke with a start and was someplace else entirely, a dark marble hall that mirrored the great hall in the palace, but rather than the intricate carved throne, a simple black one sat at one end.

And on the throne was a woman, she was ghostly pale with very light blonde hair, and dressed in whispy black.

“Lady Amina,” Brayton knelt to her. “Have I died?” He’d certainly wanted to. She laughed.

“Of course not,” she said, “but I did want to look at you.” He looked up at her. “You desire revenge?” He swallowed.

“Yes,” he said, meeting the goddess’s eyes.

“It will be yours,” she said softly. “The union of the Tumona line with Dovetail’s is of great pleasure to my siblings. I must have balance with them, your line will provide it.”

“Mine?” Brayton asked. She nodded. “I don’t understand.”

“In time you will,” she said, “do you pledge yourself to me?” She offered her hand.

“Yes, My Lady Amina,” he kissed it. “I am yours.”

He walked into the room where she was waiting.

“You came,” he said, Marie looked at him, her eyes alight with fury.

“I was summoned,” she said. He swallowed. “What is it you want from me?” He stepped closer. She drew back.

“Marie,” he said, “come with me, I can keep you safe.”

“Why should I trust a word you say?” She hissed. “You who banished my husband and threatened my child?”

“Because I love you,” he whispered. She laughed then, not a pleasant laugh but harsh and mocking. “I do Marie, it’s always been you.” She smirked.

“It was one night, ten years ago,” she said, “I didn’t even enjoy it.” He narrowed his eyes. He’d dreamt so many times of that night in Brightcoast, in Marie’s bed, her in his arms. She’d loved him back, he’d known it for sure. “Besides, I thought I was nothing but a deceiving witch, who seduced and corrupted your beloved cousin?”

“Marie,” he sighed.

“Or wait, I’m the innocent jilted wife, small and insignificant, as he pursues his true love, the Countess of Pantona?” She crossed her arms. “Which is it, Brayton? Am I scheming and ambitious or small and wounded?”

“They’ll kill you,” he said, “but I can stop that.” She scoffed. “And Annalise, she could,” he couldn’t even frame the lie. Marie knew, her daughter had to die.

“Do not speak of my daughter again,” she said. “Certainly don’t use her name, how dare you?” He stepped close to her. “I don’t know how you sold your lies, Brayton, but do you truly think I would believe you?” She turned and stalked out of the room.

Two days later he received word that the queen had disappeared from her rooms, and no one knew who she was. He seethed.

It was one night ten years ago. Her voice was haunting him now. And even more. I didn’t even enjoy it.

“She’s a child,” he objected. Amina stared him down.

“I chose her,” The Goddess shrugged. “You surrendered to my will, Brayton Dovetail.” He scowled. “Marina Sanpierre is to birth my sword as Marie bore my sister’s.” Brayton awoke with a start and walked to his window and looked out onto the courtyard. Marina Sanpierre was all of seven years old, and she made a flower bloom.

The gods played tricks. He’d loved one woman in his life, and she was dead, and by the time of her death she’d despised him.

Marie’s face danced in his mind constantly. The look of horror when he’d offered to shelter her and Annalise as Dovetail rose in flames. Her face draining of blood and life as his knife left her gut in the fields of Pantona.

But the girl was powerful, that had never been in doubt. And Amina had chosen her.

“May I help you with something, My Lord?” He was startled by Marina’s appearance in the drawing room. When had she become beautiful? “You sent for me?”

How old was she now? Thirteen or fourteen? The letters she wrote to Tristan Dugarry certainly revealed she was closer to womanhood than he’d realized. Her depth of feeling for the boy would be heartening if it weren’t so inconvenient.

And the resemblance between her and Marie, always present had become overwhelming.

“I did,” he said, “The Sisters tell me your work is going well.” She nodded and kept her eyes down.

“I am very grateful for your interest in my education, My Lord,” she said softly. He stood up and walked over to her. “I’m afraid I’m not progressing well enough to merit it.”

“I’m sure that isn’t so,” he said, lifting her chin. She looked up at him. “Your power is extraordinary, and it needs to be nurtured. Be patient.” He felt his own reserve of patience dwindle.

No, he couldn’t claim Marina Sanpierre until he knew Annalise’s fate. Or at least until he could legally take the throne, which wasn’t for another two years.

“Was there anything else you needed?” She asked, her voice trembling. He smiled.

“No,” he said gently, “I will see you this evening.” She curtsied and walked out.

He sat in the small cell beneath the palace that had been his, when Annalise walked in. He looked at her. He’d heard some of the older guards talking about the young princess, discussing her similarities to her mother.

Idiots. Annalise was nothing like his Marie. She was Anton’s daughter, through and through, brash and arrogant and careless and far too sure of herself. But these visits of hers smelled like something different, something tempered and patient and deeply civilized.

That wasn’t Marie either. That was Caleb Pantona.

“When did you know?” She asked him that day. He raised his eyebrows.

“Know what?” He asked. She frowned.

“That you were chosen,” she said. He smirked.

“On your parents’ wedding day,” he said. Her eyes went dark. Anton again. “Amina asked if I wanted revenge. I did.” She swallowed. “You’re a lost cause to her, of course but I imagine you’d take her up too at this point.”

“I don’t want revenge,” she said sharply, “I want justice.” He laughed.

“No you don’t,” he said, “oh, Caleb tamed you well enough, Cousin, to pass for others, but you’re still Dovetail, still Anessa’s heir. She was a conqueror, heedless and greedy. We lead with our blood, our hearts, we don’t get to be satisfied.” She swallowed, looking afraid. “Your mother never quite understood that.” She turned on her heel and stomped away. “Until next time, Princess.” He called after her with a laugh.

The palace was mostly empty, as Annalise had taken the court to Brightcoast, a practice he’d put a stop to almost immediately.

It was one night ten years ago, Marie’s voice had echoed for the past sixteen. No, there was no need to go to Brightcoast ever again.

“Eat something.” He looked up. He hadn’t seen Sebastian Anselm in maybe twenty years. The Mastero shoved a plate through a small door.

“No appetite,” Brayton said. “What do you care?”

“Annalise wants you to live for reasons surpassing my understanding,” Anselm shrugged.

“Because she’s fighting her nature,” Brayton said. “You know it.” Anselm frowned.

“I never agreed with your assessment of your family’s nature, my Prince,” Anselm said. Brayton looked at him.

“I’m not a Prince, Sebastian,” Brayton said softly.

“Your father’s pride robbed you of the title,” Anselm said. “Though Howard should have fought for you.” Brayton was surprised. “A great many of us failed you. I have a many regrets and your treatment as a boy is among the worst.” Brayton frowned. “It doesn’t change anything of course, but still.”

“So you think she should have killed me,” Brayton leaned back. Anselm nodded. “Why do you think she refrained?”

“Caleb Pantona advised it, and she can’t argue with him now, your fault,” Anselm shrugged, “and she’s always been contrary, the easiest way to get her to do what you like is to tell he not to do it.” Brayton stared baldly at him. “So perhaps that is your legacy to her.”

“She’s Anton’s,” Brayton frowned.

“Not entirely,” Anselm said. “She’s more thoughtful, more open to advice, that’s Marie. And the Pantonas have left their mark, she won’t ever be a distant or ceremonial ruler, her hands will be dirty, she’ll know her people and that was always their way.”

“She would come to see me,” Brayton said, “and just ask questions.” Anselm smiled.

“This unsettled you,” he laughed, “because it’s your way.” Brayton nodded. “You don’t like thinking of her as your kin, she was the obstacle for so long.” Anselm sighed. “Meanwhile, she is treating you as a person, remarkable, difference that.” The old man went to leave but paused. “Marina Sanpierre is remarkable.” Brayton smirked.

“She is,” Brayton said.

“In spite of you,” Anselm said. He turned and left. They didn’t see, without him Marina Sanpierre would have spent her life analyzing sea weed in Brightcoast like her mother had. He had seen her honed and made extraordinary.

He eventually fell asleep.

“You know,” he startled at Amina’s laconic voice, “it isn’t so much that you failed, but how spectacularly you did so.” She was walking, drawing her hands along the bars of the cell. “Not only is the girl even more firmly entrenched in my sister’s light, Annalise Dovetail will likely breed with that lesser son of her island and my brother chose the bitch pup from the merchant twins.” Brayton stared in disbelief at the goddess.

“You managed a visitation to scold me?” He asked. She sighed and flicked a hand and opened the door.

“Fail again and it is the end,” she said. He stumbled out the door. Not a dream at all, then.

He knew he had to work his way south, despite feeling as though he should run very far away.

It was agony, this fall. Pain and fire shooting through him worse than the forced starvation of the last blessings.

And the visions.

Marie, more content in a barn fleeing for her life basking in Anton’s smiles than she’d been in a palace beside him.

Marina, sleeping soundly and peacefully in Tristan Dugarry’s arms.

Marie whispering that she loved Annalise as a baby and would protect her from everything hunting them.

Marina on her knees before Damian Lestoff.

Marie, swallowing and gasping Anton’s name with her last breath.

Marina pleasuring the witch girl.

It was enough to split his mind. Though when it was settled he knew he needed to leave. Getting out of Cammadan had proved tricky, the only train he could follow into passed through Pantona, a massive risk, but that idiot innkeeper, (also featured in a few visions, also with Marina, damn him) had let him pass without thinking. He’d made his way to Rastan and began working as a healer, it was something.

She’d walked in the room and he’d felt it warm up. Raniere had practically run to her. Of course, what man wouldn’t? She’d been a beautiful girl, but womanhood had made her stunning. She was furiously ignoring Lestoff, and given the way the little merchant bitch had attached to him, he shouldn’t be surprised. Carolina Dugarry was either dimmer or more vindictive than he’d anticipated. Repaying her husband’s clear betrayal by taking his lover’s former paramour into her bed was either insane of brilliant. Or possibly both.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Princess Rila said. Brayton smirked at her. He’d sampled the princess’s favors himself. Rila was an amusing diversion. “She’s lovely but that’s surely not a reason for the world to turn upside down, or for my brother to make a fool of himself.”

“To the Cammadie she’s a reminder of Queen Marie,” he explained. Rila frowned. “Who they adored.”

“Mm,” Rila nodded. “More so than their current queen?” He scowled. “You’ve told me you don’t approve of her Braga, no need to pretend now.” He laughed.

“I have obviously never seen her,” he shrugged, “but she was raised as little more than a farmer’s bastard. For all it’s sung of in glory these days Pantona is mostly wheat fields and provincial villages.”

“And Brightcoast?” She asked. He inhaled sharply.

“Two moldering seaside ruins and a fish market,” he said. She giggled. “Shall I come see you tonight?” She shrugged.

“If you like,” she said. “I think you should rescue my brother now.” He grinned and walked over.

He didn’t know what to expect, but Marina’s impertinence and Dugarry’s threat were both shocking. He couldn’t get past Marina as a pliable young girl, barely able to meet his eyes without blushing and Tristan Dugarry as a sullen youth, silent and brooding. The man and woman before him were confident, furious, and obviously deeply cautious.

The sword could fall any day. He knew that.

Marina lay sleeping in the bed he’d laid her in after she fainted. Shadow travel was difficult, and she was already disturbed. He’d lost control in the ice garden, he couldn’t do that again. He wanted her, badly, but he couldn’t rush her.

“Shall I call the goddess,” a shadow guard came. He glared at it.

“Not yet,” he said, “when Lady Marina is carrying the child, we will call her.” It bowed and swept out. The guards upset Marina, they always had. He’d have to keep them away from her. But when she woke he lost his temper again.

He’d seen her brought up meek, soft, submissive, respectful. But five years had broken that. She was willful now, and angry. He shouldn’t have told her about her correspondence with Dugarry. He pulled the book he’d enchanted to track their letters and opened to one.

Dear Tristan,

Lord Brayton observed my lessons today. I had planned to weave a shroud for your mother, as it’s been three years, but instead I was taught how to blend a potion that causes sleep. If your sister is still struggling when you return to Dovetail perhaps she can use it? I gave it to Papa and it helped him.

When are you coming back? Mercy is a fine companion but I miss you. Are you moving to Dorin? Countess Olivia said you might be, that nothing was decided. I hope you don’t. He’s started looking at me a way that gives me shivers. But when you’re here it doesn’t feel so terrible. Please come back soon.

Yours,

Marina

He looked at that one often. The first time she signed Yours, the first time he’d realized her tender feelings for the boy weren’t sisterly, or friendly.

