[ Alina lets go, and Nikolai catches her hand. Reluctant to permit a full parting, even if he can allow her some measure of space. His thumb runs along her knuckles, looking down at their hands before raising his eyes back to her. ]
I don't know.
[ Would it hurt him, whenever Alina spent a night at Ianthe's? He can't say. He doesn't think so, but— ]
I like this room. I like sharing your bed. I would like it, if we had a place for ourselves.
[ These are truths, methodically parceled out. ]
But I'm afraid of what it would be like, when one of us left for a night.
I don't know.
[ Would it hurt him, whenever Alina spent a night at Ianthe's? He can't say. He doesn't think so, but— ]
I like this room. I like sharing your bed. I would like it, if we had a place for ourselves.
[ These are truths, methodically parceled out. ]
But I'm afraid of what it would be like, when one of us left for a night.
[ Will Nikolai ever acclimate to the strangeness of his marriage? A lifetime of observing his mother, who could barely tolerate the company of the king? A whole court of people who were sometimes fond and most times distant?
And here is Alina, who he cannot get near enough to. Whose bed he would share. Whose life he will share in a way that he had never prepared himself to do.
He brings her hand to his mouth. Kisses her knuckles. Runs a thumb over the thin black line around her ring finger. ]
Maybe, [ Nikolai agrees quietly. ] We could try.
And here is Alina, who he cannot get near enough to. Whose bed he would share. Whose life he will share in a way that he had never prepared himself to do.
He brings her hand to his mouth. Kisses her knuckles. Runs a thumb over the thin black line around her ring finger. ]
Maybe, [ Nikolai agrees quietly. ] We could try.
I'm leaving for the caves soon. Will you come see me off?
I know. It's probably for the best that you're staying here. I'll see you at the gates.
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