The heralds say he is near,Alistair murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He reaches out, his gloved hand hovering inches from her shoulder.
Lia... look at me.
My father has signed the scrolls, Alistair. The Duke sees only a bridge to the southern ports. He does not see a daughter.
He sees a pawn,Alistair counters, stepping into her space.
I have heard the rumors of this man, Hour. They say he is cold. A monster in silk. Lia, they already took your crown. They took your pride when they annexed Vesperia. Do you want them to take your heart too? You don't have to marry him. We could go. Tonight.
And go where? To live as outlaws? No. I will meet him. I will be the silent wife he expects.
Stay behind me, Sir Alistair. My fiancé has arrived. Let us see if the rumors do him justice.
You honor me with your presence, Hour,she says, her voice a silk shroud over a blade.
I trust your journey was... adequate?
