‘You don’t need to talk about it.’ Llinos’s hand reaches across the table.
Benny lets out a low whistle. ‘With the prince in the trials, this is going to be one hell of an awkward reunion. Maybe you should’ve let Zara get to you after all.’
His lips quirk upwards as his eyes glint with mischief, telling me he’s only joking. I’m grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood and for Llinos’s understanding. It was exactly what I needed.
I never realised quite how much.
Chapter 13
Ispend close to an hour down in the kitchen getting to know the group. I learned long ago that there aren’t friendships in Morathka’s court, but there are alliances born from a need to gain power or in a desperate bid to hold on to it. Right now, I’m in the former camp. If Jonas and I team up with the Eastern Isles group, we could be a damn strong team, although I’m uncomfortably aware that I’d be the weak link within it.
‘Got your dress ready for the ball?’ Benny asks his friend, shooting Llinos a smirk. ‘I heard your Carys packed some stunners.’
Llinos scowls back. ‘I don’t mind how they look,’ she says in an aside to me. ‘I just hate how I can’t move properly in them. Honestly, I’m tempted to take a pair of scissors and cut some damn slits up the side.’
‘Then why don’t you?’ I shrug.
She purses her lips, as though the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. ‘I guess I could,’ she says slowly, tapping her lip. ‘It’s not like my family is going to see me. Maybe I will.’ She brightens. ‘What about you? Have you got anyone to fix your hair, or do you need help?’
I frown. My hair is not something that is easily ‘fixed.’ My white strands are currently loosely plaited and fall down in front of my shoulder, and there’s not much else that can be done beyond that. The strands are that irritating type of waviness that frizzes at the first sign of dampness in the air and mats the minute you rest your head against a pillow.
‘Oh, I was just going to do it,’ I reply. But even before I’ve finished speaking, an expression of excitement twists Llinos’s lips. ‘Or you could help me?’ I offer, extending a hair-related olive branch. When she flashes a smile, I know I’ve said the right thing.
‘I’d love to!’ She beams. ‘We should get going now though.’
En route to my room, we stop at Llinos’s dorm, which she’s sharing with the other members of the Eastern Isles group. There are six single beds, but there are now only five people in the room following Suan’s death. For a second, I consider asking if I can take the spare one – after all, if Llinos is offering to do my hair, she’s probably hoping a friendship’s going to form here – but I keep quiet. The last thing I want is for them to think that I’m trying to replace her when her body’s barely cold.
‘I’ll just be one second,’ Llinos says, grabbing a bag and slinging it over her shoulder. ‘Okay, so where are you bunked down?’
It’s easy to remember the way to the cast-iron spiral staircase, though halfway up it starts swaying in a way that’s more than a little disconcerting. When I glance back, I find Llinos holding the banister and rocking it back and forth.
‘Just trying to feel how sturdy it is!’ She grins.
‘Any chance you can do that while I’m not three-quarters of the way up?’
‘You’re no fun,’ she teases, but she stops rocking the frame.
Once at the top of the stairs, I move to open the door, only to notice something that wasn’t there before: a large bucket filled with sand. Two letters are marked at the top. The letter J, followed by an x for a kiss beneath it.
My heart does a little skip as a smile forms on my lips unbidden.
‘Everything okay?’ Llinos asks, having also reached the top of the staircase.
‘Oh, yes.’ I pick up the bucket and take it into the room with me. ‘Everything’s just fine.’ I don’t explain Jonas’s tongue-in-cheek gift –as ifI have the power to burn this whole place down – but I chuckle to myself.
She lets out a low whistle as she sees my space. ‘You lucked out here – if you exclude the death trap of a staircase.’
‘No, Jonas lucked out,’ I tell her. ‘He’s from Wrohelm so got it before most people arrived. He said I could take it after the incident with Zara.’
‘How very gentlemanly.’ Her lips twitch, though I choose to ignore her teasing expression. ‘Come on, sit down,’ she says a momentlater. ‘Time to get started.’
It takes Llinos less than three minutes to realise that making my hairball-worthyis not quite going to be the straightforward task she obviously hoped it would be.
‘Sorry,’ I say after a moment. ‘My little sister, Acacia, she got all the good hair. Plus the good looks and just general goodness in the family, really.’
‘Are you kidding me? You’re freaking stunning. You just look … um … weary …’
Weary. That’s one way of putting it. And it’s not as though I’m going to get a rest now that I’m here.
