had worn that gown to a previous event, and how Madame Blah-blah-blah’s hair looked like a bird had chosen to nest in it.
Yes, she’d had opinions on everyone’s looks. Specifically their shortcomings. The irony of that still burned.
“Yes, well, I was young. I had a lot of growing up to do. And I’ve had a lot of years to do it.”
“And have you?” He leaned back in his chair, an arm rested on the table, an insolent expression on his face.
“Of course.”
“See, I thought you might be playing hide-and-seek.”
She stiffened and walked toward his end of the table and sat down, leaving an empty place between them. “What about you?”
“That’s certainly what I’m doing. But I’ve been found, and I am now ‘it,’ as they say. Means I have to face all this.”
“You sound about as thrilled as a man facing the gallows.”
Several servants entered with food on trays, laid out in front of them grandly, their glasses filled with wine.
“Are you permitted?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. So long as it’s not to excess. And anyway, I haven’t taken my vows yet, remember?”
He nodded slowly. “I do. That is significant.”
“It is.” The servants uncovered the platters and began to dish portions of rice, quail and vegetables onto her plate. She was surprised by how hungry she was. She hadn’t eaten all day and she hadn’t felt it. Because she’d been too filled up with nerves to do much of anything but worry.
“Why haven’t you?”
Her face heated. “I haven’t been permitted to take them yet.”
“So it isn’t your choice?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m committed.” She hesitated to say the words because they felt false somehow. Especially after her revelation just before she left the convent. That part of her still wanted something from this life. From this palace. From Xander. She pushed her doubts away. “I was miserable before I went to the convent. I had no idea what to do with myself, no idea what I was supposed to...do with my life. Everything changed for me after.”
“After I left,” he said.
The servants cleared the room and they were left alone in the vast dining area. Layna looked out the windows, into the darkness, trying to find a point to focus on, something to anchor her to earth. Something to make her feel like the world hadn’t changed entirely in the past twelve hours.
It was night out. There were still stars. She was still breathing.
“After you left,” she said. “And then after the attack.”
“I didn’t think of you when I left,” he said.
She laughed, and she surprised herself with her own bitterness. She’d done nothing but think about him. Worry for him. Pine for him. She’d lied a bit when she’d said he hadn’t broken her heart. As much as she didn’t believe she’d truly been in love with him, she’d cared.
Her heart and her future had been bound up in him. He’d been the man she’d imagined going to bed with at night. The man she’d thought she would have children with. The man who would make her a queen.
And then he’d gone, and taken with him her dreams. Her purpose.
Followed closely by the attack that took so many other things...gaining traction again had been nearly impossible.
“I didn’t imagine you had.”
“It was easier not to. But now I want to know.”
“It was your father who told me you’d gone,” she said. “And he asked that I return the ring.”
“Did he?” Xander asked, his voice soft, deadly sounding.
“Yes. It was part of the Drakos family crown jewels, I could hardly keep it.”
“Well, I’m sure it was badly missed in that dusty cabinet they keep it all in,” he said, his tone dry.
“Are you really offended on my behalf?” she said, her throat tightening, anger pouring through her, hot and fast. “A bit hypocritical since you were the one who left.”
“My leaving had nothing to do with you.”
“No, as you said, you never thought of me again.”
“I did. I thought of you after. It’s true that when I ran, I only thought of me, and I am sorry for that. But later, I thought of you. I couldn’t have been a husband to you, not under those circumstances.”
She took a bite of the rice and the rich flavor knocked out some of her anger. She did not eat food like this at the convent. Even considering the unfortunate nature of the conversation, the food was amazing. As was the wine.
She let silence fall between them while she enjoyed her meal. She made a mistake when she looked up, and her eyes caught his. And she couldn’t look away. Everything in her went taut, her breath pausing, her heart slamming forward. All she could do was stare at him.
He was so familiar. A face she tried never to remember. That perfect golden skin, the dark brown eyes fringed with thick black lashes. Lips that promised heaven when he smiled, and made a woman imagine he could take her to a beautiful sort of hell with a kiss.
All of that was so familiar.
But the lines around his mouth were harder now. Marks by his eyes showed the ghosts of his smiles.
He had been beautiful at twenty-one. At thirty-six he was no less stunning.
Time had not been quite so kind to her. And anyway, she had absolutely no business looking at him like she was. No business memorizing the new lines on his face. It was like she’d been in a coma, and she was slowly waking up. Slowly seeing new things. Or, remembering old things. She didn’t like it. She was starting to remember why she’d worked so hard to forget.
“I wasn’t meant to be your wife,” she said, looking back at her food.
“You don’t think?”
“Clearly not. I found a new calling. The place I’m supposed to be.”
“You think you’re better off hiding in the mountains than you are as the queen of Kyonos?”
She’d always thought she would be a good queen. But with a girl’s insight. She’d loved the idea of the status and power. That everyone else was so jealous of her for having caught Xander’s eye, or, more honestly, the eye of his parents.
Now she understood it had been her father’s merit more than her own that had earned her the consideration. At the time it hadn’t mattered. She’d only thought how beautiful she would look wearing the crown.
But
