Chapter 156: Whitefall XIII

Chapter 156: Whitefall XIII

Despite all efforts to still my reaction, something in my face answered for me.

Melody immediately backpedaled. Not like that! Its justat the center of so much gossip mystery, youll have a long line of ladies looking to make an introduction. Some of whom you likely wish to avoid offending. Were we to secure a temporary engagement, it would lighten that burden of suitors somewhat. Not completely, but

Melody trailed off and placed her face in both hands, a flush creeping down her cheeks to her neck.

I patted her gently on the back, keeping my hand high. I admire your courage, my lady.

Stop. Ive never been so embarrassed. Her hands muffled her voice.

If it helps, Im also a little embarrassed, I said. Here I am, in the company of a woman as beautiful as she is clever

Stop. Melody dragged out the word.

A woman I wouldnt bat an eye at courting, were circumstances different. And yet, I cannot reciprocate her advances.

Melody evaluated me, some of the drunkenness fading from her eyes. Her mouth dropped open, as if the gods themselves spelled it out for her. Your heart is spoken for.

The statement startled me. I was aware Id underestimated Melody from the beginning, but I couldnt fathom how shed put that together. I stared out into the night. Honestly, its the opposite. Im not sure Im capable of love.

She was quiet for a few moments, absorbing the statement. You know, you cant just put something like that out in the open like that without explaining it. Then, a beat later. Wait. Did something happen between you and the infernal emissary?

No, I said. But Id hesitated, and Melody pounced on the lapse.

Of course, Melody groused. Shes so mature, and put together, and capable of magic, and shes always swishing that tail of hers back and forth so seductively

I snorted, then laughed. Perhaps it was possible in certain contexts for an infernal to swish their tail back and forth seductively, but it was most often an expression of nervousness. Almost a tic.

Youre making light of me. Melody turned away and crossed her arms.

Im not. Justindulge mewhat gave you that idea? That there was anything between the emissary and me.

Hate and love often act as the sun and moon. Distant reflections of each other. Shes too angry with you, Melody said. Sometimes, in the quiet moments, when conversation ebbs, and shes reminiscing, its like shes simmering just below a boil. That kind of anger doesnt come from nowhere. Either you did something awfulwhich Im having trouble imaginingor she loved you once, and you let her down.

We I paused, weighing my words carefully. If it was anyone else, I might have fed them a tall tale about some foreign fiancee my father intended to pair me with. But considering how perceptive shed proven herself to be, it was entirely possible shed see through the lie and draw the wrong conclusions. It was a little of both. Maya and I had a moment. We were close for a long time. But when things grew dire, I did something difficult. Something I thought was necessary to protect her. And my actions wounded her deeply.

Was it as necessary as you thought? Melody asked.

Yes. The answer jumped to my lips, then faded unspoken. There was a time I could have sworn to it. When I believed that cutting all contact with the sanctum and allowing almost everyone I knew to think I was dead was the correct course. The only course. Beyond being unfathomably powerful, Thoth had eyes everywhere and used augury to spy on her enemies frequently.

The enchanted ring on my finger glinted in the dark. It grew hot to the touch and trembled in the presence of a scrying spell, along with blocking the effects. With it, I hid from Thoth after the fall. It made sense. You cant spy on a dead man. And if shed looked in on any of my close allies, shed see all the grief one would expect from those who recently lost a friend.

It was necessary in the short-term, to be certain. But after the first year, when the ring grew cool and never once warmed again, Id maintained my silence.

I told myself there was no way to be sure. Thoth was unpredictable. It wasnt beyond her to pretend to lose interest as a shrewd feint, only to start back up again and catch me unprepared. I intended to wait only a few weeks to make contact. Those weeks stretched into months and beyond.

Because it was more than just caution. More than just busying myself with clearing dangerous corrupted creatures from the sanctum.

I was afraid. Terrified of what shed do to the infernals for hiding me, but more intimately, afraid of coming face to face with her again.

I dont know, I finally answered.

Melody appeared lost in thought. Not wanting to rush her, I pushed the wineskin away and took up a bowl of stew. It was cool, bordering on cold, the steam filtering up from the bowl long since faded. But the flavor was exquisite. Salty, and rich, and perfectly spiced. I peered at it suspiciously.

Did a fae sneak into camp and replace the cook?

Melody scoffed at herself. My mothers recipe. Was supposed to be a part of the whole pitch. Not only is she cute, she knows her way around a stew! But then I choked and messed up the order.

Happens to the best of us. I pointed my spoon at her. But let it be said. Youre a stew artist.

A stew aficionado? Melody tried.

A mage, with the element of stew.

We shared a quiet laugh. The air took on a sudden chill as evening slid into night.

You know, you never answered me, Melody said suddenly.

About what? I asked.

She gave me a meaningful look. Whatever happened, Maya still cares for you. You made a mistake. Maybe its fixable, maybe it isnt. But if you truly believe what you said, that youre incapable of love, it wont be.

