When Brendan has been unconscious for two days, Alcina has taken to reading to him.She doubts that Brendan can actually hear or register a single word, but. Alcina feels as though she might go mad if she spends another day just staring at Brendan, watching for any signs of him waking up that never come.And for another, she hopes-Well.She hopes that Brendan is not trapped in his terrible nightmares when Alcina cannot reach him and protect him from his own shadows; hopes that Brendan is dreaming of happy, pleasant things if he is in a place where Alcina cannot go.But Alcina cannot help but to think of Brendan as the man who had endured the worst of his own shadows, night after night when they had first met.And so she reads, hoping that, perhaps, the sound of her voice will help keep the nightmares away; that perhaps she might be able to replace them, instead, with dreams of Brendan’s favorite constellations, and that Brendan might be able to spend this time with those stars that h
The next time Brendan wakes, that instinctive pull of his shadows subsides much, much faster - if only because of the grounding weight of the body curled up tightly beside his, clutching at his hand with a painful desperation, even in sleep. He glances first at Alcina, who remains fast asleep, dead to the world. And then, he looks up at the two uninvited guests. Darla grins back at him from where she’s draped over Percy’s lap in the armchair. Brendan raises a brow. “Highly inappropriate behavior at an injured person’s bedside, I rather think,” he says. Percy snorts. “Says the man who has his little duckling practically on top of him despite being in recovery,” Darla snips back, nestling closer to Percy. Brendan chooses not to respond, instead combing back the hair out of Alcina’s forehead. “She will likely not wake for some time yet,” Percy says. “I’m rather sure she did not sleep for even a single hour in all the time she waited for you to regain consciousness,” Darla says.
When dawn breaks, Brendan is wide awake.Sleep doesn’t come as easily, apparently, after forty-eight hours of continued torture at the edge of a blade. He has already slept far more than enough. Besides.Glancing down at the girl sleeping beside him curled half into his lap, one hand tangled tightly together with one of Brendan’s with her cheek resting atop their joined hands, Brendan supposes that sleep is a needless concept when he has this particular vision spread in front of him.Of Alcina, lashes fanned across her delicate cheeks, her skin aglow in the light of the breaking day.Brendan’s thumb shifts and counts the beats of Alcina’s pulse on the inside of her wrist.Wonders, when that rhythm had become the singular center around which the rest of the world revolves.Wonders when and how he had managed the inconceivable: to gain the love of a creature as unsullied as Alcina.It is this thought, then, that begins to spread outwards and consume his thoughts, such that it’s still
When they enter the room, they find the remaining royals already waiting.Nordin looks up, and surprise colors his gaze when he finds Alcina present, but it isn’t an unpleasant one. Rather, he and Alfred both give Alcina a warm, approving smile, one that makes her tuck ever so slightly closer to Brendan, abashed. From across the table, Percy wears a small, knowing smile, one that makes the Duke look as though he were enjoying a private joke to which no one else besides Darla is privy.Darla, on the other hand, gives Alcina a devious little grin, eyes sparkling. Alcina realizes, then, that Darla must have heard the entirety of the exchange outside as the lady Darla’s eyes settle pointedly on her and Brendan’s joined hands.It makes Alcina flush red.Brendan, oblivious or uncaring of the surreptitious glances shared between the others at the table, simply leads Alcina to take their seats.The Duchess, as per usual, has neither the time nor the patience for pleasantries.It comes as a s
Back in their room, Brendan allows Alcina to fuss over him with minimal protest. Alcina first pushes the windows wide open, and Perseus’s head nudges in first, followed closely by Orion’s.Brendan eyes the two beasts, their heads fitted tightly through the window, an almost ludicrous sight when one considers their venerated status throughout the world, and snorts quietly.The fact that the two dragons continue to cling to his wife as they did when they were, but small hatchlings makes amusement flicker in Brendan’s eyes.He watches, from his position tucked into the covers where Alcina had forced him into, as the dragons rumble softly at Alcina, nosing at her with their massive snouts.Alcina giggles, laughing aloud when a forked tongue flicks playfully at her button nose.Perhaps, Brendan supposes, bedrest is not the worst thing in the world.Alcina glances back at Brendan, then, plaintive want clear in her features as she peeks, not at all discreetly, as Alcina mistakenly believes,
For the next few days, Alcina’s mother is wholly preoccupied with the rebuilding of the North wing and the preparations for the ball. Nordin, in particular, has been commissioned to help in the planning, and there has never been a sight more terrifying than the unstoppable force that is Duchess Clair and Nordin working together. At some point, Percy mutters under his breath that the war might even be fought and won in a single day if helmed by those two terrifying creatures, and, well. No one had fought it. Alfred, too, is busy with the rebuilding efforts, often called away for large chunks of the day to deliberate with advisors and nobles, and other politically prominent figures from the Heartlands. Most importantly for Alcina: Brendan continues to regain his strength with each passing day. Brendan hardly fatigues now, the way he had so easily done the first day after waking. At the least, he now has the strength to resist completely, without budging when Alcina tries to manha
Luckily, surface-level burns such as this one, apparently, are an easy fix for the Gifted healer under House Clair’s employ. Healers are some of the more common Gifts, and when found, they are almost always invariably recruited into the ruling House’s employment. Given the hefty pay and abundant benefits that come with being associated with the royal house, no one declines, not without any particular reason to.The one employed by House Clair is a deftly skilled medic, having trained both with and without their Gifts, and Brendan’s cheek is healed of the burn within an hour.When he returns to the room, he finds the bathroom door still closed.He walks over to it, knocking sharply on the wood. “Alcina,” he says. “My cheek has been completely healed, with no lasting damage. It’s perfectly fine.”He hears shuffling inside.“Open the door, Alcina.”And after a few tense, still moments, Brendan hears the lock click.He opens it immediately and finds Alcina, a sight for sore eyes, indeed,
For a while, Alcina’s attention is captured entirely by Brendan, spinning her in dizzying exhilarating circles around the dance floor.She has only ever spent nights, hidden away in the most unobtrusive corners she could find, in this very ballroom in the Heartlands palace.Alcina had never had the occasion nor the desire, to step out into where others could judge and whisper about her. But Brendan holds her hand as though she were the most precious jewel to have been ever discovered, and gazes down at her as though she were something immeasurably cherished.Treats her, as though she were not something to be hidden away, in the unseen corners of the room; but rather, something that belonged in the center of the universe, around which the rest of the world gravitates. A hand taps Brendan on the shoulder. “May I cut in for this lovely lady’s hand for a dance?”Alcina startles.She stares, wide-eyed, at Darla, who stands beside them, a wicked smile on her lips.Brendan eyes her as thou