Vhalla propped herself up on her elbows, rubbing her eyes. The curtains in the side room had been pulled back a tad and the beam of sunlight cutting through the air told her that it was sometime past dawn. “What time is it?”
Aldrik shifted. He only wore a cotton shirt—black this time—and black pants. Vhalla mused over how she had never seen him in anything less than long sleeves and long pants, save for the night with Elecia. He pulled a familiar silver watch from his pocket.
“Just after eight-thirty.” He clicked the watch closed and stashed it away.
“Just after eight-thirty and you’re up and working. And you’ve bathed.” She noted his hair was fixed. “Do you sleep?” The pillow muffled the end of her words as she fell back into it.
“Normally, not very much.” His quill scratched against the parchment.
“Normally?” she repeated, twisting her face to look at him from under the blankets.
“I slept well last night.”
“How did we make it to the bed?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“I brought you in when I noticed you’d passed out. I suppose my story on the Kingdom of Mhashan was that boring.” Aldrik glanced at her from the corners of his eyes.
Vhalla laughed guiltily.
“Elecia was right though,” he continued. “I couldn’t find one complaint with the chaises.”
Vhalla chewed that over for a second. “Wait,” she paused, “you slept on the couches?” Vhalla rolled onto her side to look up at him.
“Of course.” His brow furrowed slightly. “Did you think I would creep into your bed as you slept and spend the night lying with you without your permission?”
Vhalla stared at him. She had assumed falling asleep in his arms after kissing half the night away to be permission enough, but the chivalry in the statement was noted. However, any tenderness over the sentiment was quickly lost to laughter.
“What?” he asked, staring at her queerly.
“I kicked the crown prince out of his bed.” She rolled onto her back with laughter. “Oh, that is a story I wish I could share with someone.”
Aldrik grabbed the blankets and threw them over her face. “You’re annoying in the morning,” he said with a hint of amusement.
It sent Vhalla into a fit of giggles. “Oh I am sorry, mighty Aldrik.” She sat up, throwing the covers off her. “Am I a disturbance to your routine?” Vhalla put her hands on the bed between them and leaned over.
“Very much so,” he smirked.
“Fine, then I shall leave promptly.” Vhalla swung her feet off the bed.
She heard the rustle of his papers as he reached and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her onto his lap. He leaned over, and his lips were on hers. Vhalla sighed softly, she could get used to waking in this manner.
“I haven’t cleaned my mouth yet.” She quickly covered it with her hand as he pulled away.
“I know. It’s foul too. Washroom is there.” He grinned and pointed at an adjacent door.
Vhalla glared at him as she stood. She never knew a man who could be such an ass while still being so handsome. The moment the bathroom door closed, Vhalla suppressed another fit of giggles.
It was absolutely insane what was happening. It was absolutely insane how happy she was. Vhalla hummed as she ran her hand across the counter. It was a dark black marble, and the spigot was cast in gold. The tub was large enough for four people to sit comfortably, like a small pool carved from stone. There was an adjacent closet filled with more clothing than she knew he carried with him on the journey. The whole room was as opulent as the building itself, and Vhalla couldn’t believe that she had a place here.
There were a few bottles on the counter. She noticed one or two mostly empty clerical elixirs among them. Vhalla mused over which one he used for his hair, smelling a few that had the fresh scent of eucalyptus, as she located the one to cleanse her mouth with. Vhalla washed her face and ran her wet hands through her hair. It stayed back slightly from the dampness and she laughed.
“Look, I’m you.” Vhalla opened the door.
He glanced at her and then returned to his papers. “It looks awful,” he murmured.
“Now, now, don’t be mean to yourself,” she laughed lightly, sitting across from him on the end of the bed. “I think it’s striking on you.” Vhalla ran her fingers through her hair, teasing it back into its normal mess. Aldrik looked over his papers at her and said nothing, though she could have sworn there were the makings of a smile on his face.
“So what will you be doing today?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I suppose I’ll go back and ... see what everyone else is up to.” Vhalla shrugged.
“Will you return tonight?” Aldrik paused, searching for her reaction.
“Tonight?” She hadn’t thought of it.
“Yes, my parrot.” He grinned at her scowl. “Tonight, will you come back?” Aldrik placed his papers carefully on the pillows she previously occupied. He returned his quill to the inkpot on the bedside table.
“Do you wish it?” Vhalla wanted to hear him say it directly.
“I do.” Aldrik nodded.
“Then I will.”
“Do you wish it?” he returned the question.
“Of course I do.” Aldrik seemed relieved by her response. “Being near you is—”
There was a pounding on the door; they both looked out to the other room. Vhalla turned back to him, a deep scowl written across Aldrik’s features.
“Brother?” a voice boomed from the hallway. “Are you awake?”
“Stay here,” he said softly to her.
Vhalla nodded silently.
Aldrik swung his feet off the bed and stood. He started for the door and paused briefly. Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, Aldrik leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. She beamed up at him and he gave her a tired smile.
He closed the sliding paper-screen doors behind him as he left the room. Vhalla fell back on the bed with a contented sigh. She would be happy to never leave the Crossroads. The war could just go on as it was, and the Emperor could return back to the South to rule. She would be happy if she and Aldrik could hide away here forever.
Vhalla held her breath as she heard the door open.
“Good morning, brother.” She could hear Prince Baldair entering the room as he spoke, even though Vhalla was fairly certain that he hadn’t been given permission to by his older brother.
“Baldair,” Aldrik said curtly. Even she had a hard time imagining that voice belonging to the man who laid kisses upon her moments before. “To what do I owe this ... pleasure?”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” the younger brother inquired.
“Clearly not,” Aldrik sighed. “Is that all you came for?”
“Ah no, scouts have arrived. The Western forces will be joining us within an hour, two at most.” Vhalla heard Prince Baldair’s voice drawing closer.
“Oh? Excellent, I shall need to prepare for their arrival then.” Aldrik’s voice was also louder.
Vhalla sat. Should she hide?
Aldrik’s shadow appeared on the other side of the carved doors, blocking his brother’s path. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Good morning, Vhalla,” Prince Baldair called.
Her stomach turned to stone. One night, she had indulged herself for one night and the world couldn’t even give her that.
“You look rather foolish shouting at empty rooms,” Aldrik drawled.
She wondered how he kept his composure so well.
“You look rather foolish, brother, for being caught with something so simple,” Prince Baldair retorted. “You picked this place for their security, for their record keeping.” His laughter rang out and Vhalla winced, wondering how she ever thought it to be a charming sound. “It’s amazing for you to make a mistake so simple.”