The first time he’d decided that he wouldn’t lose her to another golden, careless, boy. And now he had her. He smiled. Yes, she was his, she always had been.

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Interlude: Alex And Emily

Note: So, the main line being a little heavy these days (understatement?) I figured we could all use a little frothy romance for this month’s interlude. What better for that than the story of two spoiled rich kids who never wanted for anything except each other?

Emily

Emily DuKarras lay on her back on a stone bench in the back courtyard of her house, her dark blonde hair hanging off the side and brushing the grass, staring at the book that her sister had just finished and raved about. It was a history of Cammadan’s relations with the tribes of Westran and Emily was mostly finding it depressing.

“Oh, sorry,” she sat up at the voice, “I got turned around.” She smiled. Alex DuCray was standing in the doorway. “Hello Emily,” he said.

“Hello Alex,” she said, golden haired, tall and certainly better looking than every other man in Dorin, she shouldn’t have been surprised. “Caro is out.” He nodded. Alex had been courting her older sister for almost a month.

“I’m sorry to have missed her,” he said. “What are you reading?” She frowned and put it aside and he came to sit with her. “Cornan save us, you are allowed to tell Caro, no thank you, occasionally.” She laughed.

“You’re the one marrying her,” she stood up and looked over her shoulder. “Are you coming to my presentation?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he said. She smiled. “My father will be in Rastan, unfortunately, he sends his regrets.” He sighed dramatically.

“And you’ll dance with me?” She pouted. She had to get better at flirting and practicing on Alex was harmless. He smiled.

“If your sister will spare me,” he shrugged. She laughed.

“She will,” she said. “I’ll tell her you were by.” He bowed and left. She giggled and plucked a flower from a pot and smelled it.

Alex

“You’re late,” his Uncle Trey said from his desk, not looking up from a ledger. Alex plopped down on a couch across from it. “I don’t ask much of you Alex, gods know your mother would have my head if I pressed too hard, but I’d appreciate at least promptness.”

“I was visiting the Dukarrases,” Alex said, by way of an excuse, “I hope that’s acceptable.” Trey looked at him.

“You’re serious about that?” He said. Alex nodded. “About Carolina Dukarras?”

“I feel like I should be offended, Uncle Trey,” Alex said, “what’s wrong with Carolina?”

“Nothing, she’s a lovely girl,” Trey shrugged, “and intelligent and amusing, and she’ll make a wonderful wife I’m sure. She just seems a little,” Trey was clearly searching for the right word, “melancholy, for you.”

“Athena is melancholy sometimes,” Alex pointed out. Trey rolled his eyes.

“That was your mother’s scheme, not mine, I told her it was idiocy,” Trey said. “And now Athena’s going to be a countess, and everyone is thrilled and congratulating me.” Alex grinned at him.

“You had nothing to do with that,” Alex said. Trey laughed.

“No, I didn’t,” he sighed. “It is good for us though. What about the younger one?” Alex stared at him. “The younger DuKarras girl, Alex?”

“Emily?” He said. Trey nodded. “She’ll be out next week, why?”

“We’ve been considering options,” Trey explained. “For Tristan.” Alex frowned. The idea of his serious soldier cousin and giggling, pretty Emily DuKarras felt unbelievably wrong.

The image of Emily lying in that garden rose to his mind and he swallowed. She’d looked like some kind of nymph or fairy. It was wrong to think of her at all, she’d be his sister, he needed to sort her back there. But when she’d ask if he’d dance with her, the look of hope on her face. He knew Caro was fond of him, but she’d never looked at him like that.

“I don’t think it would be a good match,” Alex said. “I’ll think on it. I’m sure we can come up with someone.”

Emily

Emily stood in The Guild Hall, her hair pinned up, and beating her fan against her hand. Caro was smiling as Alex chatted with her, and she didn’t know why but she felt her heart catch.

“It ought to have been at our house,” her mother grumbled.

“But then we couldn’t have danced,” Emily frowned. “There’s nowhere for a ball at our house.”

“If Carolina had moved more quickly,” her father sighed. “Could have done it at the manor.” Emily sighed.

“Caro’s being cautious,” she defended her sister. “I don’t blame her, Alex isn’t always,” she exhaled. “He could always change his mind.” Her mother eyed her.

“Emily,” Alex walked smoothly over to them, “I believe I promised you a dance.” She took his hand and he walked her onto the floor and took her in his arms. She felt something shoot through her. The rest of the room was gone and when the song ended he stepped away and cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” she said. She felt the same as she had last midwinter when she and Caro had stolen a bottle of sparkling wine from their father’s cellar.

“My pleasure,” he said and walked away. Emily swallowed and quickly moved to a different partner, but it didn’t matter, all she could think about was Alex.

Alex

He was standing in the garden of the guild hall, lit with torches looking at the ships.

“Alex?” Carolina stepped next to him. He looked at her. Why didn’t he feel more for her? Caro was beautiful and interesting and they’d always been good friends. “This isn’t working, is it?” He exhaled.

“No,” he said, “I’m sorry.” She nodded and then smiled. “What?”

“Emily will be pleased,” she shrugged. “And that will appease my father.” He blinked at her. “Alex,” she said indulgently.

“You wouldn’t mind?” He said. She shrugged.

“You’d owe me,” she said. He laughed and she turned and walked back into the hall. He thought for a moment and his conversation with Trey from earlier. They’d be leaving for Dovetail soon. He’d speak to Emily before, of course. And he realized that while the idea of Emily and Tristan Dugarry was absurd, shy and thoughtful Carolina might suit his cousin perfectly.

Emily

“He’s going to what?” Emily said, dropping her tea cup.

“Emily,” her mother said annoyed. Caro was smirking.

“Alex is Caro’s suitor,” Emily said. “Why is he coming to see me?”

“He’s not my suitor anymore,” Caro said cheerfully. “He likes you.” Emily blushed.

“Carolina this is not amusing,” Angelo Dukarras glared at his older daughter.

“What difference does it make to you if Alex marries Emily or me?” Caro said sharply. Emily sighed. This devolving into a fight between her father and sister. Although most things did.

“Emily,” her mother said gently and touched her hand. “Is this what you want?” She looked at Caro who really did seem disinterested. But she must feel a little hurt. And she thought about what it would mean. Becoming Madame Ducray would be a huge responsibility to the guild and mean a great deal to her family. And it would mean she could have Alex, and his soft hands and easy smiles and that jolt of whatever it was when they danced.

“Yes,” she said softly, “yes, I think it is.”

Alex

“Alex,” Emily giggled as they tumbled through a set of doors into a small isolated parlor at Dumanis Manor, escaping his terribly dull welcome back party after his time in Dovetail. Entangled and kissing wildly they fell back against a couch.

Emily had snuck him into her bedroom before he left and while he’d worried her innocence would have made her shy, she was instead curious, eager and playful. Now he was excited to see what other surprises his little bride to be had.

“I missed you so,” he kissed her neck, “so much, my darling.” he slid her gown up around her waist. She’d skipped wearing underthings. “Oh, you little minx.”

“I didn’t want us to fuss much,” she teased. “I didn’t know how long we’d be able to slip away. Since Andrei left Mama’s become a jailer.” He laughed and unlaced himself and she stoked him before he sunk into her and she cooed happily.

“Emily,” he murmured. “Oh sweetheart.” She groaned happily arching up into him. It would be at least another year of this sort of thing, stolen moments, before they could marry. His mother and Angelo had opened negotiations, but Emily was young for a debutante, let alone a bride. But gods, he was in love with her.

“Alex,” she said softly as they finished and her kissed her again. “When is he coming?” He looked at her.

“Any day now,” he said. “You’ve been a little too excited about this.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Yes, what I’m actually interested in isn’t you, just steeling my sister’s beaux,” she deadpanned. “I drove Andrei away with my obsessive promises about our future.” Alex grinned and laughed. “I’m worried about Caro, that’s all.” He kissed her. “Also, I want to see him. I’m curious.” He kissed her shoulder.

“I’m sick of Tristan,” he muttered, “I’m sick of thinking about him, talking about him, cajoling him to come here.” He pulled her close again. “You’re the only person I want to expend that much energy on.” She giggled.

Emily

“He’s taller than you,” she teased Alex, peaking through the window watching Sir Tristan talk with Carolina.

“Stop that,” Alex said. She looked at him and giggled. “This is good for us.”

“Good for you,” she said. “My father doesn’t approve,” Alex kissed her.

“Please,” Alex rolled his eyes, “marrying Tristan to a merchant girl is going to make my grandfather so happy, your father won’t ever have to fight for a deal again.” Emily laughed. “Plus your mama will be distracted.” She smiled and they kissed again and he slid his hand up her thigh. Then they heard a throat clear behind them.

“Emily,” her mother said and she blushed. “Master DuCray.”

“Madame DuKarras,” he said, “you’ll all join us for dinner tonight won’t you? It’s been so long since my cousin has been with us, my mother and aunt are overdoing it.”

“Of course,” her mother said, “Emily, inside.” Emily nodded and rushed in and waited in the small sitting room, the parlor still being occupied. “You’re being reckless.”

“Mama, it’s Alex,” she rolled her eyes. “We’re getting married.”

“He was marrying your sister this time last year,” she said. Emily swallowed. “And I would have thought our experience with Andrei would have taught you some caution.”

“Alex isn’t a coward,” Emily narrowed her eyes. “And he loves me.” Her mother sighed. “Shouldn’t you be making sure Caro isn’t insulting Sir Tristan?”

“Caro knows what she’s supposed to do,” her mother said, “she wasn’t the one who brought up Queen Annalise five minutes after meeting the man.” Emily looked down. “Darling, this is just a delicate moment, be more discreet.” Emily sighed and stood up and walked back to the parlor and noticed Carolina sitting blushing. She smiled and went to sit with her.

Alex

“What do you think of her?” Alex asked Tristan as they arrived back at the manor. His cousin glanced at him.

“She’s what you said,” Tristan shrugged. “She’s very beautiful, she’s clearly intelligent.” A servant walked over and handed Tristan a note. “Thank you,” he muttered and the girl left. “Damn,” he mumbled. “Varys wants to give me a tour. How did she know I was here already?”

“Gossip spreads quickly in Dorin,” Alex laughed. “You’ll get used to it. You can’t go today we have dinner.” Tristan looked at him.

“I’d rather get it over with,” he muttered. “Apologize when I’m late?” Tristan rushed out. Alex collapsed against the couch.

“How did it go?” His mother walked in after a while. Alex frowned.

“I’ve never been able to read the twins,” he shrugged. “Certainly not Tristan. Caro is equally opaque.” Brie DuCray nodded. “I’d like to move my own case along.”

“Angelo is being difficult,” Brie frowned. “You can’t really blame him. The idea that the girls are interchangeable isn’t particularly generous, especially because Emily is by most metrics the better bride.” Alex nodded. Brie wasn’t wrong.

He adored both DuKarras girls, Carolina as his friend and Emily as his lover, but Caro was taciturn, shy and thoughtful. She didn’t particularly care for the social whirl of their world. Emily was bubbly, friendly and quietly shrewd, an ideal merchant wife.

“I want it done, Mother,” he said simply, “yield wherever he pushes.” She looked at him.

“Alexander,” she said, “that isn’t,” he stood up.

“You ran away to marry Father,” he said, “Drea and Alexia did as they were told, that’s what you always told me?” Brianna Dumanis-Ducray nodded at her son. “So get this done too, I want to to be a good son, but I want Emily.”

Emily

She giggled as she twirled into her bedroom and flopped on the bed. She’d been drinking wine and dancing all night.

“You drank too much,” Carolina laughed and shook her head from the doorway.

“Tomorrow I’m marrying Alex,” Emily said dreamily. “It’s going to be so beautiful.”

“Not if you’re vomiting all day,” Carolina said an sat down with her to start undressing her.

“The queen is going to be there,” Emily sighed, “which was really quite nice of her.”

“I agree,” Caro said, “you should sleep, and I should go, Tristan is waiting.”

“Tristan can keep waiting,” Emily snuggled close, “you were my sister before you were his wife.” Caro laughed. “Do you like being married?”

“I don’t think your marriage will look much like mine,” Caro said. Emily noticed it wasn’t really an answer. “But yes, most of the time.”

“Good,” Emily said and snuggled close to Caro. “I miss you, but if you’re happy then it’s alright.”

“Thank you,” Caro said. “I miss you too.” She exhaled. “Athena’s going to have a baby.”

“That’s good,” Emily yawned. She gasped. “You should have a baby, and I’ll have one too, and then my baby can marry Athena’s baby.”

