“Oh, that.” Aldrik’s voice was flat, but not with displeasure. His younger brother grinned wildly. “Ophain thought it’d be good for us because there were boys somewhat near our age.” “When was this?” Elecia interjected.
“You were still a child,” Aldrik elaborated. Vhalla used the information to envision a thirteen year old Aldrik in the story.
“Those two boys were so full of themselves,” Baldair explained to Raylynn. “They were completely asking for it.”
“Why do I have a feeling this ends up being your fault?” Vhalla covered her mouth to hide her half-chewed food when she spoke.
Baldair gripped his shirt over his chest. “You wound me, Vhalla! Why would you assume it was my fault?”
“I can see why you like her,” Jax snickered to Aldrik, tossing his head in Vhalla’s direction.
Aldrik smiled smugly at Baldair, doing nothing to object. Vhalla ran her greasy palms over her loose-fitting pants. She saw Baldair roll his eyes at his elder brother before continuing the story, but Vhalla was momentarily lost.
Was she accepted among this group? Was she accepted at Aldrik’s side?
“... but if they hadn’t said Solaris was a dumb name, I wouldn’t have needed to take them out back,” Baldair was speaking.
“So then I find him, bruised and bloody.” Aldrik’s eagerness to continue the story betrayed his forcefully uninterested tone.
“And he says,” Baldair interjected while pointing at Aldrik, “‘No one can beat my brother but me!’ and charges! He punches the bigger of the two in the face!”
“You?” Vhalla and Elecia gaped in unison.
“A crown prince must demonstrate that he doesn’t tolerate others questioning his command.” Aldrik took another nonchalant bite of his food, which sent Vhalla into more pearls of laughter.
“I don’t think anyone has ever questioned your command.” Baldair rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him. It was a smile Aldrik shared, and both brothers paused. The other four at the table were forgotten. “Brother, when was the last time we talked like this?”
The second his sibling mentally reached out, Aldrik withdrew. It was heartbreaking to witness. His expression fell behind the mask that had been crafted as a survival mechanism over the years. But, Vhalla realized, she still didn’t understand why.
Even not understanding, she wanted to bridge that gap more than ever. She wanted them to often smile like they did. Their ease seemed so much more natural than the tense silence currently surrounding them.
“Aldrik.” Her fingers boldly slipped around his, where his hand rested on the table. “Your brother asked you a question,” she encouraged gently.
“Yarl,” the Emperor’s voice slithered across the room, and all levity shriveled up and died.
Vhalla turned slowly with the rest of the group, staring at the Emperor, who had somehow crossed half the distance between their table and the back entry. How long had he been there?
“I believe you meant, Prince Aldrik.”
Her hand slid slowly off her prince’s and into her lap. It was too late, however. The Emperor had seen. His frigid, unforgiving eyes hadn’t missed anything. Vhalla tightened her jaw, trying not to shiver as Emperor Solaris stared her down.
“Now, I think it is best if you leave,” the Emperor commanded.
Vhalla stood, allowing the scraps of her cloak to fall over the opposite side of the bench, accentuating the slash marks. “Vhalla, no, you—” Aldrik turned between her and his father, too caught off-guard to conjure his usual elegance.
“It’s fine, my prince.” She saved him from himself. Vhalla was sure to caress the words, my prince, as she spoke them. She treated them with all the care that his love deserved. She would give the Emperor what he asked for, she would use Aldrik’s titles, but not in the way he wanted.
“I do not expect to find you lingering here again.” The Emperor sat.
Raylynn and Jax were already making for the door. Even Elecia was quick on their heels.
“I would not want it to cause any confusion,” the Emperor explained.
“Confusion?” Vhalla repeated.
“Among the other commoners,” the Emperor said with emphasis. “They may get this mad notion that you are one of us.”
“Of course not, my lord. That’s a rather asinine notion.” Vhalla was unsuccessful at hiding all the bitterness from her voice.
“I think it also.” The Emperor’s eyes shone with malice. “Now, I suggest you spend the day proving to me why it is that I continue to let you live—”
“Father!” Aldrik slammed his palms on the table.
“—and move the archers’ wall using your magic, as was discussed,” the Emperor finished, deftly ignoring his son’s outburst.
Aldrik stood.
“Where do you think you are going?” Emperor Solaris asked. “I think it obvious.” Aldrik drew his height. “She is too valuable to go unprotected.”
“I need you this morning.” The room temperature seemed to rise as the current and future Emperors locked eyes in a staring match.
“I would rather go with Vhalla.” Aldrik threw the gauntlet. The Emperor’s eye twitched. “Your brother’s Golden Guard will be sufficient. Won’t it, Baldair?”
“Yes, we’ll look after her.” Baldair was quick to stand—quick to flee, more like—and he joined Raylynn and Jax.
“Father, this—”
“My prince,” Vhalla dared to interrupt. “I think, you must be tired still from your long sleep.” She tiptoed delicately with her words. “Your concern on my behalf is beyond what one like me deserves.” Vhalla lowered her eyes, hating herself immediately for the necessary act of humility. She wasn’t beneath Aldrik any longer, and the last man she wanted to humble herself before was the Emperor. “But I understand you have other duties. Please, consider them.”
“What a day, when the crown prince is reminded of his duties by a low-born girl,” the Emperor sneered. “Now sit, Aldrik. We have much to discuss.”
Vhalla watched Aldrik sink onto the bench. His shoulders were heavy, but his eyes were aflame. She let Baldair usher her into the sun. Vhalla searched for Aldrik’s image even as the door closed, praying he would continue the necessary dance. Her stomach tightened.
“So what needs to be done?” Vhalla asked no one in particular. One of the Golden Guard, Elecia, someone around her would know what was next. Her brain wasn’t working properly, she was so tired. All she could think of was Aldrik and his father alone in that overwhelming room.
A man pushed off from where he leaned against the side of the building next to the door. “I’ll show you what we need moved.”
Vhalla tensed instantly. Daniel. His dark brown hair was tied at the nape of his neck today, stray pieces floating around the stubble on his jaw. Vhalla’s lips pursed into a thin line. No one else spoke. Jax, Baldair, Elecia, Raylynn, half the army could’ve been standing there, but none of them saved Vhalla.
“Not you,” she breathed.
“I’m sorry.” Daniel took an unwelcome step toward her. “Let me apologize.”
Vhalla bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering in frustration. She wanted so badly to hate him. It would be so much easier if she could hate him for his petty jealousy.
“No one else knows?” Vhalla sought help from Baldair and
Raylynn. Jax and Elecia had already vanished—the traitors. “Daniel?” There was a whole language of words around the man’s name from Baldair’s mouth. The prince peered at the guard, apparent concern in his eyes at Daniel’s continued involvement with Vhalla. Raylynn seemed to hear the meaning as well, gazing expectantly at the Easterner.
“I know what I’m doing,” Daniel asserted to his friends. “I’ll show her what the majors decided to move.”