But Nik isn’t accepting that. “It’s a hundred yards. I will swim you in. You’ll be fine.”
Iker drops anchor so that his boat won’t float away when the storm ends and the sandbar releases it. He comes alongside me and brushes a few half-melted hailstones from my hair.
“Leap together?” He takes my hand and we step to the edge of the bow. The water is alive, waves at a rough clip, revealing the octopus that has haunted the cove since the beginning of summer, plus schools of large fish and several dolphins. The cove is practically overflowing with more animals than should ever inhabit it—unusual animals. My mind flashes to my spell, my daily call for abundance.
No, it can’t be. I didn’t do this. It’s the storm—pushing sea life out of place.
Before I can think any more, Iker is pulling on my hand to go, and we leap into the cool water.
The hail has stopped, and the thunder has rolled into the mountains ringing Havnestad. Tendrils of lightningstill flare in the sky, and the rain remains steady, but the swim isn’t the worst I’ve ever had. Rocky and rough and exhausting, but I make it to shore just seconds behind Iker, pulling myself onto the nearest pile of sand with a great heaving breath. I roll over and fill my lungs again and again with salt air, sand caking the wet folds of my dress.
He helps me up until I’m in a seated position and have a view of the cove, where I watch Nik pull Annemette to safety. He holds her head above water, her body flat against his. My heart fills with love for him all over again, knowing that not long ago, I was the girl in his arms, being swum to shore in a terrible tide.
Nik’s stroke doesn’t miss a beat, and they are on land soon enough. His breath is thick with effort, hers with fear. In his eyes, I’m sure I see a spark of love—something I hope tonight’s ball will truly ignite—and Annemette will be home at last.
THREE AND A HALF YEARS BEFORE
The newest mermaid simply becameanother royal sister, hermemory in such a state that she believed she had always been there. Everyone said so. Even if she had the nagging feeling that her life felt like one big conversation entered years too late.
She was just a little mermaid, swimming in the collective shadow of her five older sisters—Lida, Clara, Aida, Olena, and Galia. Blond and fine-boned all, full of cheer and manners. Together, the six girls were the pride of their grandmother, the Queen Mother Ragnhildr, or as she preferred, Oma Ragn.
The little mermaid loved Oma Ragn with a specialfierceness—she felt at home when she was with her. At home, folded into the long white waves of her hair, against the warmth of her skin, the song she hummed under her breath just louder than their collective heartbeat.
But Oma Ragn was more than a comfortable lap and soothing voice. She was their guide to life in the palace. Their tutor. Their example. Their goal. Days began with lessons in policy, lessons on how to rule, followed by the sciences and the arts. Nights were filled with music and magic, the lessons shifting with the shadows in the water, becoming less definitive, more dreamlike.
To the little mermaid, this was how it had always been. How it always would be. Until something happened that she hadn’t predicted.
One morning, there was a great fuss, her third-oldest sister, Aida, at the center of it all. Her room had been done up in garlands of twisted seaweed with sparkling shells twined throughout. The little mermaid swam through, admiring every last detail, but she didn’t know what it was for.
The little mermaid found the ear of her sister closest in age, twelve-year-old Galia. She settled in so that they were shoulder-to-shoulder and whispered as the others circled around Aida, adjusting ribbons in her hair. “What is this?”
Galia opened her mouth as if to speak and then snapped it shut, finding the correct words a few moments later.
“It is the fifteenth year since Aida’s birth.”
The little mermaid thought this might mean a celebration. Galia read the confusion on her face. Again, Galia seemed to choose her words carefully, tugging the little mermaid farther into the shadows.
“On the fifteenth anniversary of a mermaid’s birth, she can go to the surface.”
The little mermaid’s eyes grew large. “The surface?” It had never occurred to her that this was even an option—she’d been told many stories of the dangers above, humans with their harpoons and nets a terrifying reality. It wasn’t something she wanted to get close to. Ever. But Galia was smiling.
Smiling.
As were all her sisters and Aida herself.Beamingmight have been a more appropriate word.
The littlest mermaid got the distinct feeling this was something she should’ve remembered—two of her other sisters would’ve already celebrated in this way. Instead, her mind held endless black upon black, no remembrance shining through.
Still, she waved away her own question as if she’d known all along. “Oh, yes, of course.”
It did not do to make waves.
26
NIK ANDIKER DEPART DOWN THE HALL TO THEIR WINGin a soggy mess, tired, calling for the kitchens and a hot bath. We will see them in three hours—standing at the palace ballroom’s doors, welcoming guests into the Lithasblot Ball.
It’s a grand end to the festival, but it’s not just for the nobles. Everyone is invited to partake in the music, dance, and great feast—all of Havnestad equals for one night.
Normally, Nik only has to choose from local noble ladies and common girls to dance with, ever the egalitarian prince, giving each girl a chance. But things will be different this year. Aside from Annemette, there will be dozens of the queen’s girls waiting, fighting, and grasping at their chance to dance with him.