“That’s an extremely cogent plan,” Caro said and stood up. “Go to sleep, Emily.”

Alex

He stood in front of the guild hall, and he was reasonably sure that half of Cammadan was there and none of it mattered because Emily was walking towards him, beaming.

They exchanged vows and he refused to not be holding her for the rest of the day. She leaned back into him or sat on his lap or they danced. It was perfect. She was perfect. And she was his.

Forever.

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Interlude: The Desert Rose

Note: We need to talk about Brea. I love writing “mean girls,” I love digging into their hearts and hurts and insecurities. And Brea, well, like with everyone, it’s complicated. Also, this is a long one.

She sat at their table, which was a place of honor, she reminded herself, and tried not to pout. This feast was supposed to be celebrating that Chieftan Marcus’s oldest son, Harran was home from a long trip to Cammadan.

“You’d been looking forward to this” Brea’s sister Nika said, pinching her gently. “Why are you in such a bad mood?” Brea frowned.

“He won’t even look at me,” she said. Nika plucked one of the flowers out of a vase on the table and stuck it behind her sister’s ear. She picked up a cup and sipped on the beer that had been poured. The feasts at the border keep were always loud and a bit wild. She and Nika were allowed to come only under their mother’s watchful eyes. She sighed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not,” Nika said and rubbed her arm, but Brea shook her head. She was prettier than ever, she’d thought, after the summer, and she’d turned sixteen and started wearing her long black hair down her back rather than covering it in a veil like her mother and sister. But Harran had granted her a kiss on the hand and a pleasant but indifferent greeting. Not the reaction she was hoping for.

“I need some air,” she stood up and walked out to the courtyard and tried not to cry.

“Lady Brea?” Prince Rian walked out. She swallowed and looked at him and squared her shoulders and smiled sweetly. “Are you feeling well?” Rian resembled his older brother, but he was slighter, and a bit darker, he simply took up less room.

“It was hot,” she lied, “I needed to get air.” He smiled.

“My brother takes up a great deal of it,” he said. She looked at him. “Air, I mean.” She nodded. She didn’t want to lead Rian on, he was nice enough, and she knew their parents supported the match between them, but she wanted Harran, she loved Harran.

“I suppose so,” she said. “You must be happy he’s home.” Rian shrugged.

“My father is,” he said, “and it means I get to go to Rastan for the winter.” She nodded. “Brea,” he said, “you should know,” before he could finish, thank the gods, Harran walked out.

“Rian, there you are,” he said. “Lady Brea,” he bowed lightly.

“Your Highness,” she said, and dipped a curtsey, her eyes not leaving his. Look at me, she begged inwardly, wondering if her power could maybe pull him to her. “We’re glad to have you home.” He smiled gently at her.

“Thank you,” he said, “your family honors me with you presence.” She smiled.

“Did you enjoy your time in Cammadan?” She asked. He smiled.

“I did,” he said. “I was sorry to leave,” she nodded. “The Count of Pantona and his family were very good to me.”

“His family?” She asked. “I thought he only had a son.”

“There’s a girl too,” Harran said cheerfully, “his natural daughter some people think, or just a war orphan, they didn’t say. Lisette.”

“Harran,” Rian said, trying to stop him, but it was too late, Brea had already seen the look on his face.

“Oh,” she whispered. That was what Rian was going to tell her. Harran was in love. With some Cammadie farm girl. “Leaving her must have been difficult.” He smiled. He didn’t see, he didn’t see at all, her heart had just cracked in two.

“It was, yes,” he said.

“Harran,” Rian said, breaking whatever revelry his brother had entered. Harran looked at him. “You were looking for me.”

“Right,” Harran said, “Father wanted to speak to you.” Rian nodded and they walked back inside. Brea sat down and looked up at the moon.

Nearly a year went by, their usual rhythm of coming and going from the keep, stayed. In the spring, Rian returned from Rastan and gave her a pearl bracelet which she accepted with a smile.

“It’s beautiful,” she said as he slid it on her wrist.

“Princess Rila suggested it, when I asked a what gift to bring you,” he said, shyly. She smiled. “Brea, I think we should talk.” She pressed her lips into her mouth.

“If you like,” she said. She looked inside the hall and saw Harran sitting with a few other people. “Rian, this was very thoughtful,” he smiled sadly.

“But no thank you?” He said. She nodded. “You can’t say I didn’t try.” She laughed. “My brother is a fool,” she sighed.

“I wish it was you,” she said, “it would make everything easier.” He smiled. But she’d made her decision. She’d made it months ago.

That night before dinner was over she slipped out and into Harran’s chamber. She undressed and lay in the bed, and waited. The door opened and then she sat up.

“Brea?” He asked, clearly confused. “What are you doing here?” She smiled and let the blankets drop off of her. “Brea,” his voice was soft, but a little frustrated. “You should go.”

“I don’t want to,” she said softly. He picked up her robe with a sigh and sat down to cover her. Instead she leaned close and kissed him.

“Don’t do that,” he said and guided her away. “Rian,” he started.

“I don’t want Rian,” she whispered, “I want you, I’ve only ever wanted you.” He looked at her. “You must at least think about me,” she slid his hands to her waist. “Enjoy seeing me?”

“You’re very beautiful,” he was still talking so carefully, so gently. “You know that. But this isn’t,” she kissed him again. This time he bent to her more. “Brea,” he whispered.

“I’m yours, Harran,” she said softly. “You can have me however you want.” Did your little farm girl ever offer you that? she thought. He kissed her back hungrily. She let her magic graze his skin to show him what she meant.

Lust makes beasts of us all, her mother had told her once, when after performing a wedding, they’d watched a shy young man, a shepherd known for his gentleness, drag his pretty little bride to his tent, and the girl’s cries had startled and even frightened her. At least now he’s bound to protect her.

“I won’t hurt you,” Harran murmured, as if he’d seen the same memory. It had worked. she looked at him. “Not on purpose at least, I know for girls, the first time,” she groaned as he slid his hands between her thighs and parted them. “I’ll be gentle.”

“How do you know it’s my first time,” she whispered as his fingers parted her lips and he began suckling at her breasts. Her body shuddered.

“Brea,” he laughed, “if any man or boy had had you they’d have bragged endlessly,” she whimpered as he found the secret place in her that she’d touched thinking of him so many nights. “Except perhaps my brother and you’ve just said that you two hadn’t.”

“Oh,” she whispered. Of course, Brea Averran, the desert rose, one chief has called her. Such a beauty, and the other such a talent, the gods blessed your parents. “Ohh,” her next exhale was one of shock as Harran’s hardness invaded her. He was so large, and it did hurt, a little, but he was stroking in and out of her so gently, his hands on her back, gently moving in circles, she mostly felt dizzy with pleasure.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Yes, if it was her beauty that he wanted, rather than herself, she would live with it. “So soft, and tight, Brea.” He grunted her name and withdrew spending in the sheets. The sudden absence of him made her mewl with need.

Lusts makes beasts of all of us.

“I need more,” she said, clinging to him, he chuckled gently and began moving his kisses down her body, “Harran,” she moaned his mouth landed between her thighs, and he licked and kissed her.

Nika had whispered to her once that a girl had done this for her, but she’d never expected it from a man. She moaned and writhed as her pleasure gripped her and then collapsed.

He wrapped around her from behind, burying his face in her hair. Any man who had you would brag endlessly. Yes, most of the keep would know about this tomorrow, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

The chieftain’s health and mind were failing. He had three sons, Harran the presumptive heir. Brea and Nika had been volunteered by their father to help care for him. So her days were taken up with the father and her nights with the son.

Every night she wondered if she and Harran had reached the limits of pleasure only to find there was more, always more. And it wasn’t only sex, when they lay in bed together, they talked.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” he whispered. She looked at him. “What if the tribes want someone else?”

“Why would they?” She asked. He laughed lightly.

“Not everyone sees me how you do, Brea,” he mumbled, and kissed her forehead. She smiled.

“It isn’t as though I think you’re perfect,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re terrifically arrogant, and you have awful table manners, and you laugh too much even when whatever was said wasn’t that funny.”

“Well that is a through accounting of my flaws,” he smiled and kissed her.

“Oh I’m not through yet,” she giggled and rolled onto her back, “when we were children you used to tease Nika so much she cried every time we came here, and you’re too competitive, and,” he kissed her.

“Enough of that,” he said. She smiled. “But you think I’m ready, despite all that?”

“I don’t know what ready means,” she admitted. “But I know your father isn’t going to die tomorrow. Probably not for a long time, he’ll be weak, and confused sometimes, but he’ll live.”

“You know this?” He said. She nodded. “How?”

“Because Nika and I are really very good at this,” she said. He smiled.

“Of course you are, Love,” he said. It was just an endearment, he didn’t really love her, he never said so. But still her heart raced when he said it.

“You’re going?” Brea asked, her face fully fallen. Harran looked at her kindly, and cupped her face.

“It’s a great honor, for me,” he said, “for us.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to sit on The Queen’s Council.” That wasn’t why hew as excited to go. He was excited because his Lisette, his little farm girl turned out to actually be the Queen of Cammadan. She crossed her arms and frowned. “Don’t pout, Brea.”

“You don’t think she’ll actually want you?” She said sharply, her frown turning to a glare. “What have the Cammadie ever wanted from us but our land and bodies for their army?”

“You don’t know her,” he snapped back.

“Neither do you,” she argued, “you spent a few months with a little girl three years ago! I’m here, I’ve been here for years, in front of you, in your bed, at your side and it’s like you feel nothing!” He stared at her.

“Brea, I’m not leaving you,” he said. She swallowed. “But what am I supposed to do, ignore her?” Marry me, part of her thought, or at least take me with you. Promise me anything. “I’ll come back, and we’ll,” he exhaled. “We’ll make decisions then.”

“It’s up to you to decide it all then?” She said, she was seeing red, she was so furious.

“I think you’ve made your decisions,” he said. “You knew my feelings.” She raised her chin.

“I don’t seem to recall any complaints,” she said. His face flattened. “I’m sorry that I didn’t slink off into a corner and marry Rian because it would simplify your situation, Harran. Have a safe journey.” She turned on her heel and left.

Brea sat in silence looking over at Brightcoast palace from her horse. Nika was besides her.

“He probably wants to see you,” her sister said cheerfully. Brea looked at her.

“He probably needed a seer, and knew you’re too loyal to come without me,” she snorted and tossed her hair.

“Cynicism doesn’t suit you,” Nika sighed, “and if you’re the sarcastic one and the beautiful one, what does that leave me, hm?” Brea laughed. “Harran loves you, he’s just stubborn, I’m sure the minute he sees you again, he’ll drop to his knees begging you to take him back.” Brea smiled.

He hadn’t. And she couldn’t peg quite what was happening, between him and his farmgirl (Queen or not, Brea wouldn’t think of her as anything else.) but it was clearly enough that the Prince of Phania was nowhere to be found and Harran could barely make eye contact with her. They were settled in an elaborate and comfortable apartment after a meeting where she should have behaved better at, when Nika walked in and plopped down on the bed.

“What are you thinking about?” Brea asked, brushing out her hair. Nika bit her bottom lip and unwound her veil.

“She said she had Dream about me,” Nika mumbled. Brea laughed softly. This happened, from time to time, they’d walk in some place and Nika would notice some pretty girl and be distracted for a few days, but Duchess Marina was exceptionally pretty, and apparently had magic so, Nika might be a goner for weeks. She’d heard people say that the Duchess and the queen resembled each other, but she refused to think about that. “Did you talk to Harran?”

“I did not,” Brea shook her head, “and I don’t plan to.” She mustered her dignity into her spine. Nika shook her head. “He’s sleeping with her.”

“Yes, that was patently obviously,” Nika sighed. “I’m sorry.” Brea closed her eyes. “You should still talk to him.”

“He’s just going to tell me to go home and marry Rian,” she muttered. Nika laughed. “That’s his answer to everything. ‘Rian is a good man, he cares for you, it will please the elders!’ As if we haven’t shared a bed for two years.” She plopped next to her sister.

“Seems rather unfair to Rian, too,” Nika said. “To have his brother assume he’d be content as a consolation prize.” Brea smiled. Nika was of course right, and it wasn’t as though Rian and she hadn’t discussed the matter. She did like him, and never wanted to see him hurt in this crossfire.

That evening they sat through a rather painfully awkward dinner, though Nika seemed to be befriending the Cammadie. It was after dinner that it got really bad though. Harran walked out onto the terrace where Brea was watching the waves.

“I suppose we should talk,” he said. She turned and looked at him and smiled wickedly.

