I was annoyed and surprised to find out how many people used this opportunity to talk to me about some bill they wanted to pass, what family they wanted their child placed with, or to complain about taxes. Even though everything in my life had become politically motivated, it would’ve been nice to have a few dances where I could pretend that it wasn’t.
The Chancellor cut in to dance with me, naturally, and I did my best to stay at arm’s length, but he kept trying to press me to him. It was hard to stay away from his sweaty torso anyway, because his belly was so rotund. His massive hand would probably leave a sweat stain on my back from trying to hold me to him.
“You look very, very lovely tonight, Princess,” the Chancellor said, and I hated the hungry way he looked at me. It made my skin crawl.
“Thank you.” I smiled only because I had to, but it was difficult.
“I do wish you would’ve taken me up on my offer, though.” He licked his lips, which were already damp with perspiration. “Remember? The last time we danced together, I suggested that you and I—”
“Excuse me,” Tove said, appearing at my side. “I’d like to dance with my wife, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, of course.” The Chancellor bowed and stepped away, but he didn’t bother to mask the irritation on his blubbery face.
“Thank you,” I said as Tove took my hand in his.
“Do not dance with him anymore,” Tove said, sounding exasperated. “I beg of you. Stay as far away from him as you can.”
“With pleasure,” I said and gave him an odd look. “Why?”
“That man is insufferable.” He grimaced and glanced back at the Chancellor, who was already shoving another piece of wedding cake in his mouth. “He has the most perverse, vile thoughts I’ve ever heard. And he gets so much louder when he’s close to you. The disgusting things he would do to you . . .” Tove actually shivered at that.
“What?” I asked. “How do you know? I thought you couldn’t read thoughts.”
“I can’t,” Tove said. “I can only hear when people are projecting, and he projects when he’s excited, apparently. What makes it worse is that I spent all day moving things so my abilities would be weak. I can barely hear anything. But I hear him loud and clear.”
“He’s that bad?” I asked, feeling grossed out that I had let the Chancellor touch me.
Tove nodded. “He’s horrible. As soon as we get a chance, we have got to get him out of office. Out of Förening, if possible. I don’t want him anywhere near our people.”
“Yes, definitely,” I agreed. “I’ve already been working on a plan to get rid of him.”
“Good,” Tove said, then smiled at me. “We’re already working together.”
A murmur ran through the crowd, and I looked around to see what all the fuss was about. Then I saw him, walking past table after table as if everybody weren’t stopping to stare at him.
Loki had ventured down from where he’d been hiding in the servants’ quarters. Since I’d granted him amnesty, he was no longer being guarded and was free to roam as he pleased, but I hadn’t exactly invited him to the wedding.
As Tove and I danced, I didn’t take my eyes off Loki. He walked around the dance floor toward the refreshments, but he kept watching me. He got a glass of champagne from the table, and even as he drank his eyes never left me.
Another Markis came over and cut in to dance with me, but I barely noticed when I switched partners. I tried to focus on the person I was dancing with. But there was something about the way Loki looked at me, and I couldn’t shake it.
The song had switched to something contemporary, probably the sheet music that Willa had slipped the orchestra. She’d insisted the whole thing would be far too dull if they only played classical.
The murmur died down, and people returned to dancing and talking. Loki took another swig of his champagne, then set the glass down and walked across the dance floor. Everyone parted around him, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or respect.
He wore all black, even his shirt. I had no idea where he’d gotten the clothes, but he did look debonair.
“May I have this dance?” Loki asked my dance partner, but his eyes were on me.
“Um, I don’t know if you should,” the Markis fumbled, but I was already moving away from him.
“No, it’s all right,” I said.
Uncertainly, the Markis stepped back, and Loki took my hand. When he placed his hand on my back, a shiver ran up my spine, but I tried to hide it and put my hand on his shoulder.
“You know, you weren’t invited to this,” I told him, but he merely smirked as we began dancing.
“So throw me out.”
“I might.” I raised my head defiantly, and that only made him laugh.
“If it’s as the Princess wishes,” he said, but he made no move to step away, and for some odd reason, I felt relieved.
“You didn’t hear about the ceremony, then?” I asked, hoping to keep him from running off. “Oren came to wish me well.”
“I heard one of the guards talking about it,” Loki said, his caramel eyes growing serious. “They said you did well and that you stood up for yourself.”
“I tried to anyway.” I shrugged. “He’s looking for you.”
“The King?” Loki asked, and I nodded. “Are you going to hand me over to him?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I teased, and he smiled again, erasing his momentary seriousness. “So, where’d you get the suit?”
“Believe it or not, that lovely friend of yours, Willa,” Loki said. “She brought me a whole slew of clothes last night. When I asked her why she was being so generous, she said it was out of fear that I would run around naked.”
I smiled. “That does sound like something you would do. Why are you wearing all black, though? Didn’t you know you were going to a wedding?”
“On the contrary,” he said, doing his best to look unhappy. “I’m in mourning over the wedding.”
“Oh, because it’s too late?” I asked.
