Ash Princess (Ash Princess Trilogy #1)(84)
“Thank you.” The words come out a choked whisper, but she hears them and turns to look at me for a moment before nodding and slipping out the door.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard my Shadows this silent. There is always something—breathing, whispers, movement—but now there is nothing.
“I’m fine,” I say when I can’t stand it anymore. It’s a lie, we all know it, but if I say it enough times maybe it’ll turn true.
They don’t reply, though I hear one of them shift in their seat. I hear another one—Heron, I think—let out a loud exhale. There is nothing for them to say. Nothing will take away my pain; nothing will change what happened. Silence is easiest for all of us.
I slip into bed, careful to stay on my side, curled up in a ball like an infant. I bury my face in one of my pillows and let myself cry as quietly as I can, but I know they can still hear me.
Artemisia’s voice comes first, softer than I’ve ever heard it. It wraps around me like a silk shawl, light and cool.
“Walk through the fog with me,
My beautiful child.
We’re off to dreamland, my dear,
Where the world turns wild.”
Her voice breaks as she sings the old Astrean lullaby, and I know she’s crying, too. The thought of Artemisia crying is ludicrous. She’s always so strong, so sure of everything. Is she thinking of her mother singing the song to her, as I am? I can almost feel my mother’s fingers stroke through my hair, almost smell the garden scents that clung to her.
Heron’s deep baritone joins in like a gentle hand on my shoulder, calm and reassuring.
“Today is done, the time has come
For little birds to fly.
Tomorrow is near, the time is here
For old crows to die.”
The words wrench a sob from me that I can’t control. My Shadows don’t mean anything by it, I know. They don’t—can’t—know that they were some of the last words Ampelio whispered to me before I killed him. Did he ever sing the lullaby to me before? Did he hold me in his arms once and rock me to sleep? I want to believe he did.
Blaise adds his voice next, and it’s so terrible that I almost laugh, despite everything. It warbles at the edges and is horribly off-pitch, but he sings anyway because he knows I need to hear it.
“Dream a dream of a world unknown,
Where anything can be.
Tomorrow you’ll make your dreams come true,
But tonight, child, dream with me.”
Theodosia Eirene Houzzara. The name sings through my body, softening me. I repeat it over and over, clutching it the way a child holds on to her favorite blanket.
My tears stop, though my shaking doesn’t. It won’t anytime soon.
“S?ren can’t be far behind the letter. A day or two at most,” I say after a moment. My voice sounds stronger than I feel. “As soon as he’s back, the plan is in motion. After what I told him about his mother in that letter, he won’t want to wait before confronting his father. Even if he doesn’t do so publicly, the whole palace will know about it within the hour. You’ll need to pick a guard to frame for the murder, one of the Kaiser’s closest. Heron, you’ll tear a piece of his shirt, take his blade, his hair tie, any clue that could lead back to him and the Kaiser.”
“I think I liked the look of the one who led the men dragging you out of bed today,” Heron says, and though his voice is quiet and gentle, there’s a hard edge beneath it.
“I heartily agree with that choice,” I tell him before turning to Artemisia’s wall. “Artemisia, go down to the cypress grove and see if your mother has returned from Vecturia yet.”
Silence follows my words for a few breaths, leading me to expect a retort or a scoff.
“Yes, My Queen,” she says instead.
It’s the first time she’s called me that without a hint of sarcasm.
I take a steadying breath. “Then, as soon as S?ren moves against his father, I’ll kill him.” My voice doesn’t waver when I say the words, though they still twist my stomach. With the pain from the Kaiser’s punishment fresh, my feelings for S?ren feel less important. I can do it, I tell myself, and I almost believe it.
“How?” Blaise asks quietly. The word isn’t laced with doubt like it might have been even yesterday; it’s a genuine inquiry.
I bite my lip and burrow farther under the covers, as if I can escape the thought of S?ren’s open smile on the boat, the way he held me, making me feel safe for the first time in a decade, the way he looked at me as if he understood me.
“He trusts me,” I say finally, hating the words as I speak them. “He’ll never see it coming.”
Slowly, one by one, their breathing turns long and even, but try as I might, I can’t join them in dreamland. I’m sure that nothing pleasant awaits me there, no better world, certainly. Only nightmares, plagued by the Kaiser’s hands, the Theyn’s whip, Ampelio’s blood, my mother’s lifeless eyes.
My door opens quietly and I turn to see Blaise slip inside and draw his hood back. I should tell him to leave, because if he’s discovered here, now, everything will be ruined. He must know it as well, but neither of us says a word as he shrugs off his cloak and slides into the bed next to me. He opens his arms and I hesitate only a second before curling into him, resting my head on his chest and holding on to him like he’s the only thing anchoring me to this world. His arms come around me as best they can, careful to avoid touching my back.