The Emperor strode out the doors, and Vhalla stood dazed and confused. She turned back to the princes, who seemed completely lifeless. Baldair’s eyes were filled with sorrow. She turned to Aldrik; he had not moved. His head was hung, and his eyes were fixated upon the floor.
“B-Baldair?” She tried to find her voice. The younger prince turned away sharply. Vhalla took a step forward. “Aldrik?” she whispered.
Her prince’s eyes came up to meet hers, and Vhalla felt her heart stop, turn to lead, and lodge itself into her throat. She swallowed hard, but nothing made that damn lump disappear. Aldrik was tired, worn, and utterly hopeless.
“Aldrik,” Vhalla repeated, taking another step toward him. He raised a hand slowly, a crumpled piece of parchment in his fist. Vhalla closed both hands around his, and he jolted away at her touch, leaving her to catch the paper mid-air.
Neither prince had said anything, but they both stared at her expectantly. She carefully straightened the parchment in her hands, smoothing it to read the writing upon it. Her heart stopped.
She scanned the writing, once, twice, three times. She blinked up in shock. Her hands tightened about the official document. She looked down in awe at the signature and seal of the Emperor on the paper declaring that she was made an official Lady of the Court with all privileges, honors, and a tidy sum of gold from the Imperial coffers for her services to the crown.
“We did it.” A smile tugged at her cheeks. “We did it!”
When she looked at Aldrik again, her smile fell from her face—and all joy with it. Vhalla had expected happiness. She had expected him to sweep her up into his arms. She had expected him to kiss her as the woman who could now be his bride. She did not expect the shining tears that threatened the corners of the eyes.
“Aldrik, what is it?” Vhalla dared.
He focused on a corner of the room, taking a breath.
“What has happened?” She walked closer to him.
His eyes pressed closed, and he took a shaky breath. The paper slipped from her hands and fell on the floor with a rustle.
“Tell me,” she pleaded softly. Vhalla took his hands gently in hers.
Aldrik pulled away from her a second time. He retreated a step.
Vhalla’s chest tightened. “Tell me!” she cried suddenly, her voice breaking from the sudden volume.
His face jolted back to hers, and it twisted with agony. “This is over!” he snapped. “We are no more. I belong to another!”
Vhalla felt her world stop as she looked into his eyes and saw a horrible truth.
SHE COULDN’T BREATHE. It was as though she had completely forgotten how. Vhalla fought for air, but none seemed to enter her lungs. She stood with her mouth stupidly open, trying to feel less dizzy. “What?” She finally managed.
“I am engaged to be wed,” he announced roughly.
“What?” Vhalla repeated. Everything else had vanished from her head.
“Do not parrot words like a simpleton!” he seethed.
Vhalla physically took a step back, reeling from his rage.
“Brother, this isn’t her fault.” Baldair placed a hand on Aldrik’s shoulder.
“If it were not for her then—” Aldrik scowled at his brother, readying some insult. “Then—” He swung his eyes back to her, and his voice caught in his throat. Aldrik stared at the woman to whom he had promised his future. Aldrik closed his mouth and swallowed his words.
“What happened?” The question was made with the sounds of her fracturing heart crackling up through her throat.
“My father wanted it to be neat. It was as you said, the North would never completely bow to a foreign power. They’re too loyal to their old blood.” Aldrik’s voice varied between rage and exhaustion. “The head clan’s Chieftain has a daughter who will be of age in a year’s time. Since I am, was, conveniently un-promised ... It sweetened the surrender for them to know one of theirs would be our future Empress.” Aldrik turned and smashed his fist into a table with a cry.
Vhalla gripped the watch around her neck. “But you-you’re not. You weren’t un-promised.”
“What?” Baldair blinked.
Aldrik breathed heavily, his eyes accusatory as if she’d dare speak the words.
“Aldrik, you’re not. You asked me and I said—”
“Quiet, woman!” The crown prince glanced away, running his hands violently through his hair. “My father did not know that. Even when I—” Aldrik swallowed. “He’d hear nothing of the idea. He wanted one of theirs under our control, to inspire loyalty through the pain we could afflict on them if nothing else, and because it will make the North loyal. He’d planned this all along, and we were stupid and blind.”
He was speaking, but it was a different language. Nothing seemed to make sense. Nothing added up. It wasn’t possible that what she was facing was real. “So, what do we do?”