Entwined(15)

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Oh,” Azalea stammered. “Just…dancing, actually.”

“Yes, I can see that,” said the King.

The girls shuffled their feet in the snow.

“We were quiet about it,” chirped Hollyhock. “Quieter than crickets!”

The King scratched his head distractedly. Up close he looked so tired and worn, the little lines around his eyes deeper than Azalea remembered, as was the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“Don’t be cross,” said Azalea. “It’s all right, truly—no one saw us.”

“Just because no one sees or hears, that does not mean it is all right,” said the King. He took Azalea by the shoulders, firmly enough that it made Azalea cringe.

“Mourning,” said the King, “is meant to show the grief inside us. Dancing dishonors your mother’s memory. It is badly done, Azalea! As the future queen, you should know better! Badly done!”

The reprimand stung. Azalea suddenly felt how cold the wind was, and how it bit her face. She turned her head.

“Go home,” said the King, releasing her and rubbing his hand across his face. “All of you. At once, before it storms.”



That evening, Azalea argued with her sisters. Very rarely did they argue, but tempers were high, and they had been made to eat dinner in their room, a cramped and stifling punishment. Rain pattered against the windows, and dripped into a bowl on the table from the leaky roof. The girls huddled around the massive fireplace, faces pinched as they sipped mushroom soup. At least the soup was hot.

“I just think we should all apologize,” said Azalea. She buttered another leftover-from-the-luncheon roll for Ivy, who grasped it eagerly. “Even if we don’t agree with him. We can’t leave it like this.”

“I just think it’s rum,” said Bramble, rubbing her hands against her steaming bowl. “The first time he speaks to us in days, and he yells at us.”

“He’ll speak to us before he leaves,” said Azalea. “He has to. It’s rule number twenty-one. You remember? Giving a formal good-bye. We always line up in the entrance hall before he leaves on extended R.B.”

Bramble smiled a thin, grim smile.

“Eating with a family was also a rule,” she said.

Delphinium’s lips, throughout the exchange, became tighter and more pursed. She kept casting glances at Eve, who had been drawn and silent all evening. Eve sat on the edge of her bed and let out the strangled noise of crying while trying not to cry.

“Eve?” said Azalea.

Eve toyed with her spectacles in her lap.

“All right,” said Azalea. “Delphinium?”

Delphinium raised her pointed chin, casting a stubborn, defiant look. Eve swallowed and spoke.

“He won’t say good-bye,” she said. Her dark blue eyes remained focused on her spectacles. “He’ll leave without even coming to see us.”

Everyone looked at each other, then at Azalea. Azalea’s brows creased.

“Now, Eve—”

“She’s right,” said Delphinium, tossing her wadded-up napkin to the ground. “Oh, crabskins. I can’t believe you all haven’t figured it out yet. Eve and I figured it out two days ago!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The King,” said Eve. “He doesn’t—” She tugged on the ends of her thick dark hair. Delphinium stepped in.

“He doesn’t love us,” said Delphinium. “And he doesn’t want us.”

She was so pale, Azalea wondered if she actually would faint, instead of just feigning it. Hollyhock, Ivy, and the twins looked from Azalea to Delphinium, their eyes wide. Azalea crossed her arms.

“What? Of course he loves us,” she said. “Of course he does. Delphinium, really.”

“He—he would eat meals with us,” said Flora bravely. “And—and he let us have dance slippers, for lessons.”

“He ate meals and gave us dance slippers,” said Delphinium, “because Mother was here and she wanted him to. Can’t you see? The only time he ever paid any attention to us was if Mother wanted him to. Now that Mother’s gone, why would he care? He’s probably glad he’s leaving.”

“Delphinium—”

“Lea?” said Flora.

Azalea stacked the empty bowls together so hard they knocked together. She told herself she didn’t have favorite sisters, but if she did, Delphinium would not be one of them.

“It’s nonsense,” said Azalea. “Bramble doesn’t believe it, either.”

“Well, Az.” Bramble tapped her spoon against the rim of her bowl. “He hasn’t made a great show of loving us.”

Azalea set the bowls down on the table with a clatter. “You too? How could you all think such a terrible thing? He—he wanted to open the ball with me, remember?”

“Because Mother told him to,” Delphinium whispered. “And he left you with Fairweller.”

Azalea threw a spoon at Delphinium—it missed and hit the drapes of the window seat behind her—and she turned hard, her skirts swishing behind her. She strode to the door.

“I’ll go fetch him, and bring him up now,” she said, her hand grasping the latch so tightly her hand throbbed. “You’ll see. It’s not true! You’ll see!”