At night, the prince would assure her otherwise in every way he knew how, in ways Vhalla hadn’t even conceived were possible.
The closer the final day came, one more thing began to creep up between her every thought. On the eve of the battle, it was all she could think of: the axe. She knew it existed, she could feel it in her bones, and Minister Victor had asked her to retrieve it. If it was as powerful as he claimed, then the last thing Vhalla wanted was for it to fall into the wrong hands.
She hadn’t noticed she’d been staring into space until a palm rested on her lower back. Vhalla jumped in surprise. Aldrik stood at her side.
“Go to bed,” he commanded softly. Aldrik misunderstood her distraction for exhaustion. “This is the last night, and you need all the rest you can get.”
“What about you?” Vhalla asked, glancing to make sure no one was close enough to hear.
“I will be burning the midnight oil.” Aldrik shook his head. “Not sleeping is back to normal for me.”
“Not anymore,” Vhalla was eager to correct him.
“Perhaps you are right. Normal has become actually sleeping through the night.” Aldrik grinned.
“I’m ruining you,” Vhalla jested lightly.
“How dare you make me sleep and take care of myself,” he replied in mock anger.
“Is it really alright if I leave?” she asked, looking at how busy the room still was.
“We all have to sleep eventually. Some of the others have already shut their eyes.”
“When will you?” she asked.
“Soon.” He glanced away.
“How soon?” Vhalla could tell when her prince was avoiding her.
“Perhaps by dawn.” Aldrik shook his head. “Don’t wait for me.”
“Fine,” Vhalla sighed with a glance at the Emperor. She had hovered at Aldrik’s side for long enough. She wasn’t about to push their luck any further by demanding he always disappear with her, that they not so mysteriously retire at the same time.
Aldrik’s shoulders dropped as he became more intensely focused on the work at the table before him. Vhalla stepped away, and the majors who still lingered gave her respectful nods. The Emperor ignored her departure entirely.
Vhalla was opening the door to Aldrik’s room just as a slightly rumpled Baldair was departing his. She’d missed his prior departure from the group. Vhalla paused to give him a small smile.
“Hello, Vhalla.” He yawned.
“Hello, Baldair.” She lingered, noticing how the prince paused.
“Vhalla.” Baldair glanced down the hall. “I may not have another chance to say this ...”
“What is it?”
“Good luck.” The words were simple enough, but they had a depth of meaning. “And keep yourself alive.”
“That’s the plan.” She grinned tiredly. “And you also, Baldair.”
Just when Vhalla thought the conversation finished, Baldair spoke, “I would miss you.” “Huh?”
“I would,” he insisted. “If something happened, I would miss you.”
“Baldair, your affections are a little late,” Vhalla laughed softly.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” He ruffled her hair, his palm resting a moment on the crown of her head. “Over these past weeks, you’ve become a part of the family, and I kind of enjoy having you around.”
“Kind of ?” She couldn’t resist.
“Mother, woman, take the compliment!” He put his hands on his hips and chuckled.
“I enjoy your company too, Baldair.” Vhalla smiled. They had come a long way. “Now that you’ve stopped tormenting me about your brother.”
“Yes, well ...” He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought I was being helpful, for both of you. But you’ve inspired such changes in him. He’s not the man he was just a year ago, and I must admit that we have you to thank for it. I’ve never seen him like this before, and I’m sorry for trying to halt its progression.”
“I’m not upset with you.” Vhalla realized he was waiting for her verdict.
“I’m glad,” the prince spoke earnestly. “I think when we are back at the palace, I would like to get to know you again, Vhalla.”
“Oh?” She arched her eyebrows.
“I have known you as a library girl that made for some amusement at the expense of my brother.” She snorted and he continued, “A soldier, an addition to my brother’s Legion. Then, as my brother’s ... lover.” He coughed over the last word.
“It’s like you have never seen your brother with a woman,” Vhalla teased.
“I don’t normally! It’s—weird! He’s not supposed to be this warm and kind creature,” Baldair protested. The light moment faded quickly as his cerulean eyes fell to her chest.
Vhalla glanced down insecurely, seeing the source of his attention. Her hand quickly went up to the watch that was now a familiar weight at her throat.