Page 76 of The Scarlet Star

Belorme watched him eat it in silence for several moments. “We’ve chosen her,” he stated before Xerxes was finished.

Xerxes’s lips paused on the fruit. He took his last bite slowly, sucking in the juice. He turned and hurled the core up into the skylight tunnel. It smacked the wall and bits of pear showered down over the tree.

“It’s going to be Calliope,” Belorme stated again. “The Queen.”

Xerxes did not acknowledge the claim. He refused to reply as he tugged a leaf from the tree, dropped it, and watched it flip through the air until it met the cobbled ground. He crushed it with the toe of his boot, strangling the leaf to death beneath the pressure. A green smear was left on the rock.

“If you reward Calliope at the first trial, and if you offer to meet with her in the evening as her prize, we will cancel the rest of the trials, send the other maidens home with riches, and you will no longer have to suffer through this. Once you’re married, Calliope will leave you alone, just like your last wife did.”

Xerxes’s glare rose. His blood boiled at the mention of the woman who was never to be spoken of. But that wasn’t all.

Ryn. He’d promised her three months. He could not let her leave—He could not stay trapped by his voices forever. He would rather die.

Xerxes fought the urge to blurt the truth to this man who had been playing puppet master for too long. The truth that Xerxes would never marry Calliope and that if the Celestial Divinities threatened to strike him down if he did not choose a wife…

It would be Ryn. He would pick her.

His heart tugged him toward the spiral staircase at his back as he realized. He felt the overwhelming need to find her immediately. He didn’t know why.

Or maybe he did. Ryn had been the sole recipient of Xerxes’s sincere laughter since the day he caught her escaping through the garden. She’d been the sole recipient of his heart flutters, the one to prove that beneath all his monstrosity, he did have a heart after all. She’d been the focus of his interest, the obsession of his thoughts every time she was within view, and all the more when she wasn’t. Ryn even made him believe, briefly, that he wasn’t a monster.

Divinities, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything. With or without his voices, he could not let her leave the palace or be sent away. Because if she was gone, he was sure he would never smile again.

“Answer me, Xerxes. Do we have a deal? I can make these trials go away.” Belorme tilted his head, waiting.

Xerxes stood taller, the beastly parts of him on edge. “I will not get married,” he articulated. “Not to Calliope, not to anyone. Fake my death and choose a new King if you must. I will not be a husband again.” He grabbed Belorme’s collar, and the sage’s hood fell back. The man’s eyes weren’t big and startled like Xerxes had expected; they were dark. Menacing. At the sight of them, Xerxes had no doubt Belorme could devise a plan to haveXerxes murdered in his sleep and choose a new, more obedient King.

“If Calliope touches me on that stage,” Xerxes went on, “I will kill her before everyone.”

It was a bluff, but it worked. Belorme’s face changed, his cheeks falling white. Xerxes kept his gaze on the sage as he reached to the tree beside him and plucked a pear from its branch. He grabbed Belorme’s hand and placed the pear into it.

“For your hunger,” Xerxes said.

He turned his back to the sage, and he marched up the stairs, thinking only of the girl he could not let go.

The moon found its place above the palace. Ryn wasn’t in her chambers, and the organizers were being obnoxious about not letting him see her anyway, stating how important it was that he not get a hint of what sense she chose for the trial. As if he cared a dime about the trials anymore.

“Tell her I’m looking for her when she comes back,” he told the organizers hovering outside her door, but he knew they probably wouldn’t. Belorme had likely gotten around to everyone already. The whole palace had probably been instructed to cause interference so he’d never run into Ryn again.

Xerxes rubbed his temples as he walked, his skin growing tighter, his headache becoming more irritating by the second. Voices he’d pushed aside for a little while began slipping back in. Tempting him to do ugly things. Making him notice how vulnerable every person he passed was.

How easy it would be to break something large and cause a great ruckus that would turn heads and strike fear into his subjects throughout the palace. Xerxes eyed the statue of Eos in the atrium, imagining hurling the goddess across the room and watching her smash to a thousand pieces. The Intelligentsia would be enraged he’d dared to insult one of their precious goddesses. Xerxes stopped before the statue, thinking about doing it.

“Your Majesty?” A soft voice brought him to glance over his shoulder. The blond fellow stood there. Xerxes had already forgotten his name, but he eyed him until it returned.

Matthias.

Xerxes raised a brow as he waited for the guard to spit out his request.

“I’m wondering if you know what happened to Ryn?” the Folke asked.

Xerxes turned to face him. “Explain what you mean.” He didn’t intend for it to sound demanding, but it did.

“I can’t find her anywhere,” Matthias apologized. “I was told she was with a man, and I assumed it was you…”

Xerxes did a sweep of the atrium, taking in every servant and statue and painting and councilman. He’d already visited the Abandoned Temple, and Ryn wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her guardswoman all day either. “Does…” Xerxes pursed his lips as he thought about how to ask. “Does she haveotherfriends here who are… men? That are like brothers? Apart from you, I mean?”

Matthias’s brows furrowed. “No,” he said.

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