“What about?” She said. He sighed. “I’m not leaving you, Brea,” she repeated to him, “we’ll talk it about when I come home.”

“I had every intention,” he started.

“What did you say to her?” She asked and crossed her arms. “Did you talk about how you pined for her? How you would mumble her name in your sleep after you’d spent the night satisfying yourself with me?”

“There’s no reason to be cruel,” he said. She laughed then.

“I am not the cruel one in this scenario,” she said. “She doesn’t know who I am does she? You sent for me and didn’t even tell her!” He swallowed. “I can’t believe you,” she marched out onto the beach. “I don’t understand why you did send for me.”

“Because I needed to trust whoever it was, and I trust you.” She frowned.

“You needed someone with the sight and knew Nika wouldn’t come without me,” she said, her hurt rising. She would not cry in front of him. “I suppose I was fooling myself, because I thought maybe you actually wanted to see me.”

“Brea,” his voice went soft, pitying. “What am I supposed to do?” She frowned again.

“I don’t care what the elders say or even you,” she said, before he could even start. “I won’t marry Rian just because you changed your mind.”

I never made up my mind,” he said, “You made it up for me.” She swallowed another lump. “But things changed.”

“Yes, obviously,” she said, letting outa huff, “and now I’m supposed to just bow and smile to the woman who ruined my life. Wonderful.” She marched back into the palace and only when she knew Harran hadn’t followed did she let out a sob.

Two years of fruitless searches and long magic lessons had lead to and exhausted Brea asking if she could stay at the keep for longer than a few days. She was exhausted. Nika was pouting because Duchess Marina was in Dovetail. But they were needed anyway, as Chieftain Marcus was dying.

“I had wanted you as a daughter,” he said one day, as Brea ground some flowers to dry for his tea in the morning. She smiled gently at him.

“I wanted to be your daughter,” she said, gently. “It’s been my honor to care for you.” She brushed his hair off his forehead and applied a salve to his brow. He slept and she passed the time drying more leaves and flowers.

“How is he?” She turned and saw Harran in the doorway.

“Weak,” she said softly. “It won’t be long now.” He nodded. “We didn’t expect you yet.” He exhaled.

“Lisette and I,” he said, “I think we’ve reached an impasse.” She looked at him with half a smirk.

“She said no?” She asked. He nodded. “Well, she’s always been foolish.” He laughed.

“Not everyone sees me with your eyes, Brea,” he teased. She smiled. “I’m glad I didn’t miss him.”

“He’d have waited for you,” she said, “I think he has been.” He nodded. “Anders and Rian arrived a few days ago.” He nodded.

“Thank you for,” he swallowed. “Thank you, Brea.” She looked at him, she hadn’t looked at him in so long, she’d been afraid to, afraid to let her heart stop hating him.

“What else can I do?” She whispered.

Another six months went by, Harran was selected by the tribes, and Brea resumed her more nomadic life. She’d stopped in a tribal camp to name a few children, and she’d settled into a light sleep when the yells came.

“Is there a witch?” Came from one voice, male and she knew it. She shot off of her cot and out to the center, Prior Chastain and Tristan Dugarry were holding Harran up. “Brea, Thank Cornan,” Tristan said. She felt frozen.

“What happened?” She asked as they moved him into her tent. But she feltit instantly. Shadows. “How many were there?”

“Ten, maybe,” Prior said softly. I nodded. “Should we go?”

“No,” she said and knelt down. She brushed his hair off his face. He smiled at her. “What are you smiling about, Chieftan?”

“The gods are good,” he said, “I’m attacked by a shadow and in the nearest camp is Brea Averran.”

“Fool,” she shook her head, and looked at the two Cammadie Rangers. How in the Dark Lady’s web had it been woven that she was currently in a tent with all of Annalise Dovetail’s lovers. Was Eric of Phania going to stride in next? “Harran,” she whispered. “Do you remember our first night?”

“Vividly,” he tried to tease but his face was going pale. She nodded. “Is the cure for you to be naked and bossy?” She rolled her eyes and she noticed Prior grin.

“Hush,” she said, “when you touched me, you saw what I was thinking about, now I”m going to see your thoughts,” she slid her hand against his chest, “think of warmth, and joy.” She closed her eyes and her body filled with light from Harran to reflect back to him. Some things she recognized. Rian and Anders and him with their father as boys, learning their swords. The first time he’d made Nika laugh, a shared memory that she added hers to. And then an unexpected one, an unremarkable morning they’d spent together. Then the shadow rose out of him and hissed.

“Do you claim him?” It hissed. “Brea Averran, Desert Rose, lesser of two sisters?”

“Yes,” she said. “I claim this man, he is mine, you cannot have him.” She shot a beam of light at the shadow and it dispersed. She nearly fainted.

“Brea,” Prior caught her. She looked up at him. “It’s alright.” She swallowed and looked over. Harran’s color had returned. He was asleep but she could handle that. “What do you need?” She stared at him.

“Water,” she said. He nodded and left. I sat down and looked at Tristan.

“You claimed him,” he said. She swallowed. “That’s powerful magic, Brea.”

“What would you know about it?” She asked. He shrugged.

“You’re right,” he said, his voice deadpan, “I’ve spent the past two years hunting and fighting shadows and doing nearly nothing else, but what would I know about a claiming?” She glared at him. “You’re bound now, forever.”

“I was anyway,” she said. “I would think you of all people would understand that.” He smiled sadly.

“Yes,” he smiled, “I do understand.”

“How are you friends with them?” She asked. Tristan laughed.

“Prior and I were friends before he and Annalise began,” he exhaled “whatever they’re doing, and he,” he nodded to Harrani, “is a very difficult man to dislike.” She smiled. “I hate Eric and despise Damian Lestoff and your sister is a deeply suspicious person, if that comforts you at all. There’s also a Rastani merchant captain who if I ever see again I will probably murder.” She laughed. “I’ll leave you,” he kissed her on the cheek. She sat on the end of the cot and looked at Harran.

“You’re mine,” she whispered.

It had been weeks of misery. Harran was healing, but he was a terrible patient. She’d wanted to move on leaving his care to the apprentice in the camp but everyone had insisted that she continue to care for the Chieftain.

“Brea,” he said one evening from the much more comfortable bed, that had been set for him than the cot where she frist healed him. “Lay down with me.” She glared at him. “Not for that, I know I’m too weak.”

“What for then?” She asked.

“Because I’ve missed lying in bed with you for years.” He said. She looked at him. “Please? I’ll order them to give you room to leave if you do.”

“Oh honestly,” she said and lay down beside him, “it is my honor to care for the chieftains.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, their heartbeats began to sync. “Harran,” she mumbled. “What do you mean you missed lying with me?” He smiled. “Didn’t Annalise,” he sighed.

“I loved her,” he said, “but she carries heavy burdens, it makes her hard to talk to.” Brea smiled. “I could always talk to you.”

“What’s it been like?” She asked. He frowned.

“Strange,” he managed. “When people call me Chieftain, I still look for my father,” she smiled, “and I’m not used to Anders and Rian deferring to me. That’s very strange.” She laughed. “And this, for instance, you being compelled to stay with me, that wouldn’t have happened before.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t send for Nika,” she whispered. He smiled and kissed her softly.

“When will you stop that?” He asked.

“What?” She asked.

“Acting like people only value you in relation to Nika,” he said. “Your sister has a great many gifts, but she wasn’t the one who soothed my father’s fever enough that we could say goodbye,” he traced a finger to her hairline, “she didn’t convince Annalise that annexing the tribes wasn’t as productive as partnering with us. And she didn’t stand toe to toe with a shadow to save my life.” She lookedat him.

“I won’t let you do this to me again,” she whispered.

“Do what?” He asked.

“Make me love you and then pretend there’s nothing between us,” she whispered. He slipped her hair between his hands.

“When did I ever say there wasn’t anything between us?” He whispered. She rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine, but perhaps you were too pushy.”

“If you once said ‘no,'” she shrugged, “I would agree.” He laughed. “It was always ‘wait,’ so I did.” He kissed her again.

“Rian has never missed the chance to tell me what a I fool I was to turn you away,” he murmured. She laughed and they kissed again. He slid a hand to the fold in her robe.

“Harran,” she mumbled.

“You’re the healer,” he mumbled, “am I well enough?” She giggled. They kissed heavily.

“If you leave me again, I wil curse you,” she mumbled.

“I’m not leaving you ever again,” he whispered. “You’re mine.”

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Interlude: Leave It Settled

Note: OK, so, if two weeks ago we were talking about how Annalise is like Anton, here we get into how she’s like Marie. Also Olivia is still the best…and a Brayton insight that kind of…changes things, at least in my opinion. (And is also this sort of key detail about him that I realized I’ve never revealed. Mostly because, in what context would anyone talk about these events?)

Marie

She stood on the beach looking across the water and inhaled. She felt Anton step behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. It had been a year since she’d come to Cammadan and falling in love with Anton had brought her more peace than she thought possible.

“Do you still fear it?” He asked, kissing her neck gently. She cooed leaning back against him.

“No,” she sighed, “you’ll keep me safe.”

“I love you,” he said. “I think getting married here will be good.” She laughed.

“I haven’t said yes yet,” she turned around. He nodded.

“Hmm,” he said. “What could possibly be left to convince you?” She kissed him softly.

“Anton,” she said gently. “Loving each other is one thing, but marriage,” she swallowed. “My mandate,” he slid his hand to her stomach.

“Prophecies are misinterpreted all the time,” he said, “and I can think of worse things than a chosen king or queen for Cammadan.” She swallowed.

“It isn’t that simple,” she said, “didn’t Brayton tell you,” he laughed.

“I’m telling you I love you and want to marry you and you’re talking about Brayton’s jealous ramblings,” he said. She looked up at him. “He wants you, Marie, and he knows you don’t want him, it isn’t complicated.” She shook her head and pulled away. “Unless you do.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, “you know I only want you.” He pulled her close again.

“And so you have me,” he whispered. “Marry me, love.”

“They’ll hate it,” she whispered sitting down in the sand.

“Who?” He frowned sitting with her.

“People,” she said. “Your people, the old lords. I’m foreign and insignificant! They want you to marry someone very grand and Cammadie!”

“And who is this grand Cammadie girl I’m meant for?” He was laughing.

“Please don’t laugh at me,” she said softly. “I don’t know, Olivia, I suppose.”

“If I asked Olivia to marry me now, she’d never speak to me again,” he said, “and my people will love you because I love you. And the old lords will eventually,” he fluttered his hand, “die I guess.” She looked at him and shook her head.

“I left Phania because I didn’t want to be a queen,” she said seriously.

“You didn’t want to be Daniel’s queen,” he countered. She scowled at him and stood up.

“Oh you have an answer for everything don’t you?” She fumed. “I know you aren’t used to being denied, Your Highness, but my answer is no!” She marched away. He stared at her retreating dumbfounded.

Anton

Anton walked into the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The door opened behind him and Olivia Bano entered.

“Why are you in my bed, Anton?” She asked, sounding almost as annoyed as Marie had on the beach.

“The answer to that did used to be self evident, Livvie,” he rolled over and grinned at her. She frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“Are you drunk?” She scowled and placed a letter on her desk.

“Is that from Tom?” He asked. She frowned. “Marie turned me down.”

“What could she have been thinking?” Olivia deadpanned and sat down. “You’re just so charming!”

“Come comfort me,” he pouted.

“No,” she said.

“No?” He said. “I am clearly losing my irresistibility!” She huffed at him. “Why would she say no? I’m sensitive, clever, considerate, passionate, charming, handsome and heir to a throne.”

“And modest to boot!” Olivia gasped. He glared at her. “Marie loves you. Let that be enough.”

“It isn’t,” he said. “She said I should marry you.” She smiled.

“I hate to kick you when you’re down but, no thank you,” she said. He frowned at her.

“Is that a letter from Tom?” He asked. “I haven’t heard from him or John in weeks.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“It’s really none of your business,” she said. He sat up and looked at her. “It’s from Caleb.”

“Why?” He gaped. Caleb Pantona was an excellent courtier. He was also one of the dullest men in Anton’s acquaintance.

“We write sometimes,” she muttered, “while he’s in Pantona. We’re friends, like you and me.” He raised his eyebrows.

“So then he’s seen you naked,” Anton nodded. She glared at him. “You said like you and me.”

“I am once again, baffled as to why Marie wouldn’t want to marry you,” she said. He glared at her. “What do you actually want, my Prince?” She said gently. He looked up at her. “Don’t make a joke.”

“I want her,” he said, “forever.” She nodded.

