The Beauty of Darkness - Mary E. Pearson Page 0,151
Gwyneth had been all that mattered.
I reached out cautiously, offering my hand. “Congratulations on your betrothal.”
He took it with the same caution. “Thank you,” he answered.
Our hands returned to our sides in the same measured moves. He continued to eye me as if there was more he wanted to say. I had heard him come in last night and saw him when he quietly left the room. For someone betrothed to another, he didn’t hide his feelings well.
“I’ll see you out in the plaza,” he finally said. “What she faces there today will be harder for her than the traitors she confronted last night. She won’t be facing those she needs to throw in prison, but those she needs to rally. She’ll need us both there.”
He started to leave, then glanced down the dark stairwell and back at me. “Don’t do it,” he said, his gaze meeting mine. “The time will come, but not now. Not this way. You’re better than him.”
And then he walked away.
* * *
I left my weapons with the guard before I entered the cell. My father’s eyes locked onto mine, and immediately all I saw in them was calculation again. It never ended.
“Son,” he said.
I smiled. “You really think that will work?”
“I made a terrible mistake. But a man can change. Of my sons, I loved you the most, because I loved your mother. Cataryn—”
“Stop!” I ordered. “You don’t throw people you love out like garbage. You don’t bury them in unmarked graves! I don’t want to hear her name on your lips. You’ve never loved anything in your life.”
“And what do you love, Kaden? Lia? How far will that get you?”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know that blood is thicker and more lasting than a fleeting affair—”
“Is that all it was with my mother? The one you claim to have loved so much? A fleeting affair?”
His brows pulled together, plaintive, sympathetic. “Kaden, you are my son. Together we can—”
“I’ll make you a deal, Father.”
His eyes brightened.
“You sold my life for a single copper. I’ll let you buy yours back right now for the same. Give me a copper. It’s little enough to ask.”
He looked at me, bewildered. “Give you a copper? Now?”
I extended my palm, waiting.
“I don’t have a copper!”
I withdrew my hand and shrugged. “Then you’ll lose your life, just like I lost mine.”
I turned to leave but stopped to tell him one last thing. “Since you plotted with the Komizar, you’ll die by his justice too. And just so you know, he likes those facing execution to suffer first. You will.”
I left and heard him calling after me, liberally using son in his appeals, and I knew if I hadn’t left my knives behind, he would have been dead already, and that would have been too easy an end for him.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
“Sit,” I ordered.
“Where?”
“The floor. And don’t move. I want to speak with her alone first.”
I looked at the soldiers who had accompanied me. “If he moves so much as a toe, you are to cut it off.”
They smiled and nodded.
* * *
I walked through my parents’ living quarters and opened the door to their bedroom chamber.
My mother lay in a disheveled heap at the foot of the bed, looking like a child’s rag doll that had been emptied of its stuffing. My father lay in the center, pale and immobile. Her hand rested on the bedcovers that swallowed him up, as if she lashed him to this earth. No one, not even death, would sneak past her. She had already lost her eldest son, her other sons were missing and in grave danger, and her husband had been poisoned. How she had managed to gather the strength to stand with me yesterday I wasn’t sure. She had drawn from a well that looked empty now. There is not always more to take, I thought. Sometimes so much can be taken that what is left doesn’t matter.
She sat up when she heard my footsteps and her long black hair fell in disarray over her shoulders. Her face was gaunt, her eyes veined from tears and fatigue.
“It was you who ripped the last page from the book,” I said. “I thought it was someone who hated me very much, and then I realized it was just the opposite. It was someone who loved me very much.”
“I didn’t want this for you,” she said. “I did everything I could to stop it.”
I walked across the room, and when I sat beside her, she pulled me