When she looked at Aldrik again, her smile fell from her face—and all joy with it. Vhalla had expected happiness. She had expected him to sweep her up into his arms. She had expected him to kiss her as the woman who could now be his bride. She did not expect the shining tears that threatened the corners of the eyes.
“Aldrik, what is it?” Vhalla dared.
He focused on a corner of the room, taking a breath.
“What has happened?” She walked closer to him.
His eyes pressed closed, and he took a shaky breath. The paper slipped from her hands and fell on the floor with a rustle.
“Tell me,” she pleaded softly. Vhalla took his hands gently in hers.
Aldrik pulled away from her a second time. He retreated a step.
Vhalla’s chest tightened. “Tell me!” she cried suddenly, her voice breaking from the sudden volume.
His face jolted back to hers, and it twisted with agony. “This is over!” he snapped. “We are no more.I belong to another!”
Vhalla felt her world stop as she looked into his eyes and saw a horrible truth.
SHE COULDN’T BREATHE. It was as though she had completely forgotten how. Vhalla fought for air, but none seemed to enter her lungs. She stood with her mouth stupidly open, trying to feel less dizzy. “What?” She finally managed.
“I am engaged to be wed,” he announced roughly.
“What?” Vhalla repeated. Everything else had vanished from her head.
“Do not parrot words like a simpleton!” he seethed.
Vhalla physically took a step back, reeling from his rage.
“Brother, this isn’t her fault.” Baldair placed a hand on Aldrik’s shoulder.
“If it were not for her then—” Aldrik scowled at his brother, readying some insult. “Then—” He swung his eyes back to her, and his voice caught in his throat. Aldrik stared at the woman to whom he had promised his future. Aldrik closed his mouth and swallowed his words.
“What happened?” The question was made with the sounds of her fracturing heart crackling up through her throat.
“My father wanted it to be neat. It was as you said, the North would never completely bow to a foreign power. They’re too loyal to their old blood.” Aldrik’s voice varied between rage and exhaustion. “The head clan’s Chieftain has a daughter who will be of age in a year’s time. Since I am,was, conveniently un-promised ... It sweetened the surrender for them to know one of theirs would be our future Empress.” Aldrik turned and smashed his fist into a table with a cry.
Vhalla gripped the watch around her neck. “But you-you’re not. You weren’t un-promised.”
“What?” Baldair blinked.
Aldrik breathed heavily, his eyes accusatory as if she’d dare speak the words.
“Aldrik, you’re not. You asked me and I said—”
“Quiet, woman!” The crown prince glanced away, running his hands violently through his hair. “My father did not know that. Even when I—” Aldrik swallowed. “He’d hear nothing of the idea. He wanted one of theirs under our control, to inspire loyalty through the pain we could afflict on them if nothing else, and because it will make the North loyal. He’d planned this all along, and we were stupid and blind.”
He was speaking, but it was a different language. Nothing seemed to make sense. Nothing added up. It wasn’t possible that what she was facing was real. “So, what do we do?”
“What do we do?” Aldrik stared down the bridge of his nose at her. “What do we do?I told you, there is nowe,Vhalla. There is you, and there is me. You go off and be a lady. I have the stunning privilege of watching you safe and sound about the Court. I marry this girl and fulfill my duty.”
“No.” She shook her head. “No!” Her voice cracked. “You always have a plan, an out, a silver tongue, a clever half-truth or way around.” She picked the paper off the floor and held it before him. “Look!Look! You-you made me a lady. Me! A farmer’s daughter is now worthy to be the love of the crown prince. If you can do that—”
He swatted her hands away as though the paper was nothing, and Vhalla gawked at him in shock.
“It is over!” Aldrik alternated between frustrated anger and desperate pleading for her to understand and take pity on his plight. “I fought all day. When I told him I would refuse any woman but you, he countered like a coward. He brought you here to threaten me, to force me.”
Vhalla’s eyes widened, thinking of the unheeded warnings of Lord Ophain:she was the chink in the crown prince’s armor.
