ログインAria's POV Riven pushed the door open and stood aside. Marta came in the way she always did, like the room had been expecting her, her basket over one arm and a bowl of steaming water balanced in her other hand. She took one look at Olive and set everything down on the table without a word. “I’ll leave you ladies to it,” Riven said quietly. He caught my eye briefly before he pulled the door closed. Something passed between us. Not words, just the particular look of someone putting everything they wanted to say in a place they’d come back to later. The latch clicked. Marta was already moving. “Chair closer to the light,” she said to me. I shifted it without being asked. She pulled a second stool up behind Olive and sat, dipping a clean cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced hands. “I need to take what’s left of this off,” she said to Olive. Matter of fact. No softness in it but no harshness either. Olive nodded once. Marta peeled the torn fabric away f
“He’ll do it again,” Olive said finally.“I know.”“Next time he comes. If he finds anything else to correct. He’ll do it again and it’ll be worse because now he knows you’ll come out to stop it which means he can use me to get to you whenever he wants.”She wasn’t being dramatic. She was being precise. That was the thing about Olive — she never catastrophized, she just saw clearly and said what she saw.“Yes,” I said.“So what are we going to do about it.”Not a question. A statement with a question’s shape.I opened my mouth.The door opened and Riven leaned in. He looked at Marta’s empty place and then at us and read the room in about two seconds.“Am I interrupting?”“No,” Olive said. “Come in. We’re problem solving.”He came in and pulled a chair up and sat with his forearms on his knees, his eyes moving to Olive’s back briefly before coming to my face.“She’s right,” I said. “Cassius will use her against me every time he wants to remind me of my position. As long as Olive is the
Aria's POV Riven pushed the door open and stood aside.Marta came in the way she always did, like the room had been expecting her, her basket over one arm and a bowl of steaming water balanced in her other hand. She took one look at Olive and set everything down on the table without a word.“I’ll leave you ladies to it,” Riven said quietly.He caught my eye briefly before he pulled the door closed. Something passed between us. Not words, just the particular look of someone putting everything they wanted to say in a place they’d come back to later.The latch clicked.Marta was already moving.“Chair closer to the light,” she said to me. I shifted it without being asked. She pulled a second stool up behind Olive and sat, dipping a clean cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced hands.“I need to take what’s left of this off,” she said to Olive. Matter of fact. No softness in it but no harshness either.Olive nodded once.Marta peeled the torn fabric away from her ba
Aria's povTwo guards appeared around the side of the palace before Riven could pull the door shut behind us. Beta trainees, broad and blank-faced, moving with the mechanical purpose of men following orders they hadn’t been asked to consider. They walked past me like I wasn’t standing there and took Olive by both arms.“Get off her—”They didn’t even look at me.Olive didn’t struggle. That was the thing that broke something in my chest, she didn’t struggle because she already knew it would make it worse, because she had lived in this world long enough to know exactly how this went. She let them take her arms and walk her out into the yard and I stood there watching them wrap her in the rough burlap sack, binding it around her shoulders, and I couldn’t move.The wooden platform was already there as if someone had set it up while Cassius was inside drinking his tea.He stood behind it with his hands folded at the small of his back, looking out at the frost-dead garden like a man waiting
Aria's povBreakfast was warm and the morning was quiet and for exactly forty seven minutes I forgot that the rest of the world existed.Riven sat across from me at the small table by the window, his bandaged chest hidden under a loose shirt, his hair still disheveled from sleep. Olive had made eggs with herbs from the cold palace garden and left the pot of tea between us and had the good sense to busy herself in the kitchen without commentary.I was reaching for the teapot when we heard footsteps on the gravel path outside. The particular rhythm of someone who walked like authority was a garment they’d been wearing so long they forgot it was there.Olive appeared in the doorway so fast she must have been listening for it.Her eyes were wide. She looked at Riven. Then at me. Then at the door.“Elder Cassius,” she mouthed.The blood drained from my face.Riven was already on his feet. No hesitation, no discussion. He picked up his plate and his cup and moved. I was right behind him, gr
Aria’s POVI woke before him.The room was pale grey, that thin early light that couldn’t decide if it was dawn yet. Riven was warm at my back, his arm heavy across my waist, his breathing slow and even. The bandage on his chest had dried overnight. Still needed changing but not bleeding. I exhaled quietly.I started to slide out from under his arm.He pulled me back firmly.His arm tightened and he tucked me back against his chest like I was something that belonged there and pressed his lips to the back of my head without opening his eyes.“Where are you running off to,” he said. His voice was thick with sleep.“Marta. Your bandages need…”“Five minutes.”“Riven…”“Five minutes, Aria.”I softened against him before I’d decided to. His warmth was everywhere, his heartbeat steady against my spine, and the mate bond hummed low and content in my chest like something that had finally been fed. I told myself I would get up in five minutes. I would be responsible and practical and fetch Mar