Fragile Eternity
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Maybe that was a mistake. Donias fingertips were points of ice. Summer began early this yearbecause I allowed it.
And we appreciate that.
Donia toyed with the ice in and on her hands, clicking the shards together. Yet you come into my home as if you are stronger, as if whatyou want matters more, as if your court has a voice in my domain.
Aislinns temper flared, a blink of sunlight in the icy room, but she still moved back. I didnt mean it that way. We didnt. I just dont see why you have to be unreasonable.
Unreasonable? Because whatSummer seeks must be a good idea?
Aislinn couldnt answer. It seemed obvious that a stronger Winter Court wasnt the right answer. Hadnt they all thought that? Donia had faced almost certain death at the last Winter Queens hands because she had thought that, but as they stood there, it seemed clear to Aislinn that Donias stance had changed.
If I strike you, he will be furious, despite your insults. Donia took a step forward. What would he say? Would it keep him from coming to my door, dragging out this hell he puts us through? Would it put things as they should be?
I dont knowas they should be? What does that mean? Aislinn wanted to run. Doniawas stronger; the Winter Court was still stronger.
This thing between us isnt as simple as it was before you and I became regents. If we fight, our courts are in discord. My court wants thatDonia caught her gaze and held itand Ive thought about it. Ive imagined it, driving this ice into your sunlit skin. Ive thought about striking you. I would resolve this foolish attempt to pretend were all friends here.
Donia? Aislinn watched her warily. As with Niall, the faery Aislinn thought shed known was replaced with something feral, someone who couldand wouldinjure her. Aislinn stood alone with the Winter Queen in her palace.
I like you. I remind myself of that often, but there are other factors. The Winter Queens words faded away. Snow drifted around her feet. The Summer Court is not welcome in my Winter.
Despite the ice covering the walls, despite the chill in Donias voice, Aislinns temper finally slipped out of her control. We have no voice in your court, but you can dictate to us?
Yes.
Why should we
And Donia was beside her before the words could come out. She put a hand on the center of Aislinns stomach and pressed ice-tipped fingers into Aislinns skin. The ice melted as it pierced Aislinn, but as fast as that ice melted, more extended, cutting deeper into Aislinns stomach. Bits of it broke off and embedded inside her.
Aislinn screamed. The pain was instant, burning holes inside of her, and Aislinn wasnt sure which was from the stabbing and which was from the ice.Am I going to die here?
Why should you listen to my desires? Donia murmured. Fingers still red with Aislinns blood, Donia put her hand on Aislinns chin and tilted her head so they were eye-to-eye. Because I am stronger, Ash, and you both need to remember that. This balance you want only comes ifI allow it.
You stabbed me. Aislinn thought she might vomit. Her body felt clammy. Pain from the ice inside her skin vied with pain from the punctures in her stomach.
It seemed prudent. Donias expression was all too similar to the last Winter Queens: utterly unapologetic and unmoved by the horrific thing shed just done.
Keenan will
Be angry. Yes, I know, butDonia sighed, an icy cloud of breath that made Aislinn cringeyour wounds are mild. They wont be next time.
Aislinn put a hand to her stomach, but it was a weak attempt to stop the blood that trickled from the row of holes in her skin. Keenan and I could retaliate. Is that what you want?
No, I want you to stay away from me. Donia handed her a lacy white handkerchief. Dont come back here until I invite you.Any of you.
And with that, Evan came into the room to help Aislinn to the door.
Chapter 14
Aislinn didnt lean on Evan as he walked her out of the house. She didnt clutch his arm for stability as she stumbled on the steps. She kept a hand cupped over her wound, as if holding it would lessen the pain.
I am the Summer Queen. I am stronger than this.
It hurt, though. Donia had pierced skin and muscle, and those muscles moved with each step. There was no way to walk without pain. Each step made her want to cry.
That doesnt mean they need to see it.
Faeries loitered in Donias yard; whisper-white Scrimshaw Sisters drifted over the snow like ghosts. A Hawthorn Girl perched in the boughs of an ice-draped oak. Her scarlet eyes glistened like frozen berries. Something with tattered wings sat beside her. A glaistig stood with her cloven feet in an old-fashioned gunfighters stance. They all watched Aislinn as she left their queens palace.
They heard.
In the moment when Donia had struck her, Aislinn had screamed. The sensation of being stabbed wasnt the sort of thing one takes silently. Theyd heard her cry out, and now they could see her blood-wet shirt around the cup of her hand.
I am not weak. I am not defeated.
Midway down the edge of the walk, Aislinn pulled herself straight. You can go.
The rowans expression was disinterested; the watching faeries were equally nonplussed, but Aislinn wasnt going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her as weak. She lowered her hand and walked to the end of the flagstones. She paused against the pain, leaning on the iron gate that marked the end of the Winter Queens yard, but in that pausing she reached into her pocket and withdrew her cell phone. Then she pulled a glamour over her bleeding and far too pale body and stepped onto the sidewalk.
