Only Vesilane meets my eyes. “Does it fit well enough? I know it’s been altered, but I can still call thedressmaker.”
Merlina rolls her eyes and walks away, clearly unhappy with the newest addition to our little group.
“It is fine,” I manage.
She nods. “Then you’re ready.”
I glance toward the mirror, though I wish I hadn’t. The girl in white looks composed, almost serene.
With the others waiting at the door, Vesilane moves close.
“Everything is going to be all right. You know that, I hope.”
Confused, I look at her. I don’t respond, as if I’m not entirely sure what to say. She doesn’t mind my silence, just smiles and helps me up. There, she lingers a moment longer, adjusting a curl near my temple. “You’re very brave,” she says, voice nearly a whisper.
“I don’t feel brave.”
“Brave doesn’t have to be a feeling.”
Behind us, Merlina opens the door. Eslina gathers the train. Seconds later, Thorne appears, dressed as fine as any lord, with silver and green livery. His hand is on the pommel of a ceremonial sword. He looks regal, and almost a little sad.
He has no idea the depth of sadness I feel.
“It is time, Lady Arlet,” he says.
And then I follow him out.
Chapter 28
ARLET
As soon as we reach the end of a very long trail that ends in an open, domed structure, I recognize the temple, one they say belongs to Nicnevin.
The place where Arion stands.
I feel weak.
My future husband is waiting in swathes of silver-white silk, with an intricate silver crown across his brow. His hair has been carefully brushed back from his face, and he looks striking and powerful.
There are hundreds of elves positioned in seats around the lawn, ready to watch our union.
The gardens smell of freshly cut grass and fragrant flowers. Evening light drapes the palace gardens in gold, softening the edges of the marble statues and the pale, wide steps that lead down toward the reflecting pools. Gods know how much time this must’ve taken to prepare. Everything is so beautiful and precise. I feel nothing but guilt.
Breathe, Arlet.
Beyond the terrace, thousands of candles float on the water, their flames steady despite the breeze. Twilight should come soon, replacing the golden lights with purples.
You seemed to enjoy your visitor.
A red-hot blush spreads over my skin. I had done that. I am betrothed to another,and I let Vann do that to me. And worse? I don’t regret it.
I think of Vann and Enduvida and Seraph and Estela and just… ache.
Are you sure you want to do this? I could try to break through and use my magic?—
This is what I want,I say firmly.Magic won’t solve anything. Besides, you can’t hurt the one who matters most.
Cursed One does not like this.