My mind scrambles to find an appropriate response. “Hector…”
Tentatively, he trails his fingers up my arms as if gaging my response. “You don’t have to say anything.”
We both have done things we would rather forget. I can’t stay mad at him for his wrongdoings when he is so willing to forgive me for mine.
“I forgive you, Hector.”
ChapterTwenty-Eight
The weight of my conversation with Hector follows me as I move into the washroom and gasp at the circular tub sitting in the center. It’s probably the most glorious tub I have ever seen. Hector and I could easily fit inside of it.
Hector follows me into the room and watches as I move around the room, my mouth agape. The washroom is unlike any other I have ever seen. The walls are lined with intricately designed tiles. The floor is made of smooth, polished marble, and the ceiling is high and domed. Along one wall, there is a row of shelves, each adornedwith an array of herbs and oils.
The tub itself is the centerpiece. I imagine sinking into its warm waters, surrounded by the flickering torchlight.
I never expected to be sleeping and bathing in a palace. Especially after days of being in a tent. But I also didn’t know we would be staying in such a large city. Nor did I know I would meet Hector’s brother, Kheldar.
“Why did you tell me you had no siblings?”
Hector’s brow furrows. “I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. I asked you in Astarobane, and you said you had none.”
“Gabriel didn’t.”
Knots tighten in my stomach at his words.Gabriel didn’t.
My lips pull downward. “So, you let me think you never had a brother or sister when you were growing up?”
“I didn’t have Kheldar. His mother and my mother didn’t get along. So, yes, I was alone as a child. I didn’t meet Kheldar until a few summers ago.”
“Oh.” I move to the nearest shelf and study the jars of herbs. “Why is Kheldar here in Karra?” I start over. “I mean, what is his role?”
“He governs Karra and her people.”
“Your father appointed him?” I ask, the surprise clear in my voice. Most children born outside of marriage aren’t in roles of leadership.
“No. I did.”
My brow rises. “When?”
“A month ago. The order was given and carried to his door by Alden.”
“Your uncle is here?” I look around the washroom, as if Alden is in here with us.
“He was.”
From the nearby shelf, I grab a bottle, and pull the lid. “Where is Alden now?”
“Governing another city.”
I breathe in, sniffing the jasmine. It smells just like Mother. “While you?”
“Fight for my people.” Strength and determination fortify Hector’s tone.
Hector is the warrior, the fighter, the avenger. Kheldar seems more like a lawmaker, someone that moves among society and guides the people.
It would probably be easier to be married to someone like Kheldar. Though, I have never chosen the easy path.
