Chapter 204 Dark Dreams
AYLETH
Despite the bright sunlight of the morning, she and Etan sank into sleep quickly after that. Ayleth felt herself dragged down in the darkness and wanted to resist, but she knew they had fewer hours to rest that day and that she would regret fighting it. So she let herself sink, though she soon wished she hadn't.
She woke, it seemed, deep in the forest where, despite the bright summer sunlight, the trees and mountains blocked the light and warmth, leaving her chilled and peering through dim, damp darkness.
"Etan?" she called.
"He isn't here," her mother's voice said from behind her.
Ayleth whirled, first frightened, her mind screaming that if her mother was here, Etan was in danger! But then she saw her mother's smile and her heart eased.
"Mother!"
"I am so glad you're safe, Ayleth," she said softly, walking towards her from some distance through the trees, shrouded by the darkness, though Ayleth had no trouble hearing her voice. "So glad that I found you."
Ayleth looked around, heart hammering again, but she wasn't in the same part of the forest as she'd gone to sleep. She swallowed, aware that she needed to conceal Etan's whereabouts from her parents.
"Of course I'm safe!" she said brightly. "Etan would never harm me?"
Her mother raised a skeptical eyebrow but kept walking towards her carefully, seeming to have no trouble on the rough forest floor despite her beautiful slippers, designed for walking around castles, not muddy forests.
"Don't worry, Ayleth, I'll have you home soon. Within days."
"But... I don't want to come home, mother. At least, not without Etan."
"No, mother." Ayleth stepped toward her mother and the air around them suddenly went colder, but she braced against it as her mother's smile went brittle, then disappeared altogether. "He is not. He is nothing that you've told me of the Summitras. Your people are lying to you. This family is warm and... and thoughtful, and the King is extremely upset that we have created the reason for war at a time of peace. They do not wish us harm—they reach for peace. They are cultured and intelligent and—"
"Enough!" her mother hissed. "No more praises for our enemy will cross your tongue," she said, swiping one hand forward. Ayleth felt the tingle in her skin and flinched as her jaw suddenly locked as if a strong hand held it gripped, keeping her teeth clenched.
Ayleth fought, struggling, screaming to her mother through clenched teeth to free her—and when her mother only stared, screaming to the Goddess to help her!
"The Goddess will do only what is good for your strength, Ayleth. She will not aid you in handing yourself and your power over to our enemy's hands."
"He is not my enemy!" Ayleth snarled through her teeth. "He is my love! And I will remain with him whether you wish it or not!"
Her mother's eyes widened. "You will regret that," she snarled. Then, to Ayleth's horror, she leaped forward, a blade flashing in the hand that had stayed behind her back, sunlight catching it just as her mother plunged it into her chest—
Ayleth woke with a sharp scream, clutching at her heaving chest. Etan was on his feet next to her in a flash, Borsche, as well, who must have given Falek time to sleep.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
The pain that had bloomed in Ayleth's chest was already almost faded completely, but she rubbed the space, swallowing and rolling her jaw that ached as if she'd been clenching it for hours. "Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry. It was just a dream."
"What's happened?!" Falek appeared from the trees, his sword drawn.
Ayleth shook her head and lifted a hand to soothe him. "Nothing," she said. "I'm sorry, it was a dream. That's all."
"A dream of what?" Falek asked.
Ayleth glanced at Etan, who watched her, concerned, but shook her head. "Just a nightmare. Please, don't be worried. I'm sorry I disturbed you all."
"It was almost time to wake you anyway if we were to make it to the City gates before the evening bell. Perhaps this was just the Father's way of getting us on the move," Borsche said with a small smile.