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"What meeting are you referring to?" the Emperor demanded, frowning.

Fay explained what had happened in the Gardensia Memoria and the Emperor's frown deepened as she spoke of Marcius' appearance. When she finished, he said in an iron voice, "I assume that you have a request to make of me, given all that you have told me."

She thought carefully about the things she wanted and said, "Yes, your Majesty. Two related requests, if I may. First, I want my father's petition formally denied. The second, this line in his petition about marriage concerns me. I would request that you grant me full emancipation from his authority from this day forward. I realize the magnitude of this request, but I think only that can keep me safe from whatever this is about."

He paused for a moment, considered, and then nodded. "I agree to grant both requests, in the consideration that Calder exposing you to someone as dangerous as Marcius proves to me that he does not have your best interests in his heart. Only time may tell us if this is sufficient to keep you safe from him. I will have the necessary documents drawn up."

She reflected on his words, and wondered if Marcius could really be so dangerous. What was this crime that no one would talk about and how could it possibly prove that he was a threat to others, when there seemed considered doubt about the murder? What crime could be worse than murder, she thought, but nothing came to mind. She half-expected his voice to rise around her with reassurances but he remained absent from her in both voice and presence.

Keari stood and faced the Emperor, his voice disrupting her thoughts. "Father, there is worse news yet. I learned just before we came here that the Ninth Mirror is missing from the vault, and that it may have been missing for some years now."

Valteray did not speak for some time, though his expression was troubled and angry as he considered the situation. "You must find out if Calder has somehow come into possession of it, as what I have heard here today suggests he might have. If he has, you have my fullest support to do whatever is necessary to return the Mirror to its proper place. I will have an investigation conducted here into how this was possible, as well as ensuring the other Mirrors are in their vaults and remain there. If those inside them were released, I would not care to see the havoc they would create in the world. Now, unless there is something further to discuss, I believe you have plans to make."

As Fay and Lydia rose, she saw Keari hesitate, looking uncomfortably at his father. Finally, he said, "Be wary of Arovan, Father. The Mirrors are his responsibility, so it would be his ministry under investigation by outsiders. You know he will not take that lightly."

They turned and left, Fay pulling her hood back down before leaving the room.

 

Chapter 14

 

 

They returned to Keari's manor to find Tavis pacing in front of the house as if he meant to wear right through the stones. His furrowed brows relaxed slightly when he turned and saw them approaching, the worry draining from his eyes as Fay lowered her hood, but the look of determination which replaced it was unexpected. Lydia had come forward and was offering him a hug, which he returned absently, but his eyes never left Fay's face. When his mother released him, he left her behind and walked over to Fay.

"May I speak with you privately?" he asked her, his tone formal, careful.

"I- um, yes," she said, wondering what had changed since their departure that he would now meet her eyes with such resolve.

Tavis took her hand and led her into the house to the sitting room. He let go of her hand and took two steps away from her before turning around. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes looking into hers as if trying to read her thoughts, choosing how to start what he wanted to say by what he might see there.

"I've tried to tell myself for a while now that it could never be possible, but I can't deny my hopes any longer. And now I don't have the luxury of waiting, so I'll come right out and say it. Faylanna, I'm in love with you."

She stared at him, trying to understand the rush of joy and uncertainty that flooded through her at his words. A low hiss sounded around her and she was suddenly aware that Marcius was with her again. She didn't speak though, sure there was more for either of them to say. After a moment of searching her face, Tavis went on.

"I didn't expect to. When we met, it just seemed like a good idea to travel together. I liked you, I liked talking to you, which seemed to make us good traveling companions. I- I guess I wanted to make sure you would be safe, and when you told me you were a Magicia, I hoped I could learn something from you. But it's gone well beyond that now. I love you and I don't want to lose you because I'm too stupid or scared to say something."

She stared at him as this torrent of words flowed out of him. His early feelings mirrored her own, but she wondered if hers had grown as his apparently had. Marcius whispered rapidly in her ear.
Faylanna, no, give me a chance, can't you see how much I need you? Don't let him come between us. He knows nothing, can't offer you the kind of power I can.
His voice was so muffled that she could barely hear it. But she thought about that feeling, the heat she felt near Tavis. A faint echo of it surged through her even now, with no physical contact between them. She knew what it meant, but she had to wonder if he would recognize what it signaled. What if he was feeling it too and mistaking it for something else? "If it's the bond you're asking for, you know, it doesn't have to be me. Trust me, with your strength, you'll find any number of willing partners your age, maybe a little younger, once you've trained some at-"

"I don't care about the bond," he said heatedly, taking a step closer. His eyes sparked with blend of irritation and affection as he went on. "I don't care about partners or magic or any of that. I only care about you. That's all I want, you in my heart and my life, to be in yours. Bound, unbound, I don't care, whatever you want. None of the rest of it matters to me, not as long as I'm with you."

Tavis dropped his gaze to the floor as he spoke those amazing words, his head drooping. Fay opened her mouth with no idea what to say. For the first time in her life, someone wanted something other than her magic. She realized that with Tavis, she could be herself, a solo Magicia, that he would let her explore her own power and capabilities without rushing her into anything. It occurred to her that she might never find that again, someone who would let her balance all of her competing desires. How could his lack of education really matter, next to that, she wondered. Distantly, she felt a feathery touch on her mind, Marcius trying to hold on, to pull her away from these thoughts, but suddenly she wasn't sure how she felt about him and if she really knew what he wanted from her. He kept talking about needing her and how they should be together, but she always felt a sense that there was more he wasn’t telling her, and she was tired of people keeping secrets from her. She reached out a hand, wanting to see again the truth of Tavis' words in his face. Her fingertips brushed his cheek before settling under his chin.

His head slowly rose, a fevered shine in his eyes. She was instantly sure that he'd misinterpreted her gesture to mean more than just wanting him to look at her. He took another step forward, closing the gap between them. His arms slid around her shoulders, her waist and pressed her against his warm body. A faint, disconnected part of her mind noted that he was so much more tender than Marcius in his embrace, but even that thought was blown away as Tavis dipped his head and kissed her, gently, passionately. For a moment, she was afraid her heart would explode, as the electric feel of his soft, slender lips on hers lit up every nerve in her body and mind. The rhythm he induced in her amplified and suddenly she heard another, the harmonic, his own, growing louder in her ears until it was all she could hear, all she could feel outside of his lips and arms. Her own lips moved, returning his kiss with equal fervor. The angry howl at the edge of her mind was drowned in the storm of her senses as her hands griped Tavis' back and the kiss stretched into eternity.

After a length of time Fay was incapable of measuring, he unwound his arms from her and took a step back, breaking all contact between them. Underneath the amazement that dominated her thoughts was a distant pleasure that he was as out of breath as she. When he spoke, his voice was rough, as if he barely had himself in control. "You don't have to make a decision now. I want you to think about it, to answer when you're ready. But I had to make you see that there is a choice. I had to show you..."

For a moment, he tried to continue, but he gave his head a slight shake and left the room. She wished he had stayed to kiss her again, and wondered if that was why he had left. She thought about going after him but couldn't seem to make her body respond to her wishes. When she gave up on the notion of following him, the chaos in her mind enveloped her. She stood in the middle of the room, frozen for a long time, trying to draw her thoughts back into some coherent order. She realized that Marcius was no longer trying to reach her and wondered what that meant.

The light around her had shifted by the time Lydia came in and asked her if she was coming for dinner. Fay had to work to answer and follow her to the dining room. As they went down the hall, she wished she had someone she could talk to about what had just happened. She considered and rejected each of the house's inhabitants, all of whom were too close to Tavis. Even Keari was too close, bound to Lydia as he was. She knew that partners kept few secrets from each other. It also occurred to her that she had no idea what she would say about what had happened, how she might explain it to anyone.

When they entered the dining room, Tavis was already there, seated between Keari and Eliar. His eyes were on her from the moment she walked in, watching her sit down at the opposite side of the table. She wasn't sure whether the room had become warm or if it was a blush she felt as she took her place. She found she was unable to make herself look away from him.

Dinner was served, fish baked with the most wonderful herbs which Keari told them all was a favorite of his, accompanied by vegetables that were still crisp. Fay was sure that it was one of the best meals she had eaten in some time but she could hardly taste it. Tavis barely took his eyes from her the entire time. When they had all finished and the dishes were cleared, the prince motioned for everyone to remain where they were. He filled Tavis and Eliar in on the audience with the Emperor, skirting carefully around any reference to himself. Fay found herself wondering distractedly how hard it must be for him to lead this double-life and why he didn't simply tell Tavis who he was, as everyone else there already knew.

"So, first we must decide where to look for the Mirror. And perhaps who took it, as that could help us figure out where it is now. I'