“She’s offered you that,” she said. “But then you can’t marry.” He frowned. “That’s your choice.”

“When did you get so wise?” He said, taking her waist and pulling her down.

“When I grew up,” she shrugged.

“I don’t like it,” he frowned. “It’s quite annoying.” She giggled.

Marie

Marie sat in a courtyard at the University Outpost. She was still furious. How dare Anton treat her concerns like they were trivial, as if he could wave them away? And feel his desire overrode hers? She didn’t want to marry anyone! She’d offered him her love and her body and her companionship, and it wasn’t enough. He wanted vows that bound her to him and a destiny she wanted no part of.

“Marie?” Brayton walked out. He’d grown again. Two years younger than Anton, a year younger than her, he was still moving awkwardly between boyhood and manhood. “They said you were here to see me. Is everything alright?” His dark hair was just brushing his brow and his stormy grey eyes were concerned.

Those eyes. The same as Anton’s but somehow sadder and harder. She and Brayton had become friends when she first arrived. He had claimed to want to help her and Les sever her mandate. But lately being around him was difficult. She could sense the shift in his feelings for her and there was something else there, something darker.

“I,” she swallowed, “I told Anton no.” He blinked at her.

“Oh,” he sat down with her. “Why?” She looked at him.

“He doesn’t see me,” she sighed. “He doesn’t understand and he doesn’t seem to even want to try.” He cupped her face.

“I see you,” he whispered. She swallowed as he leaned closer and kissed her gently. She pulled away and stood up. “Marie, you have to know how I feel, I know you,” he followed her. “I know you don’t feel the same way. I didn’t even hope, because Anton is, well Anton,” she swallowed and looked at him, “but I do love you, and I’d take such good care of you, Marie, I would.”

“Kiss me again,” she said. He smiled and pulled her close and kissed her, more passionately this time. It was clumsy, but terribly sweet. Maybe this was why something in her was fighting against Anton. Maybe she belonged with Brayton. “Tell me what you want from me.” She said softly.

“From you?” Brayton lifted her chin. “I’ll take whatever you wish to give me.” She let him kiss her again. But her heart stayed steady, didn’t speed up, no heat spread over her blood. She didn’t love Brayton, but maybe she could bask in his love for her, and her own would grow.

Anton

This trip to Brightcoast had been hastily put together. He’d done it in hopes of pleasing Marie and now he hadn’t even seen her in days. He wanted to apologize or something, anything, he just wanted to see her.

Instead she walked into the dining room for the only official supper they were having before returning to Dovetail in a week, and he jumped out of his seat to run to her, and he froze seeing she was on his cousin’s arm. He felt like an invisible hand had taken hold of her throat. Marie, in her simple white gown, and her dark curls piled on her head, decorated with borrowed pearls from Anne, with Brayton, who looked entirely too pleased with himself for Anton’s mind. He strode over to them.

“Lady Marie, you look lovely,” he took her hand and kissed it.

“Your Highness,” she said. Her eyes met his. What was she thinking?

“Cousin,” Anton said, his jaw clenched and Brayton smirked. “I didn’t know you were joining us.”

“Had I known you were coming I would have been to see you sooner, of course,” Brayton said. “But until Marie came to see me I hadn’t the slightest idea court was in Brightcoast.” Came to see him? Why had she gone to see him?

“It isn’t full court, as you can see,” Anton said. “I know you came here to study, I didn’t wish to distract you.” Brayton smirked again.

“Brayton has agreed to come back Dovetail,” Marie said softly. Anton clenched his jaw.

“Has he?” He said. “How fortunate.””

“Of course,” Brayton looked at Marie, “after all, nothing is more distracting than being apart.” Anton frowned. He didn’t understand what was happening, but he needed to speak to Marie.

Marie

She stood out on the terrace and took a deep breath. A year ago she’d met Anton out here, now she didn’t know what was happening, how her life had become such a mess.

“You only needed to tell me,” Anton’s voice drifted behind her. “If it was that you wanted to be with Brayton, I wouldn’t have,” he exhaled. She looked at him. “How tedious these last few months must have been for you.” He was so hurt. He could never mask his heart, she loved him so much for it.

“It isn’t what you think,” she swallowed, there were tears in her eyes, “I went to see him after I left you.” Anton was standing so straight and tall. “I just needed someone to talk to. And he,” she exhaled. “He isn’t you,” she whispered. “I love you. But I can’t give you what you need and he just wants me. I can give that.” Anton pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her heart fluttered, her body flushed she clung to him like it might save her life.

She’d never be kissed by Anton Dovetail again. What a horrible thought. He’d never touch her, or make love to her again, or laugh when she got frustrated, or a million small things that made him perfect.

“I’ll never love anyone else,” Anton whispered. “I think the gods put me in this world for you.” She swallowed. “Be happy with him, Marie, you deserve so much joy.” She looked up at him and swallowed and he squeezed her hand and stepped away.

That night rather than return to the university, Brayton came to her bed. Like his kisses, his lovemaking was eager, sweet, and a bit clumsy.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured as he moved in her.

“Brayton,” she whispered, doing her best to draw pleasure from him. He groaned as she said his name and finished. He held her and she slept. She Dreamed that night of a girl with soft caramel skin and grey Dovetail eyes, and she was carrying Anton’s sword.

Anton

Olivia found him on the beach, a bottle of her beloved Caleb’s Pantona whiskey half drunk beside him.

“Oh Anton,” she said. He smiled up at her.

“Spose the next girl will go to, I dunno,” he muttered, “my father? John? You’re with my best frien,” he hiccuped. “She’s with my cousin. Running out of men close by to be left for.” She sat down with him. “Why’d you choose Tom?” She frowned.

“I don’t think that’s the same,” she whispered. “You weren’t in love with me.” He frowned.

“Livvie,” he kissed her neck, “we were nice though. I liked being with you. Didn’t hurt. This hurts.” She pushed him away gently. “Course, you’ve got Pantona now. Pretty Livvie Bano needs her title.”

“You’re drunk so I’m going to let that one slide,” she said. He fell backwards.

“That was mean,” he said, “you’re right. Bet Brayton’s not mean. Pious, smug little shit. With his books and his magic and his, his,” he frowned. “My Marie. But she’s his now.”

“What will make you feel better?” She asked. He took her hand and pulled her on top of him. “Besides sex, Anton.”

“No, no,” he said, “sex will be good. Tom won’t mind, he understands. Plus he’s with that merchant boy.” She frowned and stood up. “Livvie, wait.”

“Come see me when you’re ready to apologize,” she said. “We aren’t just your toys, Anton. The rest of us have lives to live too.”

Marie

Marie woke up to Brayton dressing. He smiled as she sat up.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” he said and kissed her gently. “You were fitful, is everything alright?”

“I was,” she started, but stopped short of telling him she was Dreaming. She’d have to told Anton, she realized. “I just don’t sleep well.” She lied. He nodded. The door swung open and Lady Olivia Bano burst in.

“Hello Lady Olivia,” Brayton purred sarcastically at her. She stared daggers at him. “I’ll see you later, Marie?”

“Of course,” she whispered. He kissed her, possessively, as if proving something. He left the two girls in icy silence.

“I know we don’t know each other well, but may I ask what in the hell you think you’re doing?” Olivia finally broke it. “Anton is beside himself! I am certainly on your side about the marriage, he was being a terrible bully about it, but whatever this is,” she exhaled. “It’s cruel.”

“You couldn’t understand,” Marie stood up, pulling a robe on. Olivia frowned. “I can’t be with Anton, I can’t. And I can’t be alone either, I need,” she sighed. “If I don’t have someone to protect me, my brother will continue to delay.” Olivia stared at her. “Daniel could,” she hugged herself, “well, call me back basically.” Olivia nodded. “Les deserves his happiness. And Brayton is powerful, and he adores me,” she looked down. “But I won’t lose myself to him. I love Anton too much, he’d take all of me and not even realize he was doing it.”

“I understand that better than you might think,” Olivia said gently. Marie nodded. “I think we’d all give our whole selves to Anton before he realized he’d asked too much of us.” She paused. “Tom is in love with someone else,” she whispered. “I see it, in his letters, the way he writes about him. He’s only ever talked that way about Anton. Sometimes I think I went to Anton to please Tom, if he couldn’t have him, I could.” She looked down. “I broke my own heart for him, but you don’t have to Marie.” Marie looked at her and started crying.

“What have I done?” She whispered. “He won’t forgive me, how could he?” Olivia held her while she cried.

Anton

They’d returned to Dovetail and he was avoiding her as much as possible. Complete avoidance was impossible, of course, as Brayton’s sudden interest in being present meant Marie was at his side.

Sometime in Anton made him feel like his cousin was torturing him. And something was wrong with Marie. She seemed desperately unhappy, and it seemed like Brayton hadn’t noticed.

“You need to find someone,” his father said one afternoon. “I know you’re disappointed, I understand, but Anton,” he sighed.

“I know,” Anton said softly. “I know, I do. Can’t you and Mother just pick someone?” His father laughed.

“I believe your mother would certainly try,” he said, “if either of us thought it would make you even remotely happy.”

Anton glanced across the courtyard to see Marie sitting with one of her books. He excused himself and walked across. She looked up at him.

“May I help you?” She asked.

“I suppose not,” he said. She furrowed her brow. “I think I forgot,” she smiled gently. “I miss you.”

“Oh Anton, please don’t,” she whispered. “What’s the point?” He sat down.

“The point is I miss you,” he whispered. “And you seem unhappy.” She swallowed. “If you were happy, maybe I could,” she smiled indulgently. “Well, no, I guess I couldn’t.”

“No,” she said, “you couldn’t.” He pressed his hand against her cheek. “I miss you too.” He leaned in and kissed her gently.

“Sweet girl.” She sighed softly.

“Could I still say yes?” She whispered.

“Yes,” he said. She smiled. He vowed to himself to make her smile everyday for the rest of their lives.

Marie

She stood in her room folding a few things to go in a trunk, humming to herself. The door opened and she looked up.

“You sent for me?” Brayton asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She slid away. “What’s wrong? I thought, when you, that you wanted me, we haven’t since that night.”

“Brayton, I,” she exhaled, “this was wrong, of me. Leading you on,” he frowned, he looked so young again. “That night, we shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t understand.” He said.

“I accepted Anton this afternoon,” she said. Brayton stared at her.

“Why?” He asked.

“I love him,” she mumbled. “I know this hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“I love you,” he said. “I thought you understood.” She swallowed. “You’re going to marry him?” She nodded. She saw it then, on his face, in his eyes. The dark thing, whatever it was. “Fine, then, I wish you joy.” He marched out and slammed the door. She exhaled and prayed to Rana that he’d forgive them, though somehow she doubted it.

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Interlude: Why Me?

Note: Happy Fourth Of July! This is the first of two interludes about…well, largely about Anton and Marie and the strange factors that made their relationship complicated. (The other will go up on July 20th, for the six anniversary) They’re also a lot about Olivia being just the best. Writing about Anton in particular is something I love doing, so much of Annalise comes from her father. He too has a big heart, and sometimes assumes that excuses some less than stellar interpersonal behavior.

Anton

How was she so beautiful? Marie Sanpierre was standing in the Dovetail courtyard. They’d arrived a few hours ago, it had been months and she was all he could think about. He walked over to her.

“Lady Marie,” he said. She smiled at him.

“Your Highness,” she said with a gentle curtsey.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Looking at the arches,” she said, “the book I was reading on the ride said Mariah formed them out of magic.” He smirked.

“If you believe every claim, Mariah built half the city out of magic,” he said. She giggled and he kissed her.

“Anton,” she whispered as he pressed her back against one the arches. “We shouldn’t. What if someone sees?” He laughed.

“They’ll see I’m enjoying myself with a pretty girl,” he said, “I doubt anyone will be shocked.” She frowned and slipped out of his arms. “Marie, I didn’t mean,” he sighed, “you aren’t just another girl.”

“So you say,” she said. He sighed and looked at her.

“Come here,” he mumbled and took her hand. She looked at him. “I was just teasing.” She smiled. “I only want you.”

“You were with Lady Olivia yesterday,” she said and he pulled her close again.

“Livvie is a friend,” he said, “that part is over between us.” She nodded.

“And Morgan Lawson?” She said.

“Is marrying Wyatt Allred,” he frowned, “and I haven’t seen her in weeks.” She nodded and smirked as he kissed her neck.

“Natalie Graves?” She asked.

“Marie,” he said, “I only see you, now.” She looked up at him.