“No, Wendy, it’s never too late.” His voice was light, but his eyes were solemn.
“May I cut in?” the best man asked.
“No, you may not,” Loki said. I’d started to move away from him, but he held fast.
“Loki,” I said, and my eyes widened.
“I’m still dancing with her,” Loki said, turning to look at him. “You can have her when I’m done.”
“Loki,” I said again, but he was already twirling me away. “You can’t do that.”
“I just did.” He grinned. “Oh, Wendy, don’t look so appalled. I’m already the rebel Prince of thine enemy. I can’t do much more to tarnish my image.”
“You can certainly tarnish mine,” I pointed out.
“Never,” Loki said, and it was his turn to look appalled. “I’m merely showing them how it’s done.”
He began spinning me around the dance floor in grand arcs, my gown swirling around me. He was a brilliant dancer, moving with grace and speed. Everyone had stopped to watch us, but I didn’t care. This was the way a Princess was supposed to dance on her wedding day.
The song ended, switching to something by Mozart, and he slowed, almost to a stop, but he kept me in his arms.
“Thank you.” I smiled. My skin felt flushed from dancing, and I was a little out of breath. “That was a wonderful dance.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, staring intently at me. “You are so beautiful.”
“Stop,” I said, looking away as my cheeks reddened.
“How can you blush?” Loki asked, laughing gently. “People must tell you how beautiful you are a thousand times a day.”
“It’s not the same,” I said.
“It’s not the same?” Loki echoed. “Why? Because you know they don’t mean it like I do?”
We did stop dancing then, and neither of us said anything. Garrett came up to us. He smiled, but his eyes didn’t appear happy.
“Can I cut in?” Garrett ask
ed.
“Yes,” Loki said, shaking off the intensity he’d had a moment ago, and grinned broadly at Garrett. “She’s all yours, good sir. Take care of her.”
He patted Garrett on the arm once for good measure and gave me a quick smile before heading back over to the refreshment table.
“Was he bothering you?” Garrett asked me as we began to dance.
“Um, no.” I shook my head. “He’s just . . .” I trailed off because I didn’t know what he was.
I watched Loki as he drained another glass of champagne, and then he left the ballroom just as abruptly as he’d entered.
“Are you sure?” Garrett asked.
“Yes, everything is fine.” I smiled reassuringly at him. “Why? Am I in trouble for dancing with him?”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “It’s your wedding. You’re supposed to have a little fun. It would’ve been nice if it was with the groom, but . . .” He shrugged.
“Elora’s not mad, is she?” I asked.
“Elora doesn’t have the strength to be mad anymore,” Garrett said, almost sadly. “Don’t worry about her. You’ve got enough to deal with.”
“Thank you,” I said.
I looked around the dance floor. Willa was dancing with Tove again, and when she caught my eyes, she gave me a what-the-hell look. I assumed it was in reference to my dance with Loki, but Tove didn’t seem upset. That was something, at least.
EIGHT
morning after
Even though I wore a wedding gown that had to weigh at least twenty pounds, I’d never felt so naked in my life.
I stood at the foot of my new bed in my new bedroom. These had been Elora’s chambers, but they were mine now, mine to share with my husband. Tove was next to me, and we both just stared at the bed.
When the reception started winding down, Tove’s parents, my mother, Willa, Garrett, and a few other ranking officials, including that disgusting Chancellor, had ushered us up to the room. They were all laughing, talking about how magical this would be, then they shut the door behind us.
“On wedding nights, when a Prince or a King were married, they used to close the curtains around the four-poster bed,” Tove said. “Then the family and officials would sit around all night, so they could be sure that they were having sex.”
“That is really disturbing,” I said. “Why on earth would they do that?”
He shrugged. “To ensure they would produce offspring. That is the only reason why they arranged marriages.”
“I guess I should be happy they’re not doing that with us.”
“Do you think they’re listening outside the door?”
“I really, really hope not.”
We kept staring at the bed, refusing to look at each other. I don’t think either of us knew what to do. I had planned to wait long enough until I was certain everyone had grown bored and left, but past that, I had no idea how this night would go.
Tove and I would never have a normal marital relationship, but for some reason, I did assume we would consummate our union on our wedding night. We would have to eventually, because we would be expected to produce an heir to the throne, regardless of whether we were attracted to each other. Or in Tove’s case, even attracted to my gender.
“This dress is really heavy,” I said finally.
“It looks like it.” Tove glanced at my dress and the piles of train that had been tacked up on the back so I could dance. “The train itself has to weigh like ten pounds.”
“At least,” I agreed. “So . . . I’d like to get out of it.”
“Oh, right.” He paused. “Go ahead. I guess.”
“Well . . . I need your help.” I gestured to the back of it. “There’s like a thousand buttons and snaps to undo, and I can’t reach them.”
“Oh, right, of course.” Tove shook his head. “I should’ve known.”
I turned my back to him and stood patiently while he undid all the buttons and snaps. It seemed ridiculous when I thought about it. This dress was meant to come off, but it took him at least fifteen minutes to get them all undone. And the whole time, neither of us said anything.
