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. Your Highness  The discussion is over.When you have another suggestion for how we can get around ourdilemma of taxed resources, I will be open to hearing it.What next?The meeting continued amiably enough, but there was a tension in the court that never fullydissolved.Levana tried to ignore it.She was the queen Luna had been waiting for.She would solve this problem too for her people,for her country, for her throne.* * * I m telling you, I m good at this, said Levana, pacing giddily around the bedroom. I m sure you are, said Evret, laughing as Winter brought him a pair of Levana s shoes from thecloset. Thank you, darling, he said, setting the shoes aside.Winter gleefully darted back toward thecloset.Looking up, Evret beamed. This is the happiest I ve seen you in a long time.It was the happiest Levana had felt in a long time. I ve never been good at anything, she said. Channary was the better dancer, the better singer, better at manipulation, better at everything.But ha! Iam a better queen, and everyone knows it.Evret s smile became hesitant, and she knew he was uncomfortable speaking ill of the dead, butLevana didn t care.It had been almost a year since Channary s death, and she d felt like even a day ofmourning was too much.She suspected that the poor seamstress who would never walk again wouldagree with her.Winter scurried by, handing her father another pair of shoes.He patted her head, where her hair hadgrown into wild curls that haloed her round face. Thank you.She skipped away again. And the people.I think they re really starting to love me. Love you?Levana stopped pacing, caught off guard by the mocking in his tone.Evret s smile quickly fell, as if he had caught the derision too late. Sweetheart, he said, a namethat he d started using for her not long into their marriage.It simultaneously served to make her heartpatter, and to make her question if he called her this so that he wouldn t accidentally call her Solstice. You are no doubt a good queen, and doing great things for Artemisia.But the people don t know you.Have you even been to the outer sectors? Of course I haven t.I m the queen.I have people who go out there and report back. You re the queen regent, he corrected.Levana flinched she was coming to despise the wordregent. And while I m sure that the reports you get are very accurate, it still wouldn t allow for thepeople to get to know you, their ruler.They can t love a stranger.Thank you, Winter.And besides,whenever you do your news broadcasts, you always& She narrowed her eyes, waiting. It s just & you never show your face, when they record you.Rumors are starting, you know.People think you re hiding something.And love begins with trust, and trust can t be formed if peoplethink you re hiding something. Glamours don t work through video.You know that.Everyone knows that. Then don t show them your glamour. He gestured at her face. Why not just be yourself? They lladmire you for it. How would you know? You ve never seen me!He was momentarily taken aback, his dark eyes blinking up at her.Winter, too, stopped in thedoorway, carrying yet another pair of glittering shoes.Evret stood and cleared his throat. You re right, but whose fault is that? Papa? said Winter, cocking her head. Why is Mother yelling?Levana rolled her eyes.This was how it had been since the day Winter started speaking.Sheaddressed her father only.Levana was just the bystander, a mother in title only. No reason, darling.Why don t you go play with your dolls? Nudging Winter toward theplayroom, Evret poured himself a drink from a small tray on the side table. You do realize that youhave been my wife now for more than three years, he said, watching the amber liquid splash over theice cubes. I have not fought you.I have not left.But I m beginning to wonder if this will ever becomea real marriage, or if you plan on living this lie until one of us is dead.Levana s diaphragm quivered unexpectedly, warning her that she might cry, telling her that hiswords hurt more than she admitted on the surface. You think our marriage is a lie? As you just said even I have never seen what you really look like. And that s what s important to you? That I be beautiful, like she was. Stars above, Levana. He pressed the glass onto the table without taking a drink. You re the onewho impersonates her.You re the one who hides.I ve never wanted that.What exactly are you afraidof? That you would never look at me again! Trust me, Evret.You would never see me the same way. You think I m that shallow? That I care at all what you look like under your glamour?She turned away. You don t know what you re asking. I think I do.I know there are scars, burns of some sort.I ve heard the rumors.Levana grimaced. And I know your sister said you were ugly from the time you were a baby, and I can only imaginethe kind of damage that does to a person.But & Levana&  Sighing, Evret came up behind her, settlinghis warm hands on her shoulders. I had a wife once that I could talk to about anything.That I trustedimplicitly.I think, if you and I are going to make this work, we need to at least try to have that too.Butthat will never happen if you re always going to hide from me. That will never happen, Levana hissed,  if you constantly insist on comparing me with her.He turned her around to face him. You compare yourself with her. He cupped her face. Let mesee you.Let me judge for myself what I can or can t handle. He gestured to the window. Let thepeople judge for themselves.Levana gulped, afraid to realize that she was considering it.Was it true, that he could never know her, trust her, love her, so long as she hid behind this glamourof beauty and perfection? No, I can t do it, she whispered, pulling herself out of his grip.His face fell, and a moment laterhis hands did too. Maybe you re right about the people.No you are right.I ll plan a tour through theouter sectors.I ll let them see me. Your glamour, you mean.She grated her teeth. Me.This is all that matters, so please, don t ask me again.Shaking his head, he returned for his drink. Trust me, Levana said emphatically, even as her vision blurred. It s better this way.I m betterthis way. That s the problem, he said, unable to look at her as he took a sip. I don t trust you.I don t evenknow how to start.* * *The idea came to her slowly.At first, it was merely a horrible, guilty fantasy.That there was no Selene.That Channary had died, alone and childless.That Levana was already the true queen [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]