Page 20 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

Hmph.“Sometimes your answers are very annoying, you know that?”

Yes.

Chapter

Fourteen

Idream that Balon sails off to join the war with King Lionel, heading to the distant mountains. In my dream, he meets a pretty Fellian princess and marries her, and I never hear from him again. I sit in the tower, waiting and waiting, and Balon never returns.

Weren’t you to marry a princess?the Fellian woman asks Balon in my dream.

What princess?he replies, his smile wide.Shall I tell you about my new horse?

When I awaken, I’m covered in sweat, gasping, and in a foul mood. It takes a moment of staring into the darkness to realize it was just a dream, and I sit up, pushing my hair out of my face. It’s pitch black in my chamber as it always is, and I feel the oppressiveness of it today. Fumbling through the bedsheets, I look for my knife. When I find it, I grip it tight in my hand. “That was just a dream, wasn’t it?”

Yes.

I exhale in sharp relief. “Does Balon ever intend upon coming back?”

Yes.

Oh. I’ve been afraid to ask that question before now, simply because I’ve been afraid the answer would be an unpleasant one and it would send me into a fit of depression. “When?” I ask, and then shake my head. “Tonight?”

Yes.

I all but squeal with delight. Finally, someone to talk to. Something to look forward to. I jump to my feet in the darkness. “Do I have time for a bath? A real one?”

Yes.

Excellent.

I tuck the knife into my dress and race down to the kitchens, counting the steps in the darkness. I’m getting better at navigating in the pitch black, though it still feels oppressive. Right now, though, I’m choosing to dwell in the dark instead of the choice being taken from me. As long as I have a handful of candles, it’s my choice, I reason.

It takes hours to heat my bath, wash up, and then dry my hair by the fire. Since the water’s already warm, I wash a chemise, too, and wring it out by the fire. I’m a little perturbed at how little wood I have left. I’ve burned through all the trunks I’ve broken down and all I have left is the heavy sled and whatever I can find on the top floor. I’m almost out of tinder and I’ve been supplementing with fluff I pulled out of a pillow.

That’s a problem for tomorrow, I tell myself as I dress in a fresh chemise, my wet one hanging off a hook near the fireplace. I’ll have to save the rest for winter, which should be coming soon. After that, well, I’ll figure something out.

I comb my wet hair by the flickering fire and glance over at the Fellian’s supplies. His wood pile is enormous once more, and he’s gotten more from somewhere. Or maybe he’s hiding some in his rooms? It’s impossible for me to tell. Either way, I’m jealous. I know his side of the root cellar is still packed with food while mine dwindles. Does he even eat? Meanwhile I’ve been using upall my fuel to make my medicine and to heat my bath. Even now, I’m making a batch of medicine for just in case. I stir the small pot over the fire, the foul stink of the herbal concoction mixed with the dried organs permeating the room.

I wonder…

I get to my feet, flicking my long wet hair over my shoulder, and open the root cellar. The firelight casts shadows over the interior, making it barely visible, and I break down and light a nub of a candle I’ve been keeping for such an occasion. My light held high, I step down the short stone staircase and into the cellar.

He’s got so much food. Every single cheese wheel is untouched, even. I know, I’ve counted them a dozen times over. The container of nuts seems to be as full as ever, and the bags of vegetables look far fresher than my own. It hardly seems fair. I’ve never been tempted to steal his food before, but the realization that my own supplies are dwindling is making me anxious. I reach out and touch a decorated jar, wondering what the contents are.

Out of nowhere, a hand grabs my wrist and hauls it away. My candle stub goes flying and gutters out, and I let out a cry of surprise as I’m pinned against the shelf of food.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the Fellian growls at me. My wrist is held high over my head, and the Fellian looms over my pinned body. He’s absolutely enormous compared to my smaller form, and I’m acutely aware of his strength and size.

“I was just looking.”

He squeezes my wrist. “You think you can steal from me without me knowing? You think I am that foolish?”

My shock is ebbing, replaced with irritation. I jerk at my trapped wrist. “I wasn’t going to steal. I was just curious.” When he doesn’t release me, I retort, “My food is down here, too. How do I know you’re not stealing mine?”

“Your spells should tell you the truth of that.”

“My what?” I frown up at the glittering green eyes.

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