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That’s what allies do, if not lovers.”
“Once upon a spicy time, a princess and a jester fell in love,” I narrated. “They waited a lifetime to have their court’s blessing, the jester watching and waiting as the princess grew into her role. Soon enough, her days became busier, filled with new faces and obligations. She met warriors and noblemen, debated with them at roundtables, and invited them to the revels. She received her peers and her subjects, with less and less freedom to idle in the arms of her jester. By the time they realized they’d grown apart, the feast had grown cold.”
Queens can be leaders on their own.”
“The court won’t disapprove forever. You’re Poet. You can bewitch anybody. And I’m a smart leader. I can sway the rest. And when the day comes, I’ll appoint an heir, because I don’t have to give birth to one. I’ll be married to Autumn and loving you.”
I offer you my heart. I offer to rule without a king so I can be with you, and that’s your reply? That I’m—that we’re not enough?”
You’re a coward,”
“And you said loving took courage.
“I swear I won’t abandon either of you. Nicu will have my adoration every morning. He will have me at his bedside every night. I will sit with him. I will listen to his stories. I will tie ribbons through every corridor. I will hold his hand and bring him to the dais, so that he may see his father dominate the great hall. I won’t let anyone harm him. I’m his. I’m yours. You come first because you’re my family, as are my mother and my father and Eliot. You are my family.”
“I’m not ashamed to love you, and I will fight for that with everything I am, and I won’t hide it. I have pretended long enough. I’m not afraid of Autumn’s judgment or retaliation.
Someday we’ll make a differen...
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“I can’t love her,”
None wanted us as she did. None wanted her the way we could.
Where are you?
I knew you’d come.
“Where did you go just now?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll always come back.”
“The tale.”
“It begins with a ribbon.”
The first time I spun this tale, you’d been naked and sleeping beside me in that secluded forest bower. Thus, I’d replayed the heated story quietly in my mind, a prelude of sorts.
But you’ll always be the one who knew first how it began, long before they did. I could promise to withhold privileged details, to keep them purely between us. I could promise to be humble and discreet, to restrain myself from bragging. But you’re not afraid of the truth. And I’m not that good of a liar.
what was to stop Poet and Briar from mounting a campaign for equality? Such a fire could spread, causing mayhem throughout The Dark Seasons. Spring. Summer. Winter.
“When this is over, you will be ruined,” I whispered to the princess. “And you will lose him.”