I nearly accepted her advice and moved on. But I couldnt. The offhand remark Id made was tied to something deeper, something I was almost desperate to unpack.

Its not that Im incapable. In some ways, I fall a little too easily. A chance meeting, a sultry glance, whispered words in the dark. Ive never been with someone I didnt love in some capacity, even if only for a day. I think that might be part of the problem.

Tired and frustrated, I sent down a circle for her. Maya peered at it, then chose to ignore it, climbing the wagon effortlessly and sitting beside me. We jostled as the signaling whistle echoed through the caravan as lanterns were lit, bathing the surrounding plains in a dull orange glow, and the caravan began to move.

How are you? Maya asked quietly.

I reached out to the air, my brow furrowed, adjusted the currents so they stopped our voices from leaving the small perimeter. All turned around.

Your father was not what I expected.

Nor I.

Hes craftier than Id imagined from the stories. More reserved.

He killed one of his honor guard right in front of you, I pointed out.

Maya shook her head. Hes a violent man, to be sure. Savage. But he wears that savagery like a cloak. Disguises the cunning within. Shrouds himself in blood, the way others put on airs.

Not all the savagery is for show, I warned. Right now, were something he wants. People he has plans for. Mostly, that violence is exactly what it appears to be.

Youre being reductive, Maya accused.

Youre picking a fight.

Hardly.

I rubbed my temples again. Well done, by the way.

Well done with what? Maya asked, her expression defensive.

With everything. For how you dealt with my father. That was a diplomatically charged situation in every possible way, but you played your hand perfectly. And made sure you had a winning card up your sleeve.

Maya crossed her arms and looked away. I expected youd be angry that I didnt mention the queens progress.

Sure, I would have liked to have known. But its not as if the gods have spoiled us for time since I returned. And if it wasnt for you, everything would have spiraled out of control.

Youre welcome, Maya said. Her brow suddenly furrowed. How many times did you die, fighting the drephin? Maya asked.

I studied her, trying to understand why she was bringing this up now. Once.

Maya leaned forward, elbows perched on her knees, the pointed tip of her tail snaking up and wrapping around her wrist. I realized something during your absence. Kind of pointless given the timing, but in a twisted way, it was a comfort.

Tell me.

That even if you hadnt died, the version of you I cherished could have disappeared without warning. Experiences we shared, still fresh in my memory, gone to you. A passing moment in my life spanning an eternity in yours.

I felt brittle, exposed. What she had just stated so clearly, Id been too cowardly to dwell on.

Its less than you think, I said quietly, referring to the time Id lost to resets. It was impossible to pin down exactly how much. If I was forced to guess? Probably a year and a half, maybe two.

I reached out a hand, and Maya passed the pipe. I took a long drag and held it, feeling that old familiar tingle in my lungs, then breathed out. Maya stared into the night, searching the shadows.

The quantity doesnt matter, she finally said. What matters is that the gap between us will never diminish. It was always going to grow. Youll change and adapt, do whatever you need to do to overcome whatever trials you face. Meanwhile, I stagnate. And eventually, one day, Ill no longer even recognize you.

I wanted to point out the fact that shed changed nearly as much as I had, if not more so. But that would only lead to an argument. And there was a troubling degree of truth to the greater point she was making.

Where does that leave us? I finally asked.

I dont know, Maya admitted. All I can say for certain is that I believe in what youre trying to do. To the point I was ready to carry on alone, doing everything in my power to bring the future we imagined to fruition. I wont abandon that commitment now that youre back.

Ill take all the help I can get, I admitted. Then, I hesitated. Im sorry, Maya. I never meant to leave you in the dark for so long. She just I trailed off.

Maya placed her hand on mine, and I started. Her face was hard, her lips thin. She scares me too.

We sat in silence for a while. It reminded me of the chilly evenings wed spent out in the cold on Barions roof. On many of them, we hadnt talked at all. It was a rare thing, to find a person I could sit alongside in silence without growing uncomfortable. Sometimes, we do our best talking without uttering a single word.

The sun finally crested, light rolling through the crossing like a growing wave, illuminating vast meadows as the incline flattened. The caravan shifted east, taking the mountain pass towards a nostalgic sprawl of buildings, their roofs covered in white, diminutive in the face of the massive castle that loomed over them.

Maya stood up suddenly, straining to see Its huge. Is that?

I thought of everyone I was about to see. My sisters. My mother. Id never intended to stay away for so long. Even now, there was a part of me that wondered if they were truly alive, or if wed arrive to find the castle empty, dead.

But I could see thousands of people coming to and from the city gates. None of them were running. There was no smoke in the distance, no fire. Thoth wasnt lurking in the tall grass, ready to leap out and gloat that shed taken action early.

My kingdom, the people Id once spurned, and the family Id once rejected. They were all waiting for me. Id do things right this time. No matter the cost.

I stood and stretched. Maya continued to stare at the carved-out mountain, awestruck.

Welcome to Whitefall.