“… take as my wife and the future empress of the Eastern Commonwealth, Her Royal Majesty, Queen Levana Blackburn of Luna…”
He was out of his body again. Looking down. Listening to the words, but not understanding them. They held no meaning.
“… to rule at my side with grace and justice, to honor the laws of the Earthen Union as laid out by our forefathers, to be an advocate for peace and fairness among all peoples.”
Did anyone believe a word of this rubbish?
“From this day forward, she will be my sun at dawn and my moon at night, and I vow to love and cherish her for all our days.”
Who wrote these vows anyway? He’d never heard anything so ridiculous in his life.
But he said them, with no emotion and even less interest. Prime Minister Kamin gave him a nod, akin to a well done, and turned to Levana. “Now, the bride will repeat after me…”
Kai tuned out Levana’s voice, examining their bound wrists instead. Was the ribbon around his wrist growing tighter? His fingers were beginning to tingle with numbness. He was losing circulation. But the ribbon curled innocently against his skin.
Stars above, it was warm in here.
“… and I vow to love and cherish him for all our days.”
Kai snorted. Loudly.
He’d meant for it to be kept inside, but it just slipped out.
Levana tensed and the officiant speared him with a sharp look.
Kai coughed in an attempt to smooth over the moment. “Sorry. There was something in my—” He coughed again.
Terse wrinkles formed around Kamin’s mouth as she turned back to the queen. “Your Royal Majesty, do you hereby accept the terms of marriage set forth before you on this day, as both the rules of matrimony between two beings and also as the bond that will henceforth be forged between Luna and the Eastern Commonwealth, resulting in the political alliance of these two entities? If you accept, say ‘I do.’”
“I do.” Levana’s voice was clear and sweet and sent a thousand piercing needles into Kai’s chest.
His head was throbbing. From exhaustion, from disbelief, from misery.
“Your Imperial Majesty, do you hereby accept the terms of marriage set forth before you on this day, as both the rules of matrimony between two beings and also as the bond that will henceforth be forged between the Eastern Commonwealth and Luna, resulting in the political alliance of these two entities? If you accept, say ‘I do.’”
He blinked at Prime Minister Kamin.
His heart was pulsating against his ribs, and her words were hollow echoes in his hollow head, and he had only to open his mouth and say I do and the wedding would be over and Levana would be his wife.
But his lips would not open.
I don’t.
The muscles flexed in the prime minister’s jaw. Her gaze hardened, prompting.
I can’t.
He felt the hush of a thousand guests bearing down on him. He imagined Torin and President Vargas and Queen Camilla and all the others, watching, waiting. He pictured all of Levana’s guards and thaumaturges and that smug Aimery Park and a thousand vain, ignorant aristocrats hanging on his silence.
He knew Levana could force him to say the words, but she didn’t. Though he imagined a blast of icy air rolling off her with each passing second, she waited with all the others.
Kai pried open his lips, but his tongue was heavy as iron.
The officiant inhaled a patient breath and cast a worried glance to the queen, before fixating on Kai again. Her expression grew nervous.
Kai looked down at the scissors she’d used to cut the ribbons.
He moved fast, before he could question himself. His unbound hand shot forward, snatching the scissors off the altar. Blood rushed in his ears as he spun toward Levana, arm raised, and plunged the scissors toward her heart.
Cinder cried out, her arms flying up in defense. The point of the scissors sliced through the fabric of her elbow-length gloves before coming to a swift halt, pressed into the silver bodice of her ball gown. Kai’s arm trembled with the effort to push through the control, but his hand was now carved from stone. Breath ragged, he looked up into Cinder’s face. She looked like she had at the ball, in her tattered dress and stained gloves, her damp hair tumbling around her face. The only difference was the blue ribbon tying them together and, now, a single slit cut into the silk of her gloves.
Slowly, like molasses, blood began to seep through that cut, staining the fabric.
Cinder—no, Levana—saw the blooming cut and snarled. Her hold on Kai snapped and he stumbled back. The scissors clattered to the floor, ringing with a tone of finality.
“You dare to threaten me here?” Levana hissed, and though she tried to mimic Cinder’s voice, Kai could tell the difference. “In front of both our kingdoms?”
Kai’s attention was still on the blood leaking from her wounded arm.
He had done it. For a moment, he had gotten through the glamour, through the manipulation. It wasn’t much, but he had actually hurt her.
“It wasn’t meant to be a threat,” he said.