“For now,” she said. He frowned. Suddenly the idea that he’d never been serious about anyone seemed awful, if it meant she didn’t believe him.

Marie

She hadn’t meant to turn down Anton exactly. She’d found she really did like kissing him. She didn’t even really object to the idea of going to bed with him, which he’d brought up a few times, though she was nervous about it.

She just hated the idea of being on in his endless cycle of girls. She wondered how many times he’d whispered that some girl was the only one, and then a few weeks later moved on to someone else. She frowned looking in the mirror.

“Aunt Lara would be appalled at your hair,” Les said walking in. She laughed. She’d let her dark curls grow wild, occasionally brushing them out, and usually dressing them with flowers of jewlry borrowed from Les’s Anne.

“Aunt Lara would be appalled at most of my behavior since we got here,” she said and sat down. “I put him off again.”

“Well, Aunt Lara wouldn’t be appalled at that,” he rolled his eyes, “she’d remind you that no man should ever touch you beyond dancing until Rana herself came down and blessed your marriage. Meanwhile Elana’s been in and out of that Pharras captain’s villa for a year.”

“Don’t spread gossip,” Marie chastised him. Their cousin had been rather indiscrete in her dealings with Kieran Franz. Though in her last letter she’d mentioned she’d been seeing more of Daniel. Good for Elana, it was what she’d always wanted. “It’s getting harder.”

“So stop,” Les shrugged. “We live here now, you don’t have to worry what they’d say at home, and literally no one here cares what Anton’s up to.” She looked down. “Oh that’s what this is. You don’t want to be just another one of his girls.”

“No, I don’t,” she said. “I think I’m in love with him.” Her brother looked at her.

“Well that’s troublesome,” he grinned. She tossed a pillow at him. “Marie, you have to tell him, if that’s the case.” She swallowed.

“I know,” she said. “I know that.” Her mandate. She was Chosen. Her child would be something fierce and terrible, some kind of weapon for the gods.

Anton

“What are you so gloomy about?” Olivia said a they milled around before dinner. He looked at her.

“I think I upset Marie.” He frowned. She rolled her eyes. “Tell me something,” he said, “did you feel disposable?” She looked at him and laughed. “It’s a serious question Livvie.”

“Oh,” she sat down and thought for a moment. “No, but you and I understood each other. Neither of us were in love.” He looked at her. “I think Victoria Caplan might have felt differently.” He groaned. “Anton, what did Marie say?”

“I was trying to tell her I think she’s special,” he said. She raised her eyebrows. “And I don’t think she believed me.”

“Were you groping her at the time?” She asked.

“We were in the courtyard,” he said defensively. “She seemed to be enjoying herself.”

“Anton, really,” she said. “Did you ever consider speaking to her when your hand wasn’t up her dress? Marie is a very serious person, and she’s come here to study and escape being objectified by a prince.”

“When you put it that way,” he sighed. Olivia laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Is this what John had to do all these years?” She asked. Anton shrugged. “It’s exhausting.”

Marie

She walked into the ballroom and saw Anton sitting with Olivia Bano. He looked up and saw her and quickly walked over.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, before he could kiss her and she lost her senses.

“Alright,” he said, “the terrace?” She nodded and followed him outside. “Marie, this afternoon.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” she said. He was staring at her. “I know I am, I just,” she exhaled. “I didn’t just leave home because I didn’t want Daniel.”

“No?” He said, but a smile had returned to his face.

“No,” she said. “Oh, you’re going to think I’m crazy everyone always does.” He cupped her face.

“Marie,” he whispered. “I’m in love with you too,” she smiled. “Please tell me, whatever it is.”

“I have a prophecy,” she whispered. “I’m supposed to give birth to The Sword Of The Goddess. Some foretold warrior who’ll free the gods.”

“I know who the sword is,” he whispered. She nodded. “Anselm had me read every story about the gods ever written down.” She laughed. “You love me?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Why me?” He asked. She smiled.

“I don’t know,” she said. “But I do.” He nodded.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked. She smiled and nodded. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Anton

Marie was asleep in his arms, in his bed. She loved him and he wanted to be worthy of that. She’d already placed so much in his care. She stirred awake.

“You should be sleeping,” she mumbled.

“I know,” he said gently. “I will, I just wanted to look at you.” She smiled.

“What does this mean now?” She asked. “Am I your mistress, like Olivia was?” Anton smiled. Olivia was his only public mistress, his other affairs were rumored, never acknowledged. If Marie wanted that, he could give that.

“If that’s what you want,” he said. She smiled. “I could also court you, officially, if you like.” She raised her eyebrows.

“That would mean marriage,” she mumbled.

“Eventually,” he nodded. “You don’t have to decide right now. You already chose me, that’s enough for me, for tonight.” She kissed him, gently. “Or we could just be this, just us, private. I want you forever, whatever that looks like.”

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Interlude: John And Alexia

Note: Sorry I missed last week everyone! I was away, and also I’ve been working on other projects and I realized the post was not ready. Anyway, here’s the John and Alexia interlude I’ve been working on for a while.

Alexia Dumanis pouted as the wagons rolled away. She’d begged to go to Dovetail, but instead she was stuck in Dorin. She was ten years old, she knew how to stay out of the way. It didn’t make sense. Her brother Tristan was going and he was only eight. Practically a baby.

“Don’t be sad, Lexie,” her sister Andrea said and petted her hair gently. “I know it’s not as exciting but you are going to be a big help for me with the wedding.” Alexia looked up at Drea.

“I want to see the city though,” she sighed.

“You’re going to live there one day,” Andrea gently pushed her inside. “And then you’ll be telling your husband that you just want to come back to Dorin.” Alexia frowned. Her marriage to Sir John Dugarry was spoken of with such finality. But she was never sure if it was going to happen.

“But wouldn’t it be better if I went to Dorin and I found out if Sir John liked me?” Alexia knew better than to add and if I like him. No one in her family cared if she liked Sir John.

“Why wouldn’t he like you, sweetheart?” Drea smiled and cupped her face. Alexia sighed. “Cheer up, without Papa here I think it would be a good idea for us to try all the different cakes I have to choose from instead of dinner.”

“Really?” Alexia said. “Mama said it would make us stout.”

“Eh,” Drea flipped her hands, “we both already have husbands picked out, we can eat as much cake as we like.” Alexia giggled following her sister.

“This is boring,” Prince Anton said as they stood in the secret passageway outside of his father’s office, but John Dugarry rolled his eyes at his friend and charge.

“I didn’t make you come,” John said, “and shh, we’ll get caught, and I’ll catch a beating.”

“I would too,” Anton frowned.

“No you wouldn’t, you’re the prince, everyone lets you do whatever you want,” John said. His father was sitting in a meeting with a merchant named Carland Dumanis.

“I’d like to meet the boy,” Dumanis said, “if it’s at all possible.” John’s father, Avery frowned at that.

“I don’t think it will be,” Avery said, “my wife and I still worry this is all too early. We of course planned on sending John to Dorin when he’s older, but he’s a protector, it’s a lifetime commitment, and a great deal of John’s future is wrapped up in Prince Anton’s. Whoever he marries will need to understand that.”

“Since when are you getting married?” Anton made a face at him.

“Shh!” John hissed. “Since always. My parents made the match. Merchants do it all the time.”

“But you’re not a merchant,” Anton said. John shrugged. It wasn’t worth trying to explain it to Anton.

“Are you having second thoughts, Avery?” Dumanis said slowly. “That would be unfortunate.”

“No,” Avery smiled, not taking the bait, John felt a swell of pride at his father. “But I want to be clear, this moves on our timeline, mine, and my sons. Not yours.” Dumanis frowned but nodded and they shook hands and he left. “You two can come out of there now,” Avery called. Anton looked at John, they pushed the secret door and walked out. “Your Highness, I am very disappointed in you.”

“It was John’s idea!” Anton said indignantly.

“Yes, but John follows your orders,” Avery said, “may I have a moment with my son?” Anton nodded and rushed out mouthing, ‘I’m sorry,’ while John glared at him. “So what did you think of him?” John raised an eyebrow. “Dumanis, what did you think of him?”

“He’s arrogant,” John said, “and he doesn’t like not getting his way.” Avery nodded. “Is he dangerous?”

“Very,” Avery said. “But you’re right about his arrogance.” He clapped John on the shoulder. “Don’t do that again, or at least don’t bring Anton, he’s terrible at sneaking.”

8 Years Later

John lay on his bedroll staring up at the stars. They’d reach Dorin tomorrow, and he couldn’t sleep.

“You are thinking so loud, that it’s keeping me awake,” Tom said, and John rolled over and looked at him. “So you might as well talk.”

“I don’t know,” John said softly, “I always knew this was coming, I should be ready. But I’m just, not. Everything is running though my head. What if I don’t like her? What if she doesn’t like me? What if I do something to offend her sisters? What if I offend her father? What if we’re fine but we get back to Dovetail and Anton can’t stand her? Or Livvie does that thing where she acts like she’s complimenting another woman, but she’s really saying something that makes her cry?”

“Well,” Tom said, “first of all, Livvie hasn’t done that to Marie and she and Anton were actually something, so I think your Alexia is safe from that.” John laughed. “And if she doesn’t like you, I’ll convince her otherwise. And if you don’t like her, I’ll offend her father so that you can leave without it being your fault.”

“You’re a good friend,” John said, “I mean relatively useless in this context and I should have asked literally anyone else to come with me, but I know you’re trying.”

Alexia looked in the mirror and frowned. Briana walked in and saw her piling her hair on her head and looking over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Brie laughed. Alexia sighed.

“I don’t know,” she said, and flopped on the bed. “Is he here?” Briana shook her head. “What if he hates me?”

“I don’t see how that’s at all relevant,” Brie said. Alexia looked at her. “Even if he hates you, you’re beautiful and rich and his father made an agreement with Papa, so I doubt he’ll back out.” Alexia frowned.

“You have just named the only scenario worse than him hating me,” Alexia said, “he hates me and marries me anyway because he’s afraid of Papa.” Brie laughed.

“He’s not going to hate you,” Brie said softly. “And if you hate him, Amos has already agreed to ship you to his brother in Rastan, so you’ll be fine.”

“Ugh,” Alexia stood up. “You’re not helping. When does he get here?”

“Oh, he’s in the parlor,” Brie smirked. “Trey’s with him, and his representative.” Alexia gulped, “Well, I was going to tell you but then you were being dramatic.” Alexia frowned and walked downstairs. She started to make her excuses but also she was immediately struck by the way he was staring at her.

“John, this is the part where you talk,” his friend said with a smile on his face. Alexia swallowed.

“I’m John,” he managed, “it’s nice to finally meet you.” Alexia’s entire body released. Trey and the other boy excused themselves.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she managed. “Should we sit, I think there’s supposed to be lunch, did your friend want,” she took a deep breath. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Me too,” he said and they sat down. “Tom should have introduced himself, that was rude.” She smiled and then stopped.

“Tom?” She said. He nodded. “That’s Thomas Martin?” He laughed.

“Of course you’ve heard of him, don’t tell him that, his head is already far too inflated,” John said. She giggled.

“He’ll be busy,” she said, “there are plenty of families that would take a son from a noble family, and a reputation as the best warrior in the kingdom.” John Dugarry smirked.

“They’ll be disappointed,” he said. “Tom is engaged.” She smiled. “I’m sorry this didn’t happen earlier. I kept expecting you to be with your family when they would come to Dovetail.” She rolled her eyes.

“I think my father was afraid you’d get bored of me,” she said. “I was never allowed to go.”

Bored of her. John wanted to throw the tea cup he’d picked up when she said that. He’d assumed that meeting Alexia would be pleasant. But he didn’t expect that he’d be sitting opposite probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He kept thinking about how he felt like he was going to swallow his tongue.

Or kiss her until she fell over. He really wasn’t sure. Gods, she was gorgeous though.

“Sir John?” She said softly. “Is everything alright?” He swallowed. “You look very pale.” He took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I,” he sighed, “it was a long journey.” She smiled and nodded.

“Of course,” she said. “And it isn’t as though we don’t have time. Our whole lives, in fact.” He smiled at that. “Let me show you to your room.” She stood up and he followed her with a large swallow. Room. Bed. Alexia. Alexia in his bed. All that blonde hair, which was long down to her waist, and her wide green eyes, a little bit lighter than his own, her lips, which default seemed to be pouting.

“Thank you,” he managed. She nodded and left him. He sighed. He was going to figure out how to actually talk to her, while looking at her. Might be tricky.

