t stop he

the moment the other maids left the ro

she was folding. "I only know

take r

s mate years ago. Before the war. And something happened. Something terrible enough that no one in this palace speaks of it. Not the s

ned to her?

whatever you think of it. Nobody

she

know that

act as though the wedd

Elena. Not by death. Not by treaty. Not by anything, as far as the old stories go. If his mate is out there somewhere,

l, the difference between a maid who cares and a maid who's afraid of doing it wrong. Two other servants painted symbols onto the insides of my wrists wi

ey mean?" I

, like it cost her something to add i

the younger ones instead, her hands folded tight against he

" I heard her murmur to another servant

correct

ough hair I barely recognized as my own, symbols drying pale against my wrists. I looked, in the

m, still dressed for war rather than a wedding, as if some part

Goddess will reject her. Everyone in this kingd

aty will

ddess cannot be b

doors, and the Elder had no choice but to follow, mutteri

silver light pooling over faces that watched me the way they'd watched me then. Cold. Waiting. Somewhere in that crowd I saw the Head Elde

. He didn't look at me the way a groom is supposed to look at his bride. There

low enough that o

matter if

tightened, but he did

arms toward the moon. "St

d

alling on the Goddess to witness the union and bless it. I felt the crowd go stil

ng ha

e edges of the crowd, quiet at first, then less quiet, spreadin

, every flame guttering out like something had reache

e front whispered, loud enough for half the

gone the color of ash. "Th

ng simply by standing there in their sacred light. A woman near the front screamed that the dead flames were an omen. Somewhere behind her, a man shouted for

waited

e, his voice cut clean through the n

emony co

he Elder said, horror plain across his face. "

et his

ill be th

saw there made even the loudest voices falter. "M

took m

in that courtyard land on our joined hands, and for one breath, I felt only the

he lig

een in my life. It wasn't a blessing. I knew that much even as it happened. Blessings didn't make the ground tremble under three hundred wolves at once. Bl

wering. Something non

comforting, closer to bracing, like he too had

oman I hadn't been introduced to, robes the color of storm clouds, moving fast

as h

ading pale silver beneath the painted symbols, something older than anything the servants had drawn on me that morning, blooming out

ewhere very far away, and the Oracle's face swimming into view as I fell, her eyes fixed on my w

the glowing mark spre

d of every last

to her kne

ssibl

and she crumpled to the stone floor of the altar, unconscio