And we appreciate that.
Donia toyed with the ice in and on her hands, clicking the shards together. Yet you come into my home as if you are stronger, as if whatyou want matters more, as if your court has a voice in my domain.
Aislinns temper flared, a blink of sunlight in the icy room, but she still moved back. I didnt mean it that way. We didnt. I just dont see why you have to be unreasonable.
Unreasonable? Because whatSummer seeks must be a good idea?
Aislinn couldnt answer. It seemed obvious that a stronger Winter Court wasnt the right answer. Hadnt they all thought that? Donia had faced almost certain death at the last Winter Queens hands because she had thought that, but as they stood there, it seemed clear to Aislinn that Donias stance had changed.
If I strike you, he will be furious, despite your insults. Donia took a step forward. What would he say? Would it keep him from coming to my door, dragging out this hell he puts us through? Would it put things as they should be?
I dont knowas they should be? What does that mean? Aislinn wanted to run. Doniawas stronger; the Winter Court was still stronger.
This thing between us isnt as simple as it was before you and I became regents. If we fight, our courts are in discord. My court wants thatDonia caught her gaze and held itand Ive thought about it. Ive imagined it, driving this ice into your sunlit skin. Ive thought about striking you. I would resolve this foolish attempt to pretend were all friends here.
Donia? Aislinn watched her warily. As with Niall, the faery Aislinn thought shed known was replaced with something feral, someone who couldand wouldinjure her. Aislinn stood alone with the Winter Queen in her palace.
I like you. I remind myself of that often, but there are other factors. The Winter Queens words faded away. Snow drifted around her feet. The Summer Court is not welcome in my Winter.
Despite the ice covering the walls, despite the chill in Donias voice, Aislinns temper finally slipped out of her control. We have no voice in your court, but you can dictate to us?
Yes.
Why should we
And Donia was beside her before the words could come out. She put a hand on the center of Aislinns stomach and pressed ice-tipped fingers into Aislinns skin. The ice melted as it pierced Aislinn, but as fast as that ice melted, more extended, cutting deeper into Aislinns stomach. Bits of it broke off and embedded inside her.
Aislinn screamed. The pain was instant, burning holes inside of her, and Aislinn wasnt sure which was from the stabbing and which was from the ice.Am I going to die here?
Why should you listen to my desires? Donia murmured. Fingers still red with Aislinns blood, Donia put her hand on Aislinns chin and tilted her head so they were eye-to-eye. Because I am stronger, Ash, and you both need to remember that. This balance you want only comes ifI allow it.
You stabbed me. Aislinn thought she might vomit. Her body felt clammy. Pain from the ice inside her skin vied with pain from the punctures in her stomach.
It seemed prudent. Donias expression was all too similar to the last Winter Queens: utterly unapologetic and unmoved by the horrific thing shed just done.
Keenan will
Be angry. Yes, I know, butDonia sighed, an icy cloud of breath that made Aislinn cringeyour wounds are mild. They wont be next time.
Aislinn put a hand to her stomach, but it was a weak attempt to stop the blood that trickled from the row of holes in her skin. Keenan and I could retaliate. Is that what you want?
No, I want you to stay away from me. Donia handed her a lacy white handkerchief. Dont come back here until I invite you.Any of you.
And with that, Evan came into the room to help Aislinn to the door.
Chapter 14
Aislinn didnt lean on Evan as he walked her out of the house. She didnt clutch his arm for stability as she stumbled on the steps. She kept a hand cupped over her wound, as if holding it would lessen the pain.
I am the Summer Queen. I am stronger than this.
It hurt, though. Donia had pierced skin and muscle, and those muscles moved with each step. There was no way to walk without pain. Each step made her want to cry.
That doesnt mean they need to see it.
Faeries loitered in Donias yard; whisper-white Scrimshaw Sisters drifted over the snow like ghosts. A Hawthorn Girl perched in the boughs of an ice-draped oak. Her scarlet eyes glistened like frozen berries. Something with tattered wings sat beside her. A glaistig stood with her cloven feet in an old-fashioned gunfighters stance. They all watched Aislinn as she left their queens palace.
They heard.
In the moment when Donia had struck her, Aislinn had screamed. The sensation of being stabbed wasnt the sort of thing one takes silently. Theyd heard her cry out, and now they could see her blood-wet shirt around the cup of her hand.
I am not weak. I am not defeated.
Midway down the edge of the walk, Aislinn pulled herself straight. You can go.
The rowans expression was disinterested; the watching faeries were equally nonplussed, but Aislinn wasnt going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her as weak. She lowered her hand and walked to the end of the flagstones. She paused against the pain, leaning on the iron gate that marked the end of the Winter Queens yard, but in that pausing she reached into her pocket and withdrew her cell phone. Then she pulled a glamour over her bleeding and far too pale body and stepped onto the sidewalk.