“There you go,” he said. “All done.”
“Thank you.” I held the dress in the front to keep it from falling off, and I turned to face him. “Should I . . . do I need to put pajamas on?”
“Oh.” He rubbed his hands on his pants. “Um, if you want to.”
“Are you going to?” I asked.
“I . . . yeah.” He bit the inside of his cheek and lowered his eyes. “We don’t have to. I mean, you know, have sex. We can if you want to. I guess. But we don’t have to.”
“Oh,” I said, because that seemed like the only thing to say.
“Do you want to?” Tove asked, looking at me.
“Uh . . . not really, no,” I admitted. “But we could try kissing, maybe.”
“No, that’s okay.” He scratched the back of his head and looked around the room. “We can take this slow. Tonight’s only the first night. We have our whole lives to . . . figure out how to sleep with each other.”
“Yeah,” I said, and laughed nervously. “So, I’ll go put on pajamas?”
“Yeah, me too.”
Still holding my dress around me, I went into the closet only to find a problem. I had no clothes here. None of Elora’s clothes were even in here. The closet was bare.
“Do you have any clothes?” Tove asked from the bedroom. “Because these dressers are empty.”
“Oh, hell, I bet they did that on purpose.” I sighed and walked back out.
“They didn’t give us clothes because . . .” He trailed off and smiled thinly.
“So I have nothing to sleep in.”
“You can wear my T-shirt,” Tove offered. He undid the top buttons of his dress shirt, then pulled it over his head, revealing a plain white T-shirt. “Do you want to?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said.
He took off his shirt, then handed it to me. I turned around, so my back was to him, and I pulled on his T-shirt. I stepped out of my dress, and it felt amazing to be free of it. Everything about me felt lighter.
When I’d finished, I saw that Tove had taken off his pants, so he was wearing only his boxers. I went around to my side of the bed and sat down on the edge. I peeled off the jewelry I’d been wearing, except for my new wedding ring with a giant diamond.
I climbed into bed, sliding underneath the mounds of covers. The bed was massive, so even after Tove got in it, there was still plenty of room between us. I waited until he was settled, then I leaned over and turned off my bedside lamp, submerging the room in darkness.
“Is it okay?” Tove asked.
“What?”
“That I don’t love you.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said carefully. “I think it’s okay.”
“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but I thought you should know.” He moved in the bed, and I felt a subtle motion on my side.
“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you told me.” I paused for a minute. “I don’t love you.”
“And that’s okay?”
“I think so.”
“It was a nice wedding,” Tove said, somewhat randomly. “Except for the part with your dad.”
“Yeah. It was really nice,” I agreed. “Willa and Aurora did a good job.”
“They did.”
The day had been exhausting, and I hadn’t slept much the night before. So it didn’t take long for sleep to overtake me. I fell asleep on my wedding night, still a virgin.
The doors burst open, startling me awake. I nearly jumped out of bed. Tove groaned next to me, since I did this weird mind-slap thing whenever I woke up scared, and it always hit him the worst. I’d forgotten about it because it had been a few months since the last time it happened.
“Good morning, good morning, good morning,” Loki chirped, wheeling in a table covered with silver domes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, squint
ing at him. He’d pulled up the shades. I was tired as hell, and I was not happy.
“I thought you two lovebirds would like breakfast,” Loki said. “So I had the chef whip you up something fantastic.” As he set up the table in the sitting area, he looked over at us. “Although you two are sleeping awfully far apart for newlyweds.”
“Oh, my god.” I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.
“You know, I think you’re being a dick,” Tove told him as he got out of bed. “But I’m starving. So I’m willing to overlook it. This time.”
“A dick?” Loki pretended to be offended. “I’m merely worried about your health. If your bodies aren’t used to strenuous activities, like a long night of lovemaking, you could waste away if you don’t get plenty of protein and rehydrate. I’m concerned for you.”
“Yes, we both believe that’s why you’re here,” Tove said sarcastically and took a glass of orange juice that Loki had poured for him.
“What about you, Princess?” Loki’s gaze cut to me as he filled another glass.
“I’m not hungry.” I sighed and sat up.
“Oh, really?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “Does that mean that last night—”
“It means that last night is none of your business,” I snapped.
I got up and hobbled over to Elora’s satin robe, which had been left on a nearby chair. My feet and ankles ached from all the dancing I’d done the night before.
“Don’t cover up on my account,” Loki said as I put on the robe. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”
“Oh, I have plenty you haven’t seen,” I said and pulled the robe around me.
“You should get married more often,” Loki teased. “It makes you feisty.”
I rolled my eyes and went over to the table. Loki had set it all up, complete with a flower in a vase in the center, and he’d pulled off the domed lids to reveal a plentiful breakfast. I took a seat across from Tove, only to realize that Loki had pulled up a third chair for himself.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, I went to all the trouble of having someone prepare it, so I might as well eat it.” Loki sat down and handed me a flute filled with orange liquid. “I made mimosas.”
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