Winter (The Lunar Chronicles #4) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,38

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“Nainsi will have tea waiting for you, and the chefs have been ordered to prepare refreshments for your return,” said Torin. “The press secretary is drafting up a statement for the media, but you’ll want to be briefed on the palace’s official position regarding the security breach and kidnapping before we release anything.”

Kai had to duck his head entering the house’s basement. It was tidy, despite a few cobwebs in the corners, and as they headed into the passageways beneath the mountains they got brighter and cleaner.

“What’s the status on the palace?” asked Kai.

“The enemy soldiers have not yet breached the palace walls. Our tactical analysts believe that if they do overrun the palace and discover there are no people to kill, they will redirect their attention to elsewhere. So far, we’ve found that these soldiers do not seem interested in general destruction or theft, only killing.”

“Unless Levana is using the palace to make a statement. It would suggest they’re winning.”

“That is a possibility.”

They rounded a corner and in the distance Kai could make out activity—talking and footsteps and the buzz of machinery. His entire staff was crammed into this labyrinth of rooms and hallways. He almost wished he’d stayed up on the terrace.

“Torin, what about the families of all these people? Are they safe?”

“Yes, sir. The families of all government officials were relocated to the palace within forty-eight hours of the first attacks. They are all here.”

“And what about the people who aren’t government officials? The chefs? The … the housekeepers?”

“I’m afraid we didn’t have room for everyone. We would have brought down the whole city if we could.”

Kai’s gut clenched. He would have brought the whole country with him, if he could.

“Of course,” he said, forcing himself not to dwell on the things he couldn’t change. “Do I have an office down here? I need Nainsi to set up a meeting. This afternoon, if possible.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. There are also private rooms set aside for the royal family. I’m having them made up now.”

“Well, there’s only one of me, and I only need one room. We can find something more useful to do with the rest of them.”

“Of course. Who is Nainsi to contact for this meeting?”

He inhaled deeply. “My fiancée.”

Torin’s pace slowed and Kai thought he might come to a complete stop, but Kai pulled his shoulders back and kept marching down the corridors. One of the guards ahead of them was yelling again—“Clear the way! Clear the way!”—as curious staff and officials emerged from doorways. Rumors were spreading fast and as Kai met the eyes of those he passed, he saw joy and relief cross their faces.

He gulped. It was strange to think how many people were worried about him—not just the people he saw every day, but citizens throughout the Commonwealth—waiting to hear if the kidnappers would return their emperor safely, having no idea that Linh Cinder was the last person in the world who would hurt him. It made him feel a little guilty for having enjoyed his time aboard the Rampion as much as he had.

“Your Majesty,” said Torin, lowering his voice as he caught up with him again, “I must advise you to reconsider your arrangement with Queen Levana. We should at least discuss the best course of action before we make any hasty decisions.”

Kai cut a glance toward his adviser. “Our government is being run out of an enormous bomb shelter and there are Lunar mutants beating down the doors of my palace. I’m not making hasty decisions. I’m doing what has to be done.”

“What will the people think when they hear you intend to follow through with a marriage to the woman who is responsible for hundreds of thousands of deaths?”

“Millions. She’s responsible for millions of deaths. But that doesn’t change anything—we still need her letumosis antidote, and I’m hoping she’ll accept the terms of a new cease-fire while we confirm alliance details.”

One of the guards gestured toward an open door. “Your office, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you. I require a moment of privacy with Konn-dàren, but if an android comes by with some tea, let her in.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped into the office. It was less lavish than his office in the palace, but not uncomfortable. Without windows, the room was filled with artificial light, but bamboo matting on the walls gave the space some warmth and helped deaden the sound of Kai’s footsteps on the concrete floor. A large desk with a netscreen and half a dozen chairs took up the