WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country (Elsabet captive for twenty-four years)
SEBASTIAN
âElsabet?â
Please talk to me.
She looked up from her trencher of food.
Heâd been joining her at one corner of the long table. But tonight, he sensed he was unwelcome since heâd told her he wouldnât release her. She hadnât said a word to him in months and it was making him ache inside. How much longer will this go on?
She no longer crept into his room to warm his lonely nights.
He spent them instead listening to her up in her chamber, from his chamber in the servantâs quarters. Soothed by the sounds of her slumber but torn asunder, nonetheless. Whatâve I done?
The absence of her affections was agonizing. And he wondered constantly about the impending introduction to his child. Will I get to meet her?
Elsabet was blinking at him wordlessly.
âHow long will you harbor this animosity towards me?â
âAnimosity is not what it is.â Her voice sounded small.
Then what?
He hadnât touched his trencher. âWhat is it?â
âYou intend to have me bear this being weâve created, into captivity. Will you keep him trapped here too? Unable to play outside these walls. Wondering what the rest of Ardae looks like? Smells like? And what am I to tell him?â
Thatâs not what I intend.
Bast winced. âI donât want that.â
âWhat do you want?â There was no inflection in her voice thatâd hint at her emotion.
And he no longer peered into her mind. Respecting her boundaries. Sheâs soon to be the mother of my child.
âI donât want you to go.â He admitted. Hating the fearful note in his voice.
âI didnât say I would.â
What?
âYou havenât said you wouldnât.â
âI canât promise that.â
Then what is the aim of this conversation?
âWhy not? If you gave me your word maybe I could.â His voice wavered.
Not would. Could. He saw on her face that sheâd noted his careful words.
âYouâre asking for a promise when you make me none.â
âI donât know if I can.â
âThereâs much I donât know now but I will do it all anyway.â
Having the baby.
âYou mean youâre afraid of bearing my child?â
Our child. He mentally corrected.
She blinked at him. Beautiful blue eyes blank.
He felt helpless. Wishing he could take her hand. Press his lips to it. Hold her.
Reassure her.
âWhat do you want from me, Elsabet?â He pleaded. âIâd give you anythingâ¦â He saw her quick look and forced himself to say the words he dreaded uttering. âBut that.â
âThen I give you nothingâ¦â
I canât be here without you. He swallowed. Hard.
âI need youâ¦â He confessed.
Please donât ask to leave me.
âAnd what of what I need?â
âWhat do you need?â He leaned forward. Shooting out.
Iâll give you anything else. Truly. Anything!
âI need to know that this child wonât be another toy for you. Something to amuse you.â
Never! He jumped to his feet so fast he knocked his chair over.
âYou think that is what you are?â He roared.
Making her spin and rear back. A hand flying over her swollen rounded abdomen protectively.
âWhy do you do that?â He cried. His eyes following the movement. âIâd never hurt you!â
âYouâre hurting me now!â She shrieked back. Making him stiffen as though sheâd slapped him.
After a long look she turned to go.
âElsabet.â He reached after her helplessly.
âWhat?â She coldly cast over a shoulder.
âIf you wish to name our babyâ¦It is a she.â
Elsabet stopped in her tracks.
His eyes roved over her shimmering silver hair and slim back. Seeing how she favored her right foot which had been swollen and pained her throughout the recent months. Sheâs in pain even now.
âHow do you know?â She whispered, staring ahead.
Heâd never wanted so badly to peer in someoneâs mind. But she was no longer a captive. Not to me.