Page 26 of The Sea-Ogre's Eager Bride

My lips part and I look up at him in surprise. “You…no. She didn’t lie to you. Thank you.”

“But you are not happy,” he points out.

“I am overwhelmed,” I admit. The covetous, greedy part of me wants to snatch up all the ribbons and pet them for hours. Underneath the yellow and green one is a ribbon in a shade of purple I’ve only seen in the skies, and another looks velvety soft. I’ve never owned such impractical things. Even as a child,before I was a slave, everything I owned was cut down from my mother’s things, and none of it was for simple beauty.

Yet Ranan has gone out of his way to get “human” food because I don’t like the thought of raw fish at the moment. He’s brought me cloth for me to use since the others are too fine. He’s brought me the tea I asked for…and now pretty nonsense ribbons that serve no purpose other than to delight.

No one has ever been so kind, and it scares me. I must not understand what this means. There is an unspoken message I am not understanding. “You did all of this…for me? Why?”

He almost looks offended by my question. “You are mywife.”

Is that the reason? That he has gone so far out of his way simply because I am his wife? It makes me wonder about his expectations. He has not looked at me with desire in his eyes once, and I worry there’s something wrong with me. That he feels stuck with me. “I thank you, Ranan. It was not my intent to make you feel unappreciated with your efforts. I am not used to such kindnesses.”

He says nothing. Simply watches me. When I figure he’s done speaking, I pick up the pouch of willow bark and sniff it, wondering how much I can put into my cup for a dose, and if we have enough fresh water to waste on tea. My waterskin is near empty and I don’t want to bother him for more simply for a cup of tea.

“We will be at my grotto soon. This afternoon.”

“We will?”

He nods. “I go there sometimes when I have goods to store, or when the weather is bad and I do not wish to spend time on Akara’s back.” He leans closer, studying me. “I made a bed for you there. I thought you might like to visit.”

Would I? I think I would love that more than anything right now. Someplace that’s not a tent on a turtle’s back sounds ratherdelightful…but I don’t want to seem ungrateful. “I’m fine here if it’s too much trouble.”

Ranan’s expression ices over. “Speak truth to me, Vali. I do not like your lies.”

Oh, gods. I’ve done it again. In trying to be accommodating, I’ve annoyed him. I reach out and grab one of his hands. “I would love to go see your cave,” I blurt out. “I’m not used to being asked my opinion, that’s all.”

He relaxes, and gazes down at our joined hands. Mine looks small against his, and I automatically twine our fingers. It’s the first time we’ve held hands…or touched voluntarily. No, I think back, we touched when he was teaching me to swim, but every other time he’s acted as if I am a wild animal meant to be skirted around but never approached. Yet he’s not taking his hand from mine right now. That’s a good thing, I think.

“In case I don’t seem appreciative,” I say softly, stroking my thumb over the back of his hand. “I am humbled that you have done so much for me. It makes me happier than you can possibly imagine.”

He gazes down at our hands and nods once, then pulls his hand from my grip. “I will return when we arrive. Eat your food and drink your tea.”

I’m left alonefor a few hours, and make myself a strong cup of willow bark tea with the rest of my fresh water and a large chunk of the bark that I swirl in the cup with my finger to steep it. Tastes awful, but my cramps disappear like magic and I’m able to enjoy the day. The landscape is changing, the distant land coming closer. We’ve been following the shorelinefrom a distance far too great for me to swim, but now we’re approaching.

It’s not the most comforting shoreline. The gentle sands are gone, replaced by bleak gray cliffs with jagged rocks at the base. Nasty-looking waves crash against the tumble of boulders at the edge of the water, and I shudder to think of anyone swimming in that. I’ve heard from travelers that the shore gets more and more forbidding the closer one gets to the great city of Aventine, so we must be close.

That makes me nervous. Aventine is, among other things, a slave hub. Is Ranan taking me there after all? It’s the ideal place to ditch an unwanted wife, no questions asked. He said he wouldn’t…and yet he hasn’t kissed me, either. Hasn’t shown me any sort of husbandly interest.

And yet…he showered me with gifts.

He is a confusing man.

My belly clenches with nervousness as I work on cutting the serviceable fabric he gave me into a dress. I have no needle to sew it together, but I cut the edge into small tabs, and then I knot the tabs together, and it’s almost as good as sewing. I’m able to make myself a sheath dress with no sleeves, and I slip it over my head just as Ranan approaches.

The sea-ogre immediately frowns at me, eyeing my dress. “What is that?”

“Does it look bad? I made it just now.”

He shakes his head, his mouth thin with disapproval. “You should not be doing anything of the sort. You should be resting.”

“I can still help out. If you give me fish, I can clean them for you. Or dry them. Whatever you need.”

“I need you to rest.” Ranan’s hands go to his slim hips. “It doesn’t matter now. We are at my grotto. Do you think you can swim a short distance?”

I’m surprised he asks. “Even if I’m bleeding?”

“It is a short distance, and we are out of the deepest waters. I will hold your hand the entire time. You do not need to be afraid.” He holds a hand out to me, a silent invitation.

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