For a while, Alcina’s attention is captured entirely by Brendan, spinning her in dizzying exhilarating circles around the dance floor.She has only ever spent nights, hidden away in the most unobtrusive corners she could find, in this very ballroom in the Heartlands palace.Alcina had never had the occasion nor the desire, to step out into where others could judge and whisper about her. But Brendan holds her hand as though she were the most precious jewel to have been ever discovered, and gazes down at her as though she were something immeasurably cherished.Treats her, as though she were not something to be hidden away, in the unseen corners of the room; but rather, something that belonged in the center of the universe, around which the rest of the world gravitates. A hand taps Brendan on the shoulder. “May I cut in for this lovely lady’s hand for a dance?”Alcina startles.She stares, wide-eyed, at Darla, who stands beside them, a wicked smile on her lips.Brendan eyes her as thou
Later that night, Brendan embarks on a search for his own wife.As per usual, Alcina had left to go for her routine visit to the dragons, just before bed. But where she usually returned within an hour, this time, nearly two had passed when Alcina still had yet to return; another thirty minutes later, Brendan had decided to set out and search for Alcina himself.When he glances outside in the courtyard where she usually remains with the dragons and finds Orion and Perseus, alone, he knows where his wife might be.The only other place, that would call her attention so late at night.* * * * * * * * * * *Alcina gazes down at her father’s face, smoothed by sleep, unconsciousness, rather, in a way that she has never seen it, before.She tries to think of the last time she had ever seen her father’s features, without the lines that seemed to have permanently etched themselves into something disapproving, and she cannot remember.Her earliest memory, after all, is of her father, gazing down
Nine a.m. finds Alcina standing across from Darla in the emptied courtyard, Orion and Perseus seated dutifully a few feet away. Alfred had been called to assist his mother with matters around the palace, and Nordin, begrudgingly, had had to depart to his own family’s home to attend to business there. It had left Brendan and Percy, then, as the only spectators, settled as they are under the shade of a tree some meters away.Alcina stands now, feeling stilted and a bit displaced, hands held awkwardly at her sides.Darla, in contrast, stands perfectly, utterly still; and, as always, demonstrates a sense of incredible self-ease, as though it were effortless to simply exist. Alcina envies her for that, more than anything else.“So, you can summon fire on your hands, you said?” Darla says.Diving right into it, then.Alcina shifts. “I- I’m not sure,” she admits.The only time she had summoned fire, had been...Elton.With Brendan, it hadn’t been fire, but- heat.Darla tilts her head. Her e
“No.”Alcina fumbles with the straps currently adorning Perseus’s broad back the contraption that, she claims, is meant to strap a person in. Brendan stares at it with an unmoving expression.Alcina pouts.Brendan remains firm. “You do realize,” he drawls. “That I am, technically, still in recovery, yes?”Alcina winces.“I don’t know about you, but I’m rather certain that falling hundreds of feet to my death is not what the healers advised for a speedy recovery-”Alcina whines at him. Stomps her foot, even, in a way that Brendan resolutely does not find at all endearing.“You won’t fall,” she says. “I have been practicing very hard this entire week, at flying with Perseus!”Brendan raises a solemn brow. “You mean to say that this is a newly acquired skill that you are attempting to pass off on me, then?”Alcina flushes. “Brendan,” she wheedles. Brendan briefly spares a moment of appreciation, anew, for the two older brothers who have raised this petulant little thing, all these years
Back in the Western Plains, a Commander General continues his vigilant observance throughout the night, long after all the castle lights have been extinguished.Alone, he sits, eyes sharp as he assesses each unobtrusive corner of the room.It is none other than Lord Brendan’s own private study, a room that is locked and forbidden to all those aside from the lord himself, and his most trusted advisor: the General who has tasted only the sweetness of victory, each time he has stepped onto the battlefield.Lincoln tilts his head.And then, in a motion too quick for an ordinary man to catch, seizes the dagger laying innocently across the desk, and hurls it across the room.It sinks itself into its target.A gasped expletive fills the air.Lincoln picks up a second dagger, its blade gleaming under the single line of moonlight spilling in through the sliver in the curtains. This, in the next breath, he throws with lethal accuracy.“My, would you look at that,” he says cheerfully, brightly.
Two hours in and Alcina is already exhausted.It is midday, now, and the sun beats harshly down on her back, thoroughly drenched with sweat. The wind whipping at her face and limbs from Orion’s movements as she darts through the air does little to cool her down, perspiration dotting her temples and her hair matted to her forehead and neck.Alcina can barely hold on to her sword as it is, while still maintaining her tenuous hold on one of Orion’s spikes to steady herself on her back.A pair of arrows whistle as they just barely miss her cheek, her hair whipping upwards from the projectiles spinning past her just a millimeter away from her skin. “Pay attention,” Percy says from the ground, where he stands, perfectly relaxed with his hands tucked into his pockets - not at all unlike the form he’d assumed, that day of the ruinous wedding.Darla, seated beside him still in her panther’s form, licks her lips in a manner that sends a shiver down Alcina’s back.She yelps, then, as Orion jerk
Alcina sips dutifully at the glass of water Brendan had forced upon her, eyes doleful as she peeks up at him from underneath her lashes.Brendan stands over her, arms crossed, not unlike an ominous guard watching with keen eyes as if to ensure Alcina truly is drinking the water. They had hardly made it to the closest parlor room from the courtyard entrance when Brendan had promptly sat her down on a chair and ordered a terrified attendant to fetch a pitcher of water.Alcina sips obediently at her second glass now, shoulders slumped both in exhaustion and misery as she glances up at Brendan through her drenched bangs.“Why do you look as though someone has slaughtered your childhood pet?” Brendan demands.Alcina recognizes the terseness of Brendan’s awkward attempts at caring for someone, but cannot help the slight grimace all the same. “You were watching, weren’t you?” she says sullenly, mouthing at the rim of her cup. “I was terrible-”“You were not terrible,” Brendan begins to say,
Alcina watches wordlessly as the Gifted medic heals Brendan’s palm. She stares intently at the white glow emanating from the woman’s hand, as she hovers it over Brendan’s burned palm. Slowly, the reddish hue of the burn recedes, until Brendan’s palm has returned to its normal state.Alcina wishes she could have been born with a Gift like hers, something that would allow her to chase away the bruises and ailments and scars on Brendan’s skin; not something that would hurt him. Human nature, she realizes, is greedy beyond all belief. How many years had she yearned for a Gift, any Gift, she remembers wishing desperately in these very halls? And now that she has been graced with one, she yearns for something more, still.With a respectful bow, the healer excuses herself, leaving just the two of them in the otherwise empty room. Alcina doesn’t move from her perch, sitting ramrod straight in her chair. Stares at Brendan’s hand, every fiber of her being longing to reach out for it so that