Alexia went to her room and fell back against the bed and giggled. Normally she got annoyed at the vacant and distracted look on men’s faces and manner when she walked into a room, but with Sir John, she was pleased by it. Probably because he seemed more shy than lascivious, and because it was a good first step.

“So, how did it go?” Trey said from the doorway. She sat up.

“Fine,” she said, “you?” Trey scowled at her.

“He’s engaged,” he pointed out. “To a woman.”

“These are not factors that have ever deterred you with anyone else,” she said. He sighed and sat down with her. “Are you going to tell him about the time you saw him fight in a tournament when you were thirteen, and then spent the rest of the summer writing poetry about him?”

“I am not,” Trey said. “Do you like him? Sir John, I mean?”

“I think so,” she sighed and leaned back again. “He likes me.”

“Yes, that was obvious,” Trey said. “They’re going to have to mop up the drool.” She giggled.

“I suppose I was born to be adored,” she exhaled. Trey laughed and looked at her and shook his head.

John was standing in the large ballroom, tugging at the sash on his formal guard uniform. He hadn’t worn it in a while, and it didn’t help that he was standing next to Tom, who looked like some kind of dream in his.

“Relax, will you,” Tom muttered to him. “You’re making me anxious.” John glared at him.

“I’m going to say something embarrassing to her,” John mumbled. “You saw her right?”

“Yes, she’s very beautiful,” Tom mused. “The brother’s interesting.”

“Tom, don’t you dare,” John growled, his friend grinned.

“If you think Livvie stopped flirting when we left,” Tom shrugged. “I won’t let it go too far, John don’t worry.” (Reenie’s Note: HAHAHA…Irony) Tom went to argue some more when he lost his breath. Alexia had entered the room and she seemed to be shining. “Go to her,” Tom said, with a gentle nudge. “You won’t get any better without practice.” John exhaled and walked over and took her offered hand and kissed it.

“Miss Dumanis,” he said.

“Sir John,” she smiled. “I hope you’re don’t mind our little celebration.” He laughed.

“Certainly not,” he said. “I’m supposed to dance with you first, correct?” She nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “Though not right this moment.” He nodded. “I want to show you something,” she said softly. He nodded and followed her into a parlor off of the ballroom.

“What is this?” He asked, she smiled and kissed him softly. He migrated his hands to her waist. “I see, thank you for showing me.”

“I thought you might find it interesting,” she said and crossed her wrists behind his neck. “I certainly have always been curious.” He smiled and then kissed her again. She was sweet and supple, accepting him gently.

“What will you father say?” He teased. She pulled back at looked up at him.

“My father would deliver me bound naked to your bed, if it would finalize this,” she said. He frowned and she left his arms.

“I don’t know that I would ask him for that,” he tried. She looked at him. “If this isn’t what you want, I understand.”

“No,” she said, “I just,” she sighed. “I’ve always felt trapped by it. And that isn’t your fault, so please don’t apologize.” He smiled.

“It was freedom for me,” he admitted. “I lived my whole life a step behind someone else. And I was able to live with it because I knew there was something he couldn’t even fathom waiting for me.” She smiled shyly. “Alexia,” he said, and cupped her cheek. “Open your heart to me, or at least don’t close it off.” They kissed softly again and the door opened. Andrea walked in.

“There you are,” she said. “Honestly, Lexi, I know you hate these but you’re being unforgivably rude.” She looked at the two of them. “Goddess, you two met six hours ago,” John looked down abashed, “out, now,” She snapped her fingers and pointed and they both flew off of the couch and back into the ballroom, Alexia giggled as they walked back.

“Your sister is terrifying,” John whispered. She laced her fingers through his.

“You have no idea,” she whispered.

Two months of parties and dinners, and Alexia spent a lot of time watching John, and kissing him, as finding alcoves and empty rooms to kiss had become their general routine. They talked too, which was nice but not quite as nice as the kissing.

One night they were back at the house and they were in the front parlor. The kissing had begun in earnest and she’d found herself beneath him.

“John, wait,” she whispered as he moved to her neck, “oh,” she exhaled, but he paused. “Why did you stop?”

“You said to,” he mumbled. She swallowed.

“Right,” she said, “so, we should probably,” he nodded and they kissed again. “John, we can’t,” he raised his eyebrows. “We aren’t married.” He stared at her.

“Lexi,” he said. “We’ve been betrothed since we were eight years old, and we’ll be married in three months.” She frowned up at him. “Or we can wait, if it’s important to you.”

“It isn’t important to you?” She asked and sat up. He sighed.

“I forgot about,” he sighed. “So you’re a virgin?” She nodded, now feeling a little bit silly.

“You aren’t?” She asked. He frowned. “But you said,” she started and scooted away.

“The kind of fidelity you grew up expecting wasn’t really,” he sighed. “It’s different at court.” She scowled at him and stood up and started walking out. “Lexi,” he sighed but she was already out on the back terrace. She swallowed.

“Oh,” she stopped seeing Captain Martin standing there. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.” She turned.

“It’s alright,” he said, “it’s your house, I can’t hog the best brooding spots.” She smiled. “I thought that you and John would be,” she glared at him. “Or not.”

“Apparently,” she huffed, “it wouldn’t mean anything to him.” Tom frowned at her.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said. She crossed her arms.

“And I suppose dallying with my brother will be just excused by Lady Olivia Bano too,” she said, “as these things just mean nothing in Dovetail.”

“No, I can assure you I would find myself in a great deal of pain if I dallied with your brother and Olivia found out,” he smiled. “And I think I understand what you’re talking about now, and I have to tell you it isn’t as though John was cycling through girls or anything.” She sniffed and looked at him. “When we were younger Anton would,” he sighed, “when he wouldn’t like a girl, John would have to speak to them.” She stared at him.

“That’s awful,” she said. Tom shrugged.

“Yes, and sometimes they would, well, think that being with John would,” he sighed. “Well, I’m sure you can imagine.” She gaped at him. “Anyway, that’s rather slowed down in the past few years.”

“Oh,” she said. He looked at her. “What is happening with you and my brother?”

“We are friends,” Tom said, “and I am getting married.” She side eyed him. “What did he say?”

“The same,” she smiled. “I don’t believe him either.” He shook his head. “I want to trust him.”

“John wouldn’t betray you, Alexia,” he said. “He made some mistakes, and believe me he carried the hurt of it enough.” She swallowed.

John lay on top of the covers of his bed, unsure what he should do next. He’d hurt her, and it was the last thing he’d wanted. He’d forgotten that Alexia’s virtue was a part of the deal, because it felt so horribly transactional. The door opened and he sat up, seeing her slip in, wearing a simple white night gown.

“Lexi,” he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said.

“Tom explained to me,” she said, “girls would use you, to get to the Prince?” John looked at her.

“Everyone, not just girls, I’m a conduit,” he said, “but yes, I, there were a few.” She sat down on the bed. “A few trying to get to Tom, too.” She kissed him.

“They didn’t see you,” she whispered. He shook his head. “You said thinking of me was freeing.” He smiled.

“You were mine,” he said, “before you’d even seen me, or I’d seen you. It didn’t have anything to do Anton, or his dramas, that was,” he sighed, “it meant everything to me, Lexi. And I know that you didn’t see it the same way, but being here with you,” she kissed him.

“I understand,” she said, “I’m one of a set remember? Three sisters, all meant to increase my father’s power.” He cupped her face. “I never thought of this, of us, being something outside of that.”

“We can never speak to your father again if you like,” he shrugged. She giggled.

“I don’t think it needs to be that extreme,” she smiled, “but I don’t want betrothals, for our children.” He nodded.

“I think that’s a sensible compromise,” he whispered and pressed a kiss against her forehead. She looked up and kissed him properly. “Lexi, I think you ought to go.” She smirked.

“Do you?” She mumbled and straddled him. He looked at her.

“You don’t want to wait,” he said, his hands against her thighs.

“No,” she said, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He smiled.

“Well, since we’re getting married, that’s very convenient,” he teased. She laughed. “I know I’m falling for you.” She smiled.

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Interlude: Brothers

Note: So, I’ve been writing quite a few interludes lately, editing old ones, getting to stuff I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve decided to commit to posting one once a month. First up, Aaron and Tristan, what’s their deal? They’re friends right? Brothers in Law! Aaron is the best and Tristan is the worst, how do they navigate that?

Aaron

I sat in the study behind Father’s desk watching him work with Lisette, correcting her sword stance patiently, pushing her curls out of her face, gently smiling when she stuck out her tongue or snapped at him.

Sir Tristan Dugarry was madly in love with my sister and I don’t know how aware he was of it, but she was absolutely clueless. Not that I blame her, it isn’t likely that Sir Tristan declared himself and she’s had precisely one other suitor, and Harran didn’t bother hiding his interest in her. To the point that I think she found it a little intimidating.

But she seems to lean into the ways he touches her, she teases him. She likes him.

“Something interesting?” Lady Athena sat down on the edge of the desk. I looked at her and smiled.

“Not as interesting as you,” I said and closed the book I was working through. Her face screwed into anger. It’s like I enjoy the pain, or something. They’ve been here two weeks and I could have been happily buried in Kathy Sampson, but instead I wind up getting stabbed in the heart by Athena Dugarry every night.

I really should go see Kathy, but all I can think of is that I don’t think Lady Athena would like it.

“And what, your grace,” she leaned closer, “is so interesting about me?” I grinned. She was baiting me.

“Do you really want to know?” I ran my eyes up and down her. She pushed off the desk.

“Pig,” she muttered. The thing is, her body isn’t even the beginning of my obsession with Lady Athena, although it is quite nice. She’s tall and slender and I’m sure all those muscles from her fighting move quite nicely under those short dresses of hers. But she’s sharp witted and committed and the way she softens with Lisette is completely irresistible. I’d give almost anything to have her smile at me just once.

After a quick sparring match she says something to Lisette and they leave, Lisette trotting after her, giggling. Sir Tristan watched them.

“She likes you too, you know,” I said. Tristan looked at me. “Lisette, she likes you. She doesn’t know how to, but she does.”

“It isn’t like that,” he insisted.

“If you say so,” I said. “Your sister,” I started.

“Please, I beg of you, stop wasting your time,” he sighed, “and stop aggravating her. She difficult enough in a good mood.” I laughed. “How can you tell?”

“What?” I said, as I opened my ledger. “That Lisette likes you?” He nodded. “Just watch her, she does.”

“I do watch her,” Tristan frowned. “I have to, it’s my job.”

“I doubt she’ll be assassinated here, but glad you take it seriously,” I smirked. He laughed at that.

“Athena thinks you’re unserious,” he said. I looked at him. “It’s hard to tell how much you care about anything when you’re always making a joke.” I nodded.

“Thank you,” I smiled, “that’s helpful.” Tristan shrugged.

“You’re still fighting a losing battle,” he said and placed his sword back on the rack. “But you might as well be armed for it. Sincerity might at least get her to stop looking at you like you’re cow dung.”

Tristan

I know I’m in over my head, when I glance over at Lisette asleep in the bed next to me. I’ve been in over my head from the moment I met her. I’m supposed to protect her, watch her, fight for her. Instead it’s this. It’s me completely unable to control myself. It’s not just that I’m thinking about her constantly it’s that I also want to be touching her and know that shortly, I will.

And there’s Marina. Since we’ve arrived at camp it’s like I lost what was left of my mind around her. I kissed her, what was I thinking? I sat up Lisette stirred.

“What’s wrong?” She asked rolling over. Gods, I want her, I love her so much.

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered. She sat up and slid her arms around my neck. “Lisette, I have to tell you something.” She kissed me gently.

“No you don’t,” she whispered. I pulled her closer.

“I swore,” I teased. She rested her hands on my chest.

“Yes,” she said softly, “but I know what you’re about to tell me,” she looked at me. “I can see the way you look at each other.” I pressed my forehead to hers.

“Lisette,” I whispered. “It’s you, though.” She nodded and kissed me. “I need to go for a run, clear my head.”

“I don’t clear your head?” She whispered. I smiled.

“You fill my head,” I whispered. “You fill everything.” She smiled. I kissed her, and she slid back. Cornan himself couldn’t pull me from this woman. She’ll have to do it, and it might kill me.

But for now I run, laps around the lake and let nothing else into my mind but one foot in front of the other. No Lisette and the world in front of her, so she’s looking away from me, no Marina, soft, sweet, always patient, who sees everything.

I get back to camp and Aaron is standing with Count Caleb.

“It’s not up to you,” Caleb says patiently, but Aaron looks angry. “If it were you’d have done what? Kept her at Pantona while the world burned?”

