She wished she could enjoy that fact a little more, but for the next few days, she was always either clenching her teeth against pain, being sick, or sleeping.
A fever turned to chills. She felt nauseous all the time. Oro fed her pieces of bread and soups and got her to drink water even when she cried, because everything hurt, and would he please make it stop?
He looked as pained as she felt.
She fell asleep holding his hand every night, and every morning when she awoke, with a headache worse than the last, he was already there, looking like he hadn’t slept at all.
“You can go,” she said weakly one night, as he very badly attempted to brush her hair and tie it with one of her ribbons. Ella typically helped her, but she had sent the Starling home early that night, since she had been working around the clock for days. “I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere.”
Oro just looked at her, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement that didn’t reach his eyes. “I was given strict orders not to leave your side.”
Isla managed to smile, before grimacing as a new wave of pain washed over her. “Oh? I didn’t know the king of Lightlark took orders from anyone.”
“Not just anyone.”
She stared at him, her pain abating just a little. A wavy lock of hair came loose, and Oro cursed, starting over.
“You have many skills,” Isla said, a faint laugh escaping her even as every part of her ached. “Doing hair isn’t one of them.”
Oro began to smile in earnest. “Here I thought I had another talent.” He brushed through her locks again and said, “I like your hair.”
“You do?”
He nodded. “It ... shines nicely in the sun. I didn’t know that until after the curses.” She smiled, despite the pain. The fact that he noticed something that specific about her, that he was paying that close attention ... it made her feel warm inside, for just a moment, before the nausea returned.
“I like your eyes too,” he offered, studying her face, as if wanting to make her smile again. He quickly returned his attention to her hair. “They’re my favorite color.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “My eyes happen to be your favorite color?”
Oro paused, looking a little like he regretted starting this conversation in the first place. He stared intently at the ribbon between his fingers, and it looked almost physically painful for him to get the next few words out. “No. It ... itbecamemy favorite, after ... after—”
He was flustered. Isla couldn’t believe it. The king of Lightlark, the cold ruler of Sunling she had heard about her entire life, wasflustered. It was adorable. Isla’s chest felt like it was being cracked in half, but she couldn’t help but tease him. “Really?” she said. “Please. Tell me everything you like about me, slowly, in detail.”
Oro gave her a look that made her certain he knew she was reveling in his discomfort.
She pressed her lips against another smile. “Do I encompass any other favorites? Am I your ... favorite liar? Favorite incapable ruler?” Her tone slowly became bitter, because in truth, she couldn’t imagine being anyone’s favorite anything. “Your favorite weakling who can’t go a few hours without retching?”
Oro turned to her, then. He looked her right in the eyes as he said, “Isla. You are my favorite everything.”
Her lips had been parted with another self-deprecating and annoying statement, but she closed them.
That couldn’t be true.
What was there to like about her? She was weak. Foolish—
She looked away. Suddenly, she was the one who was uncomfortable. Oro didn’t lie, but she couldn’t imagine anyone saying good things about her, when her mind told her the opposite. “I feel better,” she lied. “You can leave for a bit, if you want.”
“Is that so?”
“Better than ever, actually.”
“Right.” He lightly brushed away another strand that had come loose—because he was truly hopeless at tying her hair—and she knew he was also subtly checking her temperature. “Well, Wildling, even if I couldn’t naturally tell that you’re a liar, your skin is so warm, you could pass for Sunling.”
Oro should be with a Sunling. Someone more like him. Someone who wasn’t such a mess. “Do you wish I was?”
“Sunling?”
She nodded, and it didn’t do anything to make her head feel better. Before he could respond, she added, “Do you wish I wasn’t ... everything I am?”
