going.” Her voice sharpens with resolve. “At least, that’s where I’m trying to go.”
That explains the money, her coin counting. Saving payment for another long journey. “After the Gates.”
“I planned to try and get passage up the Ark, but there’s too much traffic. Scarlet Guard, Prairie armies, raiders. And if the Silver alliance in the east decides to attack Montfort directly, that’s the route they’ll take.” Lyrisa traces each step on the wood grain of the rail, and I see it in my mind, familiar as my charts. “So I’ll hire a boat in Mizostium. Cross the Sea of Tirax. And find another boat to take me upriver, along the Rion Granda. Into the mountains. And freedom.”
I puff out a breath. “That is a long way.” Obviously, idiot.
She doesn’t move. “It’s worth the cost.”
Money, she has to spare. But her life? I want to tell her what danger she’ll be in, and not just from a Lakelander prince. The triarchs, the raiders—and then when she reaches the Republic itself. Why would they take in a Silver princess?
“You’ve been planning this for a long time” is all I say instead, feeling like a coward.
She shrugs. The moonlight bounces off the water below, rippling on her face. The dark freckles across her cheeks stand out, highlight the upturned angle of her eyes. She seems made of stone, not flesh.
“Not really. I knew I wanted to run, but that was it. Until Montfort revealed themselves in their attack on Norta, I had no plan. I just knew I had to run.” Her face is still but her hands are nervous, fingers twitching over one another. “Now there’s an opportunity for something different.”
“A land where you’re equal to any Red standing next to you.”
She turns to me sharply. Her gaze is electric, charged with something I don’t understand. “I heard the Disputed Lands were like that too.”
“We call ourselves the Freelands. And I wish that were true. Just like in the Crownlands, a divide exists. We might not live at the mercy of Silvers here, but we certainly live apart, our worlds separate even on the river.” I suspect the Republic is secretly the same. Divided and weak. “I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever met a Silver willing to give up so much over a bad marriage.”
Her eyes narrow to slits and I feel like I’ve misstepped. My skin crawls. Idiot.
“Red or Silver, men always have trouble comprehending the lives of women.”
All I can do is bob my head, nodding. Anything else feels like another mistake. “My mother would agree with you,” I finally say, hoping to turn the conversation. I don’t want it to end. If nothing else, it’s helping pass the terror of this night. “She lives in Mizostium, near the East Gate.”
Lyrisa knows what I’m doing but allows it anyway. She looks back to the river. “Is that a . . . good part of the city?”
“Better than most.” It’s the truth. East Gate is comfortable, a strong community with deep roots. Red streets, Silver streets. Lovely gardens and fountains. I don’t know why, but I picture myself showing it to Lyrisa. If only from the deck of the keel. I shake off the thought as suddenly as it comes. I’m leaving her behind as soon as I can. “The city governs itself, and some parts are truly without law.”
“The Freelands certainly live up to their name,” she offers, sounding diplomatic. More like a Silver than before. It’s a stark reminder of who she is and who I am. The very clear divide between us, in more ways than one. “I’m excited to see more.”
“And you will,” I answer quickly, without thinking.
Her lips twitch, curling into a bitter smile. “It’s good at least one of us believes that.”
“Lyrisa—”
She waves me off easily. This time, it doesn’t feel so dismissive. “If it comes to it, if Orrian gets the upper hand, if whatever happens tips past what you and the crew can scratch your way out of . . .” She falters, searching for the words. “Let me know. And I’ll end this.”
Under the moon, I realize we look the same. Her blood and mine could be the same color. I watch her as she stares, waiting for me to give her my permission. To surrender, and be taken away. I should do it. For Riette’s life, Gill’s, Big Ean’s, and mine.
“Nah,” I drawl, turning back to the river with a shrug.