“She’s losing herself in all this,” Aaron sighed, “you can’t even see it! We need more time.”

“There isn’t more time,” Caleb said, Aaron frowned. “Do you really think this is what I want, Aaron? To put you and Lisette in danger?”

“Who knows what you want?” Aaron said sharply and walked over. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” I said. He looked even more angry with me.

“I spoke to Marina,” he said.

“Oh,” I whispered. He laughed and shook his head. “I doubt it’s what you think.” Aaron looked at me, those blue eyes of his under his dark red hair.

“Did you kiss Marina?” He asked. I sighed. “Gods, man, you have to get it together. If you were someone else I might kill you.” I smirked at that.

“You could try,” I said. He laughed. “If I fought back at all you’d wind up dead,” I paused, “but then of course Athena would kill me, so I’d be dead anyway.” We started walking. “You told Lisette?”

“Gods no,” Aaron snorted. “Marina asked me not to for one thing and for another, and I don’t need Lisette angry at me for your behavior,” he looked down. “But she deserves better, they both do.” His face is serious.

“I’m aware of that,” I said, “Trust me that I’m trying.” Aaron nodded.

Aaron

“Oh Gods!” Carolina gasped getting out of the carriage. I looked at Tristan as his wife looked at the house I’d offered, well, the second house, there were three. The first had been a large farmhouse, close to the manor, but this one, nearer town, was more of a cottage, mostly stone, with a wild garden growing over the iron gates.

“She likes it,” I said. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Obviously,” he noted. “Is it this one Caro?”

“Well, I’d like to see the other,” she said, “but it’s so lovely, what’s it’s name?” She looked at me.

“What do you mean?” I frowned. She pouted a little. How Tristan won this adorable creature alludes me. “It isn’t like in novels, Caro,” I teased, “every house doesn’t have some charming name.”

“Well, it should,” she said as she walked down the lane to the door. Tristan looked at me.

“This is too generous, Aaron,” he said. I shrugged.

“You need to live somewhere,” I pointed out, “and Athena wants you to be here.” We walked up to the door. “It’s really William you should be thanking, he found the places.”

“I’ll skip that particular honor, thanks,” he grumbled. I rolled my eyes.

“You won that fight twice,” I pointed out. He shrugged we stepped in.

“Oh Tristan, it’s wonderful,” Carolina ran into his arms. “Thank you, your grace,” she smiled at me.

“Aaron,” I smiled back. “Please.” She smiled.

“Shall you write some fawning letter to your mother and sister,” Tristan teased her, “asking for your things to be sent here?” She nodded excitedly. “Aaron, really I know you did this for Athena but it means a great deal.” I smiled, from Tristan this qualified as an explosion of emotion.

When we got back to the manor, I saw Athena sitting in the parlor, a map spread out on the table. Lisette and Marina were in Dovetail, we’d be going to join them soon.

“Thena,” I sat down with her. She looked up at me and smiled. “What are you looking at?”

“Maps of Westran,” she said, “you have some good ones.” I smiled.

“We,” I reminded her, “Countess.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Did they pick a house?” She asked. I nodded. “Good, I was worried they’d decide to stay in Dovetail.”

“They might still love,” I kissed her neck gently.

“Aaron, don’t,” she shook her head. I sat back. “I just wish we knew where to start.”

“You know your orders were to not work on this for the next week while we get settled?” I said. She glared at me.

“To quote you, my love, ‘I don’t follow stupid orders,'” she said. I looked at her.

“Athena,” I said. She looked at me, “you need to rest. We all do.” She sighed and leaned back against me.

“I love you,” she said. I smiled. “But Aaron if you keep me from my work I’ll kill you in your sleep.” I laughed and kissed her gently.

“Just tonight,” I whispered, “Mother and Thomas are in Dovetail, Tristan and Caro will move in to their cottage, we’re on our own.” She grinned and kissed me back.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she mumbled. I laughed. “I did want to ask though,” I nodded. “Should I keep using the whip willow?” I leaned back.

“I hadn’t,” I sighed. “Do you want to?” She sighed. “Thena,” I whispered.

“I was disappointed, last year,” she whispered, “when I wasn’t.” I nodded.

“Me too,” I said. “But you do have a lot of work to do, and a baby,” I drifted off. I wanted to have children with Athena, probably more than anything.

“Your mother managed,” she pointed out. I smiled. “But you’d be alright, if we started right away?” I smiled.

“Why are you so eager?” I asked. She sighed.

“Well, I don’t think Tristan and Caro will be waiting,” she explained. I laughed. “I want our children’s childhoods to be like ours all should have been. On top of one another and growing intertwined. Lisette and Eric’s, Lefty and Marina’s, all of us.” I kissed her.

“That’s a good dream, love,” I whispered.

Tristan

Caro’s voice screaming about my betrayal is still schoing in my mind when I arrive at the townhouse in Dorin. Maybe I should have gone to the manor, but I need to see her, and I only knew to come because Alex told me. The note is smashed in my pocket.

They’re hearing the challenge. I suggest you come at once. – A

I see Carolina’s eyes full of tears and me wondering why I told her at all. All it did was hurt her. I walked up the steps and inside and was shown to a parlor. The butler returned after a moment.

“Miss Carolina has said she will not see anyone,” he said. Miss Carolina. Not Lady Dugarry. She was making her point.

“Tristan?” Emily walked in. I swallowed. “What are you doing here?” I sighed.

“Alex told me about the challenge,” I said. She raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she said, “so that you could be in Dorin and at the guildhall. We expected you stay at the manor.” I looked at her. “Caro is very upset, still.”

“Upset enough to annul our marriage and be Andrei Arrain’s wife?” I asked. Emily frowned at me.

“Obviously, yes,” she said, “though Uncle Geno is leading the hearing so the annulment seems unlikely. The proceedings are embarrassing enough.” I’d tried that argument. It was met with a sharp hiss, More embarrassing than curtseying to your lovers for a year, befriending one of them, loving her?

“What did she tell you?” I asked. Emily sighed.

“What did you tell Athena?” She asked. “She’s my sister, she told me all of it.”

“I’m not proud of myself,” I said and stood up.

“Well, I would think not,” Emily sighed. “But I think she’s being a bit dramatic right now, if I’m honest. She loves you, and it isn’t as though she didn’t go into this with her eyes open about you and Duchess Marina.” She hadn’t though, and I knew it. She’d thought it was over. I’d told her so. I’d been lying, to myself most of all maybe.

The truth was it would never be over between Marina and me.

“The fact is, I had to come here because I need Alex,” I muttered. Emily looked at me.

“Alex didn’t negotiate your contract,” she shook her head. “Athena, oooh,” she stopped.

“The baby has to be born at Pantona,” I whispered. “She can’t travel.”

“Of course,” she sighed. “Sit down, I’ll have them bring tea.” I nodded and then sat. A few minutes passed and Caro walked in.

“I’m surprised,” she said softly. “I would have thought,” I smiled. “Is Athena alright?”

“Of course, about to pop and very cranky, but she’s alright,” I said and stood up and walked over to her and took her hands she pulled away. “Caro,” I sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t,” she said. Her voice was flat and cold. I’d seen her like this but never had it turned on me, I hated it. “I wish you’d stayed away, Tristan.” I looked down. “Surely Lisette has need of you.” I swallowed.

“This is more important,” I said. She looked at me. “You hate me,” I mumbled, “I don’t blame you.” She swallowed. “I’ve missed you.” She frowned. “Caro, what can I say or do?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Tomorrow after the hearing, I suppose I’ll make a decision. My father is being very stubborn.” I nodded.

“I’m taking that you’re here and not his house as a sign in my favor,” I tried. Venom again.

“My father basically sold me,” she hissed, “and is annoyed that the sale was interrupted. Why on earth would I go back to him?” I smiled at that.

“Good girl,” I said. “I’ll go to the manor, I suppose. I can only imagine the scolding I’ll get from my aunts.” That wrangled a smirk.

“If I weren’t so angry at you I’d go with you just to see what shade of purple the old man turns when he sees you,” she said. “You deserve it.” I nodded.

“I didn’t want to lie to you anymore Caro,” I said. She sighed.

“I forgave Marina,” she said, “I’m working on you.” I nodded.

Aaron

“I should have gone,” Athena said crossing her arms over her chest. Her belly was so round that she could barely do it.

“How precisely did you plan to do that?” I asked. She glared at me. “Do you want me to go in your place?”

“Are you insane?” She said. I shrugged. “You hate merchant politics.”

“Yes, but I’m good at politics,” I reminded her. “And Tristan is my brother too.” She frowned.

“You’ll miss her,” she said gently rubbing her belly. I sighed. “Or him, but I think she’s a girl.” I smiled and sat down and kissed her on the head.

“I hope so,” I said. she looked at me.

“You don’t want a son?” She teased.

“No,” I shook my head, “Pantona boys are trouble.” She giggled. “I have enough trouble.” She sighed.

“What if we lose Caro,” she mumbled.

“It won’t happen,” I said softly. “If I have to drag Annalise up there to tell Angelo DuKarras and Andrei Arrain that it’s the Goddess’s own will that Caro and Tristan are married I’ll do it.” She sighed.

“I don’t know if that would be enough but it’s quite thoughtful,” she said. “I was careless about the contract. I was distracted.”

“You were not careless,” I said. “DuKarras is annoying.” She laughed. “Your Uncle will side with them.” She nodded. There was something she wasn’t telling me. I knew she would in her own time. “I can go, if it’s what you want.”

“After,” Athena whispered, leaning back against me. “After she’s here.” I smiled.

Tristan

The hearing was in our favor, I was furious the whole day, and Caro was still barely speaking to me, but it was one less obstacle.

“Sir Tristan?” Some boy working under Uncle Trey walked into the office they’d set up for me. I knew I had to leave again soon, with or without Caro. I looked at him. “The Count of Pantona is here.”

“What?” I said. “You mean a messenger from my brother in law?” The boy shook his head.

“No, the count,” he mumbled, “Mistress DuCray is with him in south parlor.” I nodded, if Aaron was with Charlotte that was good. They’d argue over cattle prices for hours.

I walked in the parlor.

“I can’t force them to sheer twice a year, Lotte,” Aaron pointed out, “or to sell to you and not keep the wool for themselves.”

“Your father would have found a way to meet the demand,” she said, “I can take my business to Wyatt Allred,” she looked over, “Hello Tristan.”

“Hello,” I said, “I was thinking cattle, didn’t the Forresters have several multiple births this year?” Charlotte looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

“They aren’t selling,” Aaron said firmly, “and by all means, see if Wyatt will meet your wool needs, I’ll double the price when you come crawling back.” He looked at me. “I have news,” he was smiling.

“Is Athena alright?” I asked, though I suppose if she wasn’t, he wouldn’t be smiling.

“Extremely,” he said, “where’s Caro?” I frowned. “Never mind, may I present the official birth and naming of Viscountess Calla Alexia Annalise Johanna Olivia Pantona,” he handed me a scroll. I smiled back at him.

“No Thomas?” I raised my eyebrows. He laughed. “Was he angry?”

“He’s in love,” Aaron said, “we all are.” I hugged him.

“Congratulations,” I said, “truly. I’m happy for you.”

“Good,” Aaron smiled, “now where’s Caro? I want to celebrate for a few days and then bring you both home.” I swallowed.

“I sent for her,” Charlotte said.

“Sent for?” Aaron looked confused. “I thought the challenge was settled.”

“It is,” I said, “it’s a bit more complicated, but Caro’s been with Emily and Alex.” But then she came running in.

“Oh Alex, Charlotte told me in her note I’m so happy for you!” She threw her arms around his neck. “What did you name her? I know you’d both discussed your father’s names. Johanna is lovely.”

“She’s Calla,” he said and Caro nodded excitedly, “and her mother is eager for her Aunt and Uncle to see her.” She looked uneasily at me.

“Of course,” she said softly. I looked at her. “Aaron, Alex has some Brightcoast wines, but he said he also has a store of his father’s armis if you want.” Aaron smiled down at her. He and Athena had a real taste for the cold clear Rastani spirit.

“I promised him some whiskey too,” he sighed, “I should see that it was delivered.” He left.

“He doesn’t know?” She asked me. I shook my head. “I’m surprised. I’m happy for them.”

“I have to go out ranging soon anyway,” I said. “If you don’t want to see me you could still go.” She shook her head and took my hand. “Caro.”

“I want to go home Tristan,” she said. “Can’t we?” I smiled and kissed her.

“Of course,” I said, “whenever you want.” She nodded. “So you forgive me?”

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