Chapter 48: Markus

Chapter 48: Markus

The Ladys sitting room was both intimate and open. Shed tied back the curtains on her balcony to let in the bright spring sun, while the closed doors kept the noises of the city confined to the outside. This time, she made certain her door was locked. There would be no unwelcome guests here.

She set a tea kettle on to boil, her back to him. Aaron took a seat at the table. The chair was backed by wooden rails carved into decorative lines; the seat was cushioned plainly. By the standards of a duchess, it fell far below extravagant.

He had lived at the castle for the better part of a year now. In that time, the Lady had never acted the part of her station. Her apartments, her clothes, her manners were all plainer than the other nobles hed seen. Not unrefined, but not gilded: it was the difference between an ornament of gold, and a finely wrought dagger. The only one hed heard speak her name was the former king.

Addie, hed called her, with real warmth in his voice. The Lady Adelaide.

This was Duke Sungs wife, who never once showed an inclination to meet with her noble husband. Rather the opposite, in fact. This was the woman whod been pleased at the thought that Markus would keep her company over the winter, even though she wasnt his real mother. The woman whod never realized that the boy she spoke to was already dead.

To be fair, neither had his father. Was Aaron just that good at being Markus, or had Markus been that bad at being himself?

The water came to a boil. The Lady set the tea leaves in to steep, and placed the pot in the center of the table. She sat with her elbows lightly resting on the wood, her hands folded under her chin.

I would like for you to explain, she said, just what you were doing back there.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

He didnt think hed ever heard anything quite so dangerous as those words. The tea pot steamed quietly between them as he searched for reply. Something that Markus would say. Something that wouldnt give him away. For once, he wished the boys Death were here to nag at him.

You dont approve? Aaron stalled. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs in the most unconcerned pose he could muster.

Were we not in agreement? she asked, her head tilted almost coyly. It seemed to me that we were. That certain elements of this were, in fact, your own suggestion. If I was mistaken, if you have had some stunning insight into the situation, then please, elucidate me.

He didnt particularly know what elucidate meant, but he could guess: something along the lines of Explain yourself. Now.

Just what do you think weve lost? he asked.

Nialls head comes to mind, she replied. As touching as this sudden concern for your fathers well being is.

I can say with all honesty, Aaron replied, that I care for him about as much as for a total stranger.

Then why? If you had not spoken, we would be setting the date of his execution instead of debating who is to be on this investigation committee of yours. She leaned back in her chair. Twins protect us from politics.

He could not help it: as Markus, as Aaron, his lips twitched. Oh yes. Forbid that you should be involved in anything political.

She scowled, but there was a certain fondness to her eyes as she did. You know what I mean. This feather-smoothing is so She flicked her fingers, as if to cast off water. I prefer to leave the appearance of matters to others. Its the heart of things that interests me.

Really, Aaron said.

Really. And her eyes narrowed, though there was a playfulness to her now. And so you are a member of the new kings council, and if I did not know you better, I could swear to a kirin that you had not wanted it. I cannot help but notice how that balances things for our family: the duke dishonored, yet his son raised to a position of highest esteem. On the very same day, no less.

Its Aaron whos esteemed, he pointed out. And the council sworn to silence.

This time, her lips nearly formed the smile that lurked behind them. And with the council sworn to silence, all the greater speed at which everyone of import will know the truth.

There were other things that made perfect sense. For instance, a name: Aaron. A boy who the Raffertys had stabbed one chill autumn night, on the eve of the harvest fair.

Aaron, he said. Aaron of no particular last name. What did you mean when you said that my fathers indiscretions didnt end in one act?

He remembered that word. It wasnt a word one heard often.

Her gaze was suddenly piercing; his heart skipped a measure, even as he held his breath in tight rein. In and out: steady, even. She seemed to consider something, consider him, before she answered.

I should have told you sooner, but it was not a topic I was ready to discuss, when you first arrived. My men saw to him. There was no sense leaving a loose thread dangling so. Im sorry; this is no way to find out about a brother. Youve met the company he keptyou know what he was. Not even your father would claim that one as blood. The succession is going to be murky enough without a street rat chewing at our familys banners.

She tucked a strand of gold behind her ear. I did not intend for you to know. I realize that doesnt change what I did, but for what it is worth: I did not mean to hurt you with this. Ignorance was the kindness Id intended.

Shed had him killed. Not the Raffertys. This woman in front of him: shed had him killed.

Do you know much about him? Aaron asked. Does he have family we need to worry about? Was his mother the same as mine?

Something in her posture seemed to relax. She waved her hand in fleeting dismissal. No, and definitely no. He was just a dull thing, really. He didnt know power when he held it, and he wont miss life now that its gone.

A silence squeezed into the room, filling every nook and cranny. Filling his lungs, until he had to concentrate just to keep breathing. Apparently the Lady did not feel the same.

Oh, she said. The tea is ready.

She poured for both of them, setting the cup in front of him in as civilized a manner as anyone could please. There it steamed in its porcelain cup. Hed never drunk from anything so refined in Twokins.

In Twokins, hed known the face of everyone who wanted him dead. Hed never imagined that someone sitting in a castle might order him killed for things hed never known.

Hed never thought himself naive when it came to murder. He knew better, now. He was grateful for the lesson.

There was only the one thing left to confirm. What good it would do, he did not know; he felt like the kirin from that old kingdom tale, asking the fox if it spoke truth. The answer she gave wouldnt change what shed already done.

Why doesnt my father say anything? He must suspect it. Aaron asked, the fingers of his good hand wrapped around his cup. It was not until he saw her touch her own and pull away that he realized he was being scalded; but even when he moved his hand, he felt no different. Not hot, not cold. Not particularly anything. That you killed the king.

She laughed. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

Oh, Markus. Youre a smart boy, but still so young. The thing to remember about your father is that his love runs deep. He loves the people of Three Havens, and he protects them; he loves Last Reign, such that he would risk everything to save it. And above all, he loves me. She raised her cup to her smiling lips, and blew a cooling breath across the tea.

He laughed, too. He could not help it: he laughed until his sides hurt more than his wrist, until his tea shook on its saucer. When she raised an eyebrow, all he could do was wave her off. He couldnt have put it into words, anyway. Not very well. It was only this: that if this was what families were like, he was glad hed never had one.

This woman. She had ordered him dead, without knowing anything about him; ordered him dead, because he might one day inconvenience her. Shed ordered him dead, and killed her own son, instead. Never mind that they hadnt been connected by blood: in heart and mind, Markus was her son.

Aaron realized that something heavy had slipped from his shoulders. It wasnt that he was alive because Markus had died in his place. Markus and his mother had plotted, and they had failed, and Aaron was still alive at the end of it. That was a different thing entirely. When an enemy stabs himself, he earned it. Remorse was for the innocent, and no one in this room was that.

Well. She wanted Markus? He would be Markus, then. He would be Markus until Aaron was safe, and his enemies better friends with their own Deaths.