Fantasyland 01 Wildest Dreams(74)

“Was it you I humiliated, Finnie? Am I treated to this behavior from you tonight due to your injury?”

I held my breath and stared in his eyes.

Good God? Did he know I wasn’t Sjofn?

He couldn’t know. There was no possibility.

Could he?

I held his eyes and he held mine unblinking but he looked strangely like he was waiting for me to say something.

When I didn’t, suddenly Frey let me go, turned and stalked to the door, saying, “Prior to joining Viola who I know will gladly give me what I should be getting from my wife, I’ll send her up with something for your stomach.”

That stomach contracted physically, my back pressing against the wall as if I’d suffered a physical blow.

He opened and stepped out the door but stopped, turned and seared me with one of his ferocious scowls that I’d forgotten could be so terrifying.

“Sleep well, wife,” he called.

Then he was gone.





Chapter Fifteen


We Women Carry Many Burdens





A week and a half later…

I watched my arrow fly over the huge target and get stuck in the trees beside the Palace.

I bit my lip and slowly turned my eyes to my Dad to see his eyes were pointed in the direction of where my arrow landed and his shoulders were slumped.

I’d disappointed him.

Again.

Crap.

“I seem to…” I hesitated when his gaze came to me and it did it before he could fully hide the disappointment and my heart wrenched, “pull up right before I let go.” I finished.

Yeah, pull up, and to the side, and one time down so the arrow embedded in the turf five feet in front of the target.

“Indeed, daughter,” he muttered, sighed and stated, “Why don’t we finish for today?”

He jerked his chin at a boy standing close who came forward hurriedly to take my bow and I pulled the quiver that was strapped across my chest over my head and handed it to him with a smile.

Then I looked at the target that had three of my arrows in it, none of them in any of the lines and another boy was rushing around gathering arrows but he was rushing around behind the target.

I sucked at archery. Totally. Playing it on Wii did not set you up for the real thing.

And Sjofn obviously didn’t and my Dad was obviously proud of her skill.

“I seem to have lost my touch,” I muttered to Dad.

He put a hand to my elbow and started to lead me through the snow to the side door of the Palace.

“Yes, this is what it seems,” he muttered back.

“How about we come back out tomorrow?” I asked, forcing brightness in my tone and I watched him turn his head to me.

And that was when I saw what I saw more than once when I was with him – a weird kind of sorrow that hurt to see. I didn’t get it but it was definitely there. Maybe it was a father’s natural reaction as he was coming to terms with his daughter getting married and moving on to another man in her life. But it didn’t seem like that. And it got stronger every time we came out and tried this archery business and we’d been out four days in a row.

I’d been super excited when he’d approached me and asked if I’d like to go out and shoot arrows. First, I wanted to shoot arrows, I’d never done that before except on a video game (which obviously didn’t count). Second, I wanted to spend time with my Dad and the last week, Dad had seemed hesitant and distant with me so I jumped at the chance.

Contradictorily, Mom had warmed towards me.

Well, as warm as my Mom of this world could be which wasn’t super warm.

My Mom was giggly and cuddly, always teasing and tickling and snuggling, both Dad and me, and she had given these traits to me.

Queen Aurora was nothing like that.

Still, she no longer seemed infuriated or impatient with me and often sought my company, though we spent our time together while she embroidered which I found mind-numblingly boring (embroidery, that was).

Mom, however, she was not boring. Although reserved and not very talkative, she had a skill with drawing people out and not often, but in moments that surprised you which made it even better, she displayed a very dry wit.

And she had taken me into Fyngaard several times and that was when we had (borderline) fun together. Clearly, she liked shopping. Definitely, I liked it. And one could say the liquid chocolate at Esmeralda’s was brilliant (it wasn’t hot cocoa, like I expected it would be, it was actual liquid chocolate, a thick, rich, dark chocolate you could spoon up or dunk in the almond biscuits and glazed, fried, cake-like fingers they served with it and it was freaking divine). And Fyngaard was most assuredly a cosmopolitan city with high fashion which meant the dressmakers and the ensembles of passersby were out of sight, sophisticated cafés and elegant restaurants that served fabulous food.