That night, Alcina returns to Brendan's (their, her traitorous mind has already begun to call it) bed, the two dragons stubbornly affixed to each of her shoulders.Brendan thinks he ought to voice his doubtfulness when he catches the anxious, yearning light in Alcina's eyes. Then, all Brendan does is hand Alcina her silken sleeping eye mask from the nightstand.The tremulous smile Alcina grants him makes Brendan suppose that if he is burnt into a crisp in the middle of the night, well.There are worse ways to go.Thankfully, he is not burnt to a crisp in his sleep.When he wakes, he finds Alcina curled into his chest as usual. The two mini-hearths are curled against Alcina's back, their ridged spines brushing Brendan's arm and transferring a near-burning heat.When Alcina wakes next, eyes sleepy and still, instinctively seeking out first the dragons and then Brendan, Brendan grants her a soft kiss and a smile.* * * * * * * * * *Of course, as with all things in life: just as Alcina b
When Alcina wakes up, the fire is gone, leaving behind an ice-cold chill that makes her shiver as if it’s frozen her body inside out.First, she registers the light weight of the two dragons pressed against her head atop her pillow.And then, the hand still wrapped loosely in both of hers.She opens her eyes, right into Brendan’s gaze, staring right back at her.Brendan’s hand sweeps her hair out of her eyes, caressing her skin as he goes, and Alcina shivers.Alcina shifts close, curling inwards around Brendan’s hand, held in hers. She closes her eyes, afraid to open them again.She can still see the gruesome remains of the two men splayed across the bedroom floor. Hadn’t had the courage to open her eyes again to see the third corpse. Instead, she clenched her eyes shut and trembled her way into unconsciousness.“You can open your eyes now,” Brendan murmurs.“You don’t have to be afraid.” You don’t have to see. “Just close your eyes, darling.”Alcina’s lip trembles.She’s afraid.And
In all of the excitement of receiving the envoys from House Arison, the dragons, and the attempt on her life - Alcina hadn't noticed the time passing. It isn't until she notices the household staff bustling with a renewed vigor that she realizes just how much time has passed. Mary laughs as she works on Alcina's hair. Orion and Perseus are safely hidden away in Brendan's room, who is now marginally better at being separated from Alcina for small increments of time. "My lady," she exclaims. "What do you mean, what is going on! Your brother is arriving today." Alcina stills. Her eyes widen almost comically in the mirror's reflection, and Mary laughs harder. "My lady!" she repeats. Alcina spins around, disrupting Mary's work on her hair. "Mary," she says urgently. "Today? Are you certain- has it truly already been-?" Mary beams at her. "Yes, my lady. Everyone is quite excited - we have never entertained envoys from the esteemed House Clair before!" The esteemed House Clair. But
Lunch is a stilted, awkward affair.Alcina doesn't quite understand the edge in her brothers' smiles. Perfect, undoubtedly, to anyone who views it, who isn't intimately familiar with all the outlines of their features and expressions.Nordin, in particular, is an adept master at fooling the masses into falling in love with his beautiful smile, all while cursing the recipient to the hottest depths of hell in his mind.But Alcina is their sister.Alcina knows, like the back of her own hand, the entire range of expressions and masks her two brothers are capable of putting up.And so, despite the fact that Alfred is conversing calmly and elegantly with Alpha Warner as usual; despite the fact that Nordin's utterly charming personality has already won the swooning love of both the Alpha and the entirety of the household staff; Alcina can sense that something isn't quite right.There's a hint of steel in Nordin's gaze that doesn't melt away, no matter how much he laughs (or pretends to).The
Alcina looks around the room that she calls her own and yet hasn't spent a night in for weeks and bites her lip.She decides not to pack, not yet.Not before she speaks with Brendan.* * * * * * * * * *Alcina freezes when she hears the telltale click of the door.She looks up and finds Brendan entering the room with a blank expression on his face. An odd sensation of relief sweeps through her veins after having gone so long without seeing him.And when had two days become a long time?"Brendan," Alcina breathes, standing up to greet him. "Brendan, did you hear? About the-""Yes," Brendan murmurs. He smiles that wan, empty smile that Alcina is growing to loathe. "You can go home, now."Alcina falters.Something aches with a sharp pang. Alcina swallows down the bile, and that tiny, foolish part of her that surges forth, with something as ridiculous as-- I'd thought this was my home.Definitely, valiantly, ignores that trembling, irrational part of her that flits dangerously close to--
Alcina is busy packing - if packing means angrily, slightly hysterically, shoving every item she owns into her numerous suitcases. She tries not to fall apart at the seams each time her hand stumbles over something Brendan had purchased for her.And there’s so much of it, and Alcina can’t stop thinking of how stupid she’d been, intoxicated with the delusion that any of it meant anything.The dragons are safely tucked in their own trunk, to be handled with care, empty save for small cushions and a silk sheet lining. The last time Alcina had checked on them, they’d made a comfortable nest of the space, and that had been that.Her bedroom door opens, and Alcina whirls around, head brimming with too many thoughts that are too loud.As it is, she’s still clutching onto the handkerchiefs Brendan had re-purchased for her with a manic sort of vigor that belies a person very, very on edge.It’s Alfred, evidently having finished the last of the discussions.“So,” Alcina clears her throat, arm l
Nordin is a man not unlike the most terrifying force in the world when there is something he has set his sights on.For the past half-year, said sights have been set on the one and only horizon of- free Alcina from the damnation that is her betrothal to the man so vile they call him the Shadowed Beast.As it is, there is nothing short of a tornado that could stop him now, when he is finally, finally able to put the gears into motion. He has already assembled their entire entourage within an hour, saddled and ready to depart.Yes, the plan had initially been to stay for a gracious and cordial three-day stay, during which they would leisurely cement the final details of the alliance before setting back for the Heartlands.But when Nordin had arrived and laid eyes on that figure, they called Alcina’s betrothed apprehension had grown in his chest, unbidden. Nordin saw how Brendan’s dark gaze always fixed on Alcina, as though they could not bear to look away.Nordin needs to get Alcina out
As the carriages pull out, Brendan walks away, unable to quite stomach the sight of it.The idea of returning to his room - empty, devoid of any indication that Alcina had ever been there at all, as though she were simply one long, poignant dream - is similarly unbearable.So Brendan goes to find Lincoln in the hopes of a night spar. He finds the Commander in the training courtyard, alone, sitting casually on the small steps leading down.A rhythmic, sharp sound - like metal grating against stone - repeats, over and over, growing louder as Brendan approaches him.He pauses.“...Are you sharpening your swords? In the dark?”Lincoln looks up at him, the moonlight glinting eerily off both his blade and his clean white teeth from his grin.Brendan is, not for the first time, mildly disturbed. That they call him the frightening nightmare is laughable, given that Lincoln regularly makes Brendan pause in wary silence.“It is good practice, my lord.”Brendan eyes him dubiously. “Practice, fo