“News?” Allesandra cocked her head quizzically, and Semini’s mouth tightened under the grizzled beard.
“It just came to me through one of the Faith’s contacts,” he told her. “I thought perhaps the news hadn’t quite reached the palais yet. The Regent ca’Rudka has been removed by the Council of Ca’ and is currently imprisoned in the Bastida.”
“Oh, by Cenzi…” Allesandra breathed, genuinely shocked by what he’d just said. What does this mean? What’s happened there? If the Archigos was offended by Allesandra’s curse, he showed nothing. He nodded into her flustered silence.
“Yes. I was rather amazed myself.” His voice dropped low and he leaned in toward her, turning his head so that his lips were very near her ear. The sound of his low growl made her shiver. “I worry that this changes… everything for us, Allesandra.”
Then he stepped back again and her neck was cold, even in the early summer warmth. “Archigos…” she began. What have I done? How can I stop the White Stone now? With the Regent gone, it’s all for nothing. Nothing. What have I done? She glanced up at the pigeons circling the golden domes of the temple. There were dozens of them, diving and rising and intertwining like the possibilities whirling in her head. “You trust the source of this news?”
“I do,” he rumbled. “Gairdi has never been wrong before. No doubt the Hirzg will hear the same from his own sources soon. News like this
…” His head swiveled side to side above the green robes, the beard moving on the cloth. “It will travel like wildfire in a drought. Has the Council gone mad? From all I’ve heard, Audric’s not capable of being Kraljiki. And with ca’Rudka in the Bastida…”
“ ‘Those swallowed by the Bastida a’Drago rarely emerge whole.’ ” Allesandra finished the thought for him-an old saying in Nessantico, usually muttered with a scowl and a gesture meant to ward off curses directed toward the dark stones and impassive towers of the Bastida. “I feel sorry for ca’Rudka. I liked the man, despite what he did to my vatarh.” She took a long breath, glancing again at the pigeons, settling in the courtyard again now that most of the worshipers had departed for their homes. Now that she’d had time to absorb the news, the shock had passed, but the question still whirled in her mind. What have I done?
“This changes nothing,” she told Semini firmly, wishing she were as certain as she made her voice sound. “The Regent has simply been replaced by the Council, some of whom undoubtedly intend to be the next Kralji. Audric is still Audric, and when he falls… well, then we will be in a position to do what we must. Don’t worry, Archigos.”
He nodded and bowed to her. Carefully, looking around once more, he put his hands around hers, pressing them between his own for a moment. “I will pray that you’re right, A’Hirzg,” he said quietly. “Perhaps… perhaps we could talk more of this-privately-later this morning.” His eyebrows arched above piercing, unblinking eyes.
“All right,” she told him, wondering if this was what she really wanted. She would have to think further, to be certain. “In two turns of the glass, perhaps. In my chambers at the palais?”
“I will make sure my schedule is cleared,” he told her. He smiled. He took a step back from her and gave her the sign of Cenzi, bowing as he did so. “I look forward to it,” he said. “Greatly.”
“A’Hirzg…” As soon as the hall servant had closed the door behind him, as soon as he realized that they were alone, Semini had come to her and taken her hand. She let him hold it for a few breaths, then stepped back from him. She gestured at the table set in the middle of the room.
“I had my staff prepare us a luncheon.”
He looked at it, and she saw the disappointment in his face.
She had been considering what she wanted to do ever since she’d left him. She needed Semini, yes, but in all likelihood she could have that help without being his lover. Yet… she had to admit that he was attractive, that she found herself leaning toward him. She remembered the few times she’d allowed herself to have lovers, remembering the heat and long, lingering kisses, the gasping sliding of intertwined bodies, the moments when all rational thought was lost in swirling, blind ecstasy.
She would have enjoyed having a husband who was also a lover and a partner, with whom she could have true intimacy. She could feel the void in her souclass="underline" she had no true friends, no family she loved and who loved her in return. Archigos Ana might have been her captor, but she’d also been more of a matarh to her than her own, and Vatarh had taken that from her when he’d finally ransomed her. And when she’d finally returned to the vatarh whom she’d once loved so deeply, it was to find that his affection no longer shone down on her like the very sun, but now was concentrated entirely on Fynn. Vatarh had instead married her off-a political prize to seal the agreement bringing West Magyaria into the Coalition. She loved the son that came from her spousal duty and he had loved her also as a child, but his age and Fynn were pulling him away from her.
Early on, she had imagined coming back to Nessantico-perhaps as the Hirzgin, perhaps as a claimant to the Sun Throne itself. She had imagined her friendship with Ana restored, of the two of them working together to create an empire that would be the wonder of the ages. But now Ana was gone forever, stolen from her.
She had herself. She had no one else.
You like Semini well enough, and it’s obvious he’s already in love with you. But he was also nearly two decades older, and they were both married. There was no future with him-unless, perhaps, he could become the Archigos of a unified Faith.
You’re thinking like your vatarh. You’re thinking like old Marguerite.
Semini stared at the meal on the table: the cold, sliced meats, the bread, the cheese, the wine. “If the A’Hirzg is hungry, then.. .”
You could end up as lonely as Ana was, as Marguerite was. Why shouldn’t you let yourself be close to someone, to enjoy them? You need someone who is your ally, your lover…
She touched his back, let her hand trail down his spine. “The meal,” she said, “was for appearances. And for later.”
“Allesandra-” He had turned toward her, and the hopeful look on his face nearly made her laugh.
She lifted up on her toes, her hand on his shoulders, and kissed him. His beard, she found, was surprisingly soft, and the lips underneath yielded to her. She brought her heels back down to the floor and took his hands, looking up at him with her head cocked to one side. His mouth was slightly open. “We would have to be careful, Semini,” she told him. “So very careful.”
His fingers tightened on hers. He leaned down toward her and she felt his lips brush her hair, moving as he spoke. “Cenzi has my soul,” he whispered. “But you, Allesandra, you have my heart. You always had my heart.” The words were so unexpected, so clumsy and cloying that she nearly laughed again, though she knew it would destroy him. She started to speak, to say something in return, but he leaned down again and kissed her brow, softly. She turned her face toward his, her arms going around him. The kiss was longer and urgent, his breath sweet, and the depth of her own hungry response startled her. She broke away reluctantly, hugging him tightly, her breath trembling.
His lips brushed her hair, his breath on her ear made her shiver. “This is what I want, Allesandra, more than anything.”
She didn’t answer him with words, but with her mouth and her hands.
Karl ca’Vliomani
“ I can’t believe I’m seeing this. Has the Council of Ca’ gone entirely insane?”
Sergei, sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs in a corner of the cell, inclined his head significantly toward the garda leaning against the wall outside the bars of the cell. “No,” he said, his voice so low that Karl had to lean forward to hear it. “Not insane. Just eager to pick Audric’s bones clean when he falls. And me?” He laughed bitterly. “I was the easiest jackal for the pack to shove aside. I’m to be the scapegoat for everything, including Ana’s death.”