Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
“I never have that problem,” I tease, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle from him.
He hugs me again, pulling me closer. I love the feel of his arms around me and so I press his head to my bosom and hug him like I would a child, stroking the horns that sweep back from his brow.
Nemeth immediately stiffens, his body growing tense against me.
Oh. I’ve done something improper, I suspect. I pull back, lifting my hands. “I’m sorry. Is touching your horns bad?”
“It is…a strong sort of touch.” His voice is tight.
Oh dragon shite, he’s told me that before, hasn’t he? And I’ve completely forgotten. “As in, not the sort of touch a friend gives a friend. I’m so sorry.”
Nemeth nods at me and lets me go. I’m left feeling vaguely disappointed and sad that he doesn’t pursue things more. That he doesn’t fling me down onto the bed and fuck me until stars burst behind my eyes.
He needs for this to be a true marriage between us—a mating, as he calls it—but I am Liosian.
If I choose him, I lose everything the moment I get out of this awful tower.
I’m not sure I’m ready to make that choice yet. Picking up my letters, I move back to the bed and sit down to read. Nemeth retrieves his book, opens it to a page, and starts reading.
It’s quiet between us, and it’s not a comfortable quiet in the slightest.
The letters from Nurse and Riza are less guilt-inducing than Erynne’s letter. Both of them are sweet and full of worry over me, and they tell me all about Erynne and court—what the latest fashions are, who recently got married, and who inherited a fortune. They tell me of Allionel and his baby activities, and it’s clear that both of them adore him. It seems like the entire court does. I read their letters multiple times over the next several days while Nemeth makes careful lists of meals we can make that will stretch our food and firewood.
I offer to help him with it, but he has a workbook he pores over, numbers he moves back and forth, and I give up trying to assist. He has a system worked out, and I’m just slowing him down. I read my letters again and again instead, as Nemeth’s food supply is delivered in much the same way as mine. I expected them to deliver it through magical means, since they have lights that shine without fuel and the ability to meld their bodies with the shadows, but Nemeth assures me this is not infallible. To move through the shadows, one must see where they are going, and with a wall in the way, no one can trust where to arrive.
Plus, they are not allowed to step foot inside the tower, and he is not allowed to go out.
When they arrive on the Solstice (as planned), I have to hide upstairs from the Fellians. Hiding in the shadows and watching isn’t enough, because they can see in the dark. It makes me feel like I’m being punished even if I know Nemeth’s request is reasonable. I sit upstairs and read through my letters for the dozenth time as Nemeth waits downstairs for his supplies.
We’re supposed to pray to the Golden Moon Goddess on the Solstice but I don’t feel much like praying to her—or to any of the gods. They can just enjoy my presence here in the tower and know I’m doing my stupid, ridiculous duty to them. I flick through Riza’s letter.
And then Nurse’s.
A thought occurs to me and I pick up Erynne’s letter from the stack and read through it again.
No one has mentioned the war.
There’s not a single mention of the fleet of ships that were waiting in the harbor last solstice for a good wind. No mention of their arrival to Darkfell lands or how the conquest is going. If the Fellians are fighting back or if they have been completely destroyed. I’ve seen just how large the Liosian army is and I can’t imagine the war is going well, even if Fellians can blend with shadows. How very curious that they didn’t say anything about it at all.
Could it be because they’re afraid Nemeth would get the information? That seems the most likely reason. If so, I’m a little hurt that Erynne and Riza and Nurse don’t trust me enough not to blab about state secrets. Am I not here in this wretched tower because I love my country?
Hurt, I look to the stairs, but there’s still no sign of Nemeth. He’s been down on the first floor for a while now, and I worry that he’s getting the same abrupt treatment I did. I put on my slippers and grab my skirts so they don’t rustle, tiptoeing down the dark stairs without a light, counting until I get to the thirty-fifth out of the forty steps. Then I sit, straining my ears to hear.