Filed to story: A Court of Mist and Fury Book by Sarah J Maas
“There are taxes on city dwellers, but there is no Tithe.” She clicked her tongue. “But the High Lord of Spring enacts one.”
I didn’t want to think about it entirely, not yet-not with that letter now on its way to him, if not already delivered. So I reached for the small box on the vanity and pulled out her amulet. “Here.” I handed over the gold-and-jewel-encrusted thing. “Thank you.”
Amren’s brows rose as I dropped it into her waiting palm. “You gave it back.”
“I didn’t realize it was a test.”
She set it back into the case. “Keep it. There’s no magic to it.”
I blinked. “You lied-“
She shrugged, heading for the door. “I found it at the bottom of my jewelry box. You needed something to believe you could get out of the Prison again.”
“But Rhys kept looking at it-“
“Because he gave it to me two hundred years ago. He was probably surprised to see it again, and wondered why I’d given it to you. Likely worried why I might have given it to you.”
I clenched my teeth, but Amren was already breezing through the door with a cheerful, “You’re welcome.”
Despite the chill night, every shop was open as we walked through the city. Musicians played in the little squares, and the Palace of Thread and Jewels was packed with shoppers and performers, High Fae and lesser faeries alike. But we continued past, down to the river itself, the water so smooth that the stars and lights blended on its dark surface like a living ribbon of eternity.
The five of them were unhurried as we strolled across one of the wide marble bridges spanning the Sidra, often moving forward or dropping back to chat with one another. From the ornate lanterns that lined either side of the bridge, faelight cast golden shadows on the wings of the three males, gilding the talons at the apex of each.
The conversation ranged from the people they knew, matches and teams for sports I’d never heard of (apparently, Amren was a vicious, obsessive supporter of one), new shops, music they’d heard, clubs they favored … Not a mention of Hybern or the threats we faced-no doubt from secrecy, but I had a feeling it was also because tonight, this time together … they did not want that terrible, hideous presence intruding. As if they were all just ordinary citizens-even Rhys. As if they weren’t the most powerful people in this court, maybe in all of Prythian. And no one, absolutely no one, on the street balked or paled or ran.
Awed, perhaps a little intimidated, but … no fear. It was so unusual that I kept silent, merely observing them-their world. The normalcy that they each fought so hard to preserve. That I had once raged against, resented.
But there was no place like this in the world. Not so serene. So loved by its people and its rulers.
The other side of the city was even more crowded, with patrons in finery out to attend the many theaters we passed. I’d never seen a theater before-never seen a play, or a concert, or a symphony. In our ramshackle village, we’d gotten mummers and minstrels at best-herds of beggars yowling on makeshift instruments at worst.
We strolled along the riverside walkway, past shops and caf?s, music spilling from them. And I thought-even as I hung back from the others, my gloved hands stuffed into the pockets of my heavy blue overcoat-that the sounds of it all might have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard: the people, and the river, and the music; the clank of silverware on plates; the scrape of chairs being pulled out and pushed in; the shouts of vendors selling their wares as they ambled past.
How much had I missed in these months of despair and numbness?
But no longer. The lifeblood of Velaris thrummed through me, and in rare moments of quiet, I could have sworn I heard the clash of the sea, clawing at the distant cliffs.
Eventually, we entered a small restaurant beside the river, built into the lower level of a two-story building, the whole space bedecked in greens and golds and barely big enough to fit all of us. And three sets of Illyrian wings.
But the owner knew them, and kissed them each on the cheek, even Rhysand. Well, except for Amren, whom the owner bowed to before she hustled back into her kitchen and bade us sit at the large table that was half in, half out of the open storefront. The starry night was crisp, the wind rustling the potted palms placed with loving care along the riverside walkway railing. No doubt spelled to keep from dying in the winter-just as the warmth of the restaurant kept the chill from disturbing us or any of those dining in the open air at the river’s edge.
Then the food platters began pouring out, along with the wine and the conversation, and we dined under the stars beside the river. I’d never had such food-warm and rich and savory and spicy. Like it filled not only my stomach, but that lingering hole in my chest, too.
The owner-a slim, dark-skinned female with lovely brown eyes-was standing behind my chair, chatting with Rhys about the latest shipment of spices that had come to the Palaces. “The traders were saying the prices might rise, High Lord, especially if rumors about Hybern awakening are correct.”
Down the table, I felt the others’ attention slide to us, even as they kept talking.
Rhys leaned back in his seat, swirling his goblet of wine. “We’ll find a way to keep the prices from skyrocketing.”
“Don’t trouble yourself, of course,” the owner said, wringing her fingers a bit. “It’s just … so lovely to have such spices available again-now that … that things are better.”
Rhys gave her a gentle smile, the one that made him seem younger. “I wouldn’t be troubling myself-not when I like your cooking so much.”
The owner beamed, flushing, and looked to where I’d half twisted in my seat to watch her. “Is it to your liking?”
The happiness on her face, the satisfaction that only a day of hard work doing something you love could bring, hit me like a stone.
I-I remembered feeling that way. After painting from morning until night. Once, that was all I had wanted for myself. I looked to the dishes, then back at her, and said, “I’ve lived in the mortal realm, and lived in other courts, but I’ve never had food like this. Food that makes me … feel awake.”
It sounded about as stupid as it felt coming out, but I couldn’t think of another way to say it. But the owner nodded like she understood and squeezed my shoulder. “Then I’ll bring you a special dessert,” she said, and strode into her kitchen.
I turned back to my plate, but found Rhysand’s eyes on me. His face was softer, more contemplative than I’d ever seen it, his mouth slightly open.
I lifted my brows.
What?
He gave me a cocky grin and leaned in to hear the story Mor was telling about-
I forgot what she was talking about as the owner emerged with a metal goblet full of dark liquid and placed it before Amren.
Rhys’s Second hadn’t touched her plate, but pushed the food around like she might actually be trying to be polite. When she saw the goblet laid before her, she flicked her brows up. “You didn’t have to do that.”
The owner shrugged her slim shoulders. “It’s fresh and hot, and we needed the beast for tomorrow’s roast, anyway.”
I had a horrible feeling I knew what was inside.
Amren swirled the goblet, the dark liquid lapping at the sides like wine, then sipped from it. “You spiced it nicely.” Blood gleamed on her teeth.
The owner bowed. “No one leaves my place hungry,” she said before walking away.
Indeed, I almost asked Mor to roll me out of the restaurant by the time we were done and Rhys had paid the tab, despite the owner’s protests. My muscles were barking thanks to my earlier training in the mortal forest, and at some point during the meal, every part of me I’d used while tackling Rhys into the snow had started to ache.
Mor rubbed her stomach in lazy circles as we paused beside the river.
“I want to go dancing. I won’t be able to fall asleep when I’m this full. Rita’s is right up the street.”
Dancing. My body groaned in protest and I glanced about for an ally to shoot down this ridiculous idea.
But Azriel-
Azriel said, his eyes wholly on Mor, “I’m in.”
“Of course you are,” Cassian grumbled, frowning at him. “Don’t you have to be off at dawn?”