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If Aron was wracked with guilt, it might change things for her. Perhaps he, like she, was deeply pained over his actions and attempting to hide his true feelings from the world. They would have this in common. If nothing else, it would be a start. She resolved to speak with him in private as soon as possible.
Yet she still spent the remainder of the night tossing and turning.
In the morning, Cleo rose, dressed, and breakfasted on fruit, soft cheese, and bread delivered to her chambers by a palace maid. Then she took a deep breath and opened her door.
“Good morning, princess,” Theon said. He typically waited down the hall from her room in the mornings, ready to do his bodyguard duties—which included lurking about all day long in her peripheral vision.
“Morning,” she replied as casually as possible.
She’d need to give her shadow the slip if she wanted to talk to Aron privately. Luckily, she knew this wasn’t impossible. In the weeks since Theon’s new placement she’d tested him a few times to see if she could successfully hide from him. It became a bit of a game that she often won. Theon, however, didn’t think it was very amusing.
“I need to see my sister,” she said firmly.
Theon nodded. “By all means. Don’t let me stop you.”
She moved through the hall, surprised when she turned the next corner to see Mira heading her way. Her friend looked upset and distracted. There was no immediate smile on Mira’s round, pretty face at the sight of the princess like there normally was.
“What’s wrong?” Cleo asked, clasping the girl’s arm.
“Nothing, I’m sure. But I’m off to get a healer to attend Emilia.”
Cleo frowned. “Is she still sick?”
“Her headaches and dizziness seem to worsen every day. She insists all she needs is more sleep, but I think it’s for the best that someone looks at her.”
Concern swelled in Cleo’s chest. “Of course. Thank you, Mira.”
Mira nodded, and with a glance at Theon standing nearby she continued down the hall.
“My sister,” Cleo said under her breath. “Never one to accept help unless it’s forced upon her. Duty above all. Just like a proper princess should be. My father would be so proud.”
“She sounds very brave,” Theon responded.
“Perhaps. But they call me the stubborn one. If I was feeling dizzy all the time, I’d want a dozen healers called to my bedside to make it stop.” She paused at the door to Emilia’s chambers. “Please let me speak privately to my sister.”
“Of course. I’ll wait right here.”
She entered Emilia’s bedchamber and closed the door behind her. Her sister stood on her open balcony, looking down at the gardens below. The morning sun brushed against her high cheekbones and picked up glints of gold in her hair, which was a few shades darker than Cleo’s since Emilia wasn’t so given to spending time outdoors. She glanced over her shoulder.
“Good morning, Cleo.”
“I hear you’re unwell.”
Emilia sighed, but a smile touched her lips. “I assure you I’m fine.”
“Mira is worried.”
“Mira is always worried.”
“You might have a point.” Mira did tend to exaggerate things, Cleo remembered, like the time she’d hysterically insisted there was a viper in her bedroom and it turned out to be a harmless garden snake. Cleo relaxed slightly. Besides, Emilia looked perfectly healthy.
o;Beg me,” he said again, digging his fingers painfully into her flesh, hard enough to bruise.
“Please don’t kill me! I—I’m sorry—I didn’t want your brother to die. Please don’t hurt me!”
“But I want to hurt you. I want you to suffer for what you’ve done.” He shoved her back down. She shrieked as the murdered boy himself took hold of her ankle and began pulling her deeper into this ocean of death.
Cleo sat up in her bed screaming. She was twisted in her silk sheets, her body damp with sweat, her heart pounding loud in her ears. She looked frantically around the room from her canopied bed.
