I swallowed thickly.
“He always told me,” I said, “that nothing could be done.”
Nothing could be done about so many things. My family in Rishan territory. The humans in the human districts, even the human districts of Sivrinaj. Even my powerlessness could only be solved with a wish from Nyaxia.
A wry smile flitted across Raihn’s mouth. “They have a way of bending reality, don’t they? Making it exactly what they say it is.”
My knuckles were white around my mug. The words flowed over my tongue before I could stop them. “I feel like—like such a fucking idiot. Because I never questioned any of it.”
I didn’t want to see the pity in Raihn’s eyes. I kept my gaze glued to the table as he murmured, “I never questioned any of it, either. For a hell of a lot longer than twenty years. But that’s what happens when one person gets to shape your entire world. They can make it into whatever they want, and you’re stuck inside those walls, whether they’re real or not.”
How could he sound so calm about it? I was desperate for calm.
“And they just get to die?” I spat. “They just get to escape the consequences?”
The hatred in my words took me by surprise. I should have been ashamed to think such a thing—that Vincent’s bloody death had been the easy way out, cheating us all out of answers.
I wasn’t, and that scared me.
My eyes flicked up to meet Raihn’s. Warm and red in the dim lantern light, they held no hint of the pity I’d expected. Instead, they were fierce and steadfast.
“No,” he said. “We get to use the power we got from them to make this kingdom into something they fucking despise. What’s the point of any of this if there’s nothing to actually fight for?”
There had always been a snide, petty part of myself that had doubted whether Raihn’s grand declarations were just another performance for my benefit.
In this moment, I knew he was telling the truth. I knew it because the determination—the spite—in his eyes mirrored the glimpses of it I saw in myself.
It was a sudden realization, a truth snapping into place to reveal an uncomfortable portrait. The simple thing had always been to hate Raihn, to tell myself that he was my enemy, my captor, my conqueror.
But Vincent had spent my entire life telling me convenient lies. Maybe I didn’t have the stomach for it anymore.
Maybe the complicated truth was that Raihn was more like me than anyone ever had been. Rishan Heir or no.
He leaned a little closer. Those eyes drifted from mine—running over my forehead, my nose, my lips.
He murmured, “We need to talk about—”
SMACK, as his forehead whacked against mine, making me see stars.
“Fuck,” I hissed, jerking back and rubbing my head. Raihn did the same to his as he peered over his shoulder, annoyed, as the same young man who had approached me earlier held up his hands apologetically.
“Sorry, sorry!” He took in Raihn’s considerable size, then made the very nervy decision to clap him on the shoulder. “That was an accident. Crowded in here. Didn’t mean to get in your—”
Then the man’s face changed. The smarmy smile faded. His eyes widened, and just kept going, until they were comically perfect circles.
He stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over two of his companions.
“Highness,” he breathed.
My heart sank.
Fuck.
Raihn’s face fell as the boy dropped clumsily to his knees, his hands raised.
“My king, I apologize. I—I apologize. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Raihn ducked his head, wincing, as if he could make the boy unsee what he had recognized. But it was too late.
And just like that, the room turned.
It took a few seconds for people to realize, but once they did, the silence spread through the crowd like the blanketed fall of night. Soon every set of eyes was trained on Raihn, all wide, all terrified.
And for one moment, Raihn’s gaze fell back to me—utterly devastated. Just a glimpse, before he quickly swept it away under a mask of nonchalant ease.
He rose and raised his palms. “No harm done,” he said. “Didn’t mean to cause a commotion.”
He glanced around at the room, now pin-drop silent, half the patrons on their knees and the other half looking too terrified to even make themselves bow.
“We should go,” he muttered to me, and took my hand.
I didn’t even pull away as he led me out the door, the crowd parting around us like they couldn’t get away fast enough.