“No, not like us at all.” The emperor cupped her face in his large hands and smiled at her.
“Definitely not like us.”
“Then let me be blunt, daughter.” He tightened his grip on her, the pleasant expression fading from his weathered face. “What secrets did you share with the King of Blood that might be used against me?”
Her eyes widened. “What? I told him nothing, of course.”
“Really,” he said, his gaze steady and unmoving. “Because I have to wonder why it is, exactly, that I’ve received a message from Auranos, informing me that the king is on his way here to see me. What a coincidence, don’t you think, that the king has chosen to take this little trip now, so soon after your departure from Mytica?”
Deep, aching pain spread across her temples where he kept pressing harder. “Father, I assure you, I said nothing.”
“Perhaps you talk in your sleep, then?” He raised an eyebrow in response to her stunned expression. “I know you don’t think I pay attention to you, Amara. But I do to what they say about you. That you take to your bed any man who smiles at you. That my daughter, the princess of Kraeshia, is no better than a common whore.”
“Father!” Her cheeks flared with heat and she grabbed at his hands, digging her fingernails in. “I am not a whore! And I didn’t sleep with the king. Nor did I tell him anything about you or our empire. I don’t even know any secrets about you. Remember, I’m not one of your sons. I’m your daughter, just a girl. I’m well aware I’m little more than window decoration to you.”
He studied her for a long moment, his gray-blue eyes an exact match for her own, only his were watery and surrounded by the wrinkles consuming his leathery face. Finally, he released her. “You disappoint me at every turn, you worthless girl. If only I’d succeeded in ridding myself of you years ago.”
Pain tore through Amara’s chest. “Yes, well, unfortunately the ancient laws only allowed you one chance to murder an unwanted daughter, didn’t they?”
She was trying to provoke him, but he didn’t even flinch. “Remove yourself from my sight so I can prepare for our unwelcome guest.”
“Perhaps King Gaius means to conquer you,” she said under her breath.
A heavy moment of silence lingered before the emperor’s booming laugh filled the large room. “I’d like to see him try.”
“A pathetic little king conquer you, Father?” Elan joined the emperor in his boisterous amusement. “What a ludicrous thought!”
Amara turned, fists clenched, her fingernails biting into her palms, and left the map room.
Yes, how deeply ludicrous it was for anyone to think they had a chance against such a great and powerful conqueror.
• • •
“Something troubles you, princess,” Mikah said as Amara hurried toward her chambers in the east wing of the Spear.
That she’d thought for even a moment that her father would be pleased to see her after her journey embarrassed her. Of course he hadn’t been pleased. Why would she think that anything would have changed over the course of a few weeks when it had been like this for her entire life?
“My troubles are none of your concern,” she replied curtly. Perhaps too curtly. She stopped for a moment and turned to him. “I’m fine, Mikah,” she said, softer now. “Really.”
“I hope so. I don’t like to see you so sad.”
She spared him another glance and found him studying her intently with dark eyes, curious and searching. Other servants typically kept their gazes lowered in her family’s presence and didn’t speak unless first spoken to.
“Why are you always so kind to me?” she asked. “No other servant cares how I feel.”
His expression grew thoughtful. “I suppose when I see someone in pain, I want to help them.”
“Some injured animals will bite the hand that tries to help.”
“Then I suppose it’s a good thing you’re not an animal, isn’t it?” He allowed himself a small smile. “One day, perhaps we’ll become close enough that you’ll feel free to confide in me all manner of feelings and secrets.”
“And allow myself to trust a Kraeshian man?” she said, half to herself. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“Perhaps I’m different than other Kraeshian men.”
“A phrase many Kraeshian men might say,” she countered.
They reached her chambers and stopped in front of the entrance. She stood at the door for a moment, regarding Mikah’s handsome face.