Page 71 of Crown of Light and Ashes
Kaan's gaze shifts to me, something unreadable flickering across his face. I notice his hand drifts to touch one of the intricate star charts etched into the wall, his fingers tracing patterns as if from memory. Through our bond, I feel an unexpected surge of... pride? As if my appreciation pleases him in some way I cannot comprehend. But beneath it, there is something else, a sudden ache, sharp and unexpected.
"The first time I saw it, I had the same reaction," he says, his voice softer than I have ever heard it, though his eyes have grown distant.
Ayla clears her throat, clearly displeased by this moment between us. "What are those markings?" she asks, pointing to intricate runes engraved into the floor.
As Kaan begins to explain, I notice a shift in his demeanor. The playful antagonism from earlier—his deliberate attempts to provoke my jealousy, has disappeared, replaced by something more distracted, more withdrawn. He keeps glancing at the star charts, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. Through our bond, I sense conflict rather than the smug satisfaction I expected—and underneath it all, an old pain that feels bone-deep.
What has changed? One moment he was practically goading me into a territorial display, the next he has pulled away emotionally, his thoughts hidden behind walls I cannot penetrate.
Ayla does not notice the difference. She continues to smile up at him, her hand permanently attached to his arm, her body angled to emphasize her curves in ways that make me want to throw her from the observatory's highest point.
"The alignment occurring next month is particularly rare," Kaan is saying, though his attention seems divided. "It happens only once every century."
"Perhaps I should extend my stay to witness it," Ayla suggests, her implication clear. "I've always wanted to experience shadow magic at its fullest expression."
Something silver flickers in my peripheral vision, and I nearly choke on my own breath. Banu is here, hovering near one of the massive telescopes, her form partially materialized. She waves cheerfully at me, as if her presence in a room with Kaan and a neutral territory diplomat isn't the height of recklessness.
I widen my eyes frantically, trying to signal her to leave. If Ayla sees her, if she reports fairy presence in the Shadow Court—it could create a diplomatic nightmare. Fairies are expressly forbidden in Shadow territories because of their unpredictable magical effects.
Banu just grins wider and points at Ayla, making an exaggerated gagging motion. Then she begins to mimic Ayla's fawning behavior, clutching an invisible arm and batting her eyelashes with such ridiculous exaggeration that I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
"I just remembered," I blurt out, perhaps too loudly, "there are matters I must attend to. Household duties that can't wait."
Kaan turns to me, his brow furrowing. "Now? We're in the middle of a tour."
"You're clearly capable of continuing without me," I reply, unable to keep the edge from my voice. "I'm sure Lady Ayla won't mind having your undivided attention."
His eyes narrow, and for a moment, I think he might refuse to let me leave. Something flickers through our bond—reluctance, confusion, and beneath it all, something that feels almost like longing. But then his expression smooths out, his familiar sardonic smile returning.
"Of course,hatun. Don't let us keep you from your... duties."
The dismissal stings more than it should. I expected him to argue, to command me to stay, to assert his claim on me in front of Ayla. Instead, he's letting me go without a fight.
"Until dinner, then," I say stiffly, inclining my head in a formal bow that feels ridiculous after everything we've shared.
"I look forward to it," he replies, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.
I turn to leave, fury bubbling in my chest. After making such a show of possessiveness, after deliberately provoking my jealousy all morning, he dismisses me without a second thought? And now he'll be alone with Ayla, who will no doubt redouble her seduction efforts the moment I'm gone.
As I exit the observatory, I catch a glimpse of Ayla pressing herself against Kaan's side, her lips curved in triumph.
I step into the corridor. Banu materializes beside me, her form shimmering with urgency rather than her usual playful demeanor.
"Finally!" she hisses, grabbing my arm. "I have been trying to reach you for hours, but I could not risk appearing in there with Diplomat Desperate and Shadow Boy. Too many witnesses."
"The absolute, unmitigated, gold-plated cunt," she continues, jerking her head toward the observatory. "I have seen less desperate courtship displays from peacocks in heat."
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I hiss, pulling her further down the corridor. "If Ayla had seen you—"
"That is exactly why I waited until you were alone," Banu interrupts, her wings fluttering nervously. "That woman would not recognize real magic if it danced naked in front of her with cymbals,but I cannot risk the diplomatic fallout if she spots me. She is too busy trying to climb Shadow Boy like a tree anyway."
"That's not the point!" My voice rises despite my best efforts to keep quiet. "Kaan knows about you now. If others discover your presence here, it could complicate everything."
"Complicate everything for whom, exactly?" Banu counters, crossing her arms. "Last I checked, I'm the one risking fairy limbs bringing you potions and intelligence while you're busy getting your back blown out by tall, dark, and shadowy."
My face flames. "That is not—I did not—and also, where is my altered potion you promised?"
"I’m having a little trouble with," Banu says, and I don’t believe a word of it.
