Part 3 (1/2)
”I was twelve.”
”You were a brat.”
He frowned at her.
”But you're not anymore.” She took his hand and cupped it in both of hers. ”Thank you for checking on me. You even wore your sword.”
Alric looked down. ”I didn't know what beast or scoundrel might be attacking the princess. I had to come prepared to do battle.”
”Can you even draw that thing?”
He frowned at her again. ”Oh, quit it, will you? They say I fought masterfully in the Battle of Medford.”
”Masterfully?”
He struggled to stop himself from smiling. ”Yes, some might even say heroically. In fact, I believe some did say heroically.”
”You've watched that silly play too many times.”
”It's good theater, and I like to support the arts.”
”The arts.” She rolled her eyes. ”You just like it because it makes all the girls swoon and you love all the attention.”
”Well...” He shrugged guiltily.
”Don't deny it! I've seen you with a crowd of them circling like vultures and you grinning and strutting around like the prize bull at the fair. Do you make a list? Does Julian send them to your chambers by hair color, height, or merely in alphabetical order?”
”It's not like that.”
”You know, you do have to get married, and the sooner, the better. You have a lineage to protect. Kings who don't produce heirs cause civil wars.”
”You sound like Father. Maribor forbid I should have any enjoyment in my life. I have to be king-don't make me have to be a husband and father too. You might as well just lock me up and get it over with. Besides, there's plenty of time. I'm still young. You make it sound like I am teetering on the edge of my grave. And what about you? You're pus.h.i.+ng old-maid status now. Shouldn't we be searching for suitable n.o.bles? Do you remember when you thought I arranged a marriage for you with Prince Rudolf, and-Arista? Are you all right?”
She turned away, wiping the moisture from her eyes. ”I'm fine.”
”I'm sorry.” She felt his hand on her shoulder.
”It's okay,” she replied, and coughed to clear her throat.
”You know I would never-”
”I know. It's all right, really.” She sniffled and wiped her nose. They sat in silence for a few minutes; then Arista said, ”I would have married Hilfred, you know. I don't care what you or the council would have said.”
A look of surprise came over him. ”Since when have you ever cared... Hilfred, huh?” He smirked and shook his head.
She glared back.
”It's not what you think,” he said.
”What is it, then?” she asked with an accusing tone, thinking that the boy who had laughed at her falling from her horse had reappeared.
”No slight to Hilfred. I liked him. He was a good man and loved you very much.”
”But he wasn't n.o.ble,” she interrupted. ”Well, listen-”
”Wait.” Her brother held up a hand. ”Let me finish. I don't care if he was n.o.ble or not. Truth is he was n.o.bler than just about anyone I can think of, except maybe that Breckton fellow. How Hilfred managed to stand by you every day, while not saying anything-that was real chivalry. He wasn't a knight, but he's the only one I ever saw who acted like one. No, it's not because he wasn't n.o.ble-born, and it's not because he wasn't a great guy. I would have loved to have him as a brother.”
”What, then?” she asked, this time confused.
Alric looked at her, and in his eyes was the same expression she had seen when he had found her in the dark of the imperial prison.
”You didn't love him,” he said simply.
The words shocked her. She did not say anything. She could not say anything.
”I don't think there was anyone in Essendon Castle who didn't know how Hilfred felt. Why didn't you?” he asked.
She could not help it. She started crying.
”Arista, I'm sorry. I just...”
She shook her head, trying to get enough air into her lungs to speak. ”No-you're right-you're right.” She could not keep her lips from quivering. ”But I would have married him just the same. I would have made him happy.”
Alric reached out and pulled her close. She buried her head into the thick folds of his robe and squeezed. They did not say anything for a long while and then Arista sat up and wiped her face.
She took a breath. ”So when did you get so romantic, anyway? Since when does love have anything to do with marriage? You don't love any of the girls you spend your time with.”
”And that's why I'm not married.”
”Really?”
”Surprised? I guess I just remember Mom and Dad, you know?”
Arista narrowed her eyes at him. ”He married Mother because she was Ethelred's niece and he needed the leverage with Warric to combat the trade war with Chadwick and Glouston.”
”Maybe at the start, but they grew to love each other. Father used to tell me that wherever he was, if Mom was there, it was home. I always remembered that. I've never found anyone who made me feel that way. Have you?”
She hesitated. For a moment she considered telling him the truth, then just shook her head.
They sat again in silence; then finally Alric rose. ”Are you sure I can't get you anything?”
”No, but thank you. It means a lot to know that you care.”
He started to leave, and as he reached the door, she said, ”Alric?”
”Hmm?”
”Remember when you and Mauvin were planning on going to Percepliquis?”
”Oh yeah, believe me, I think about that a lot these days. What I wouldn't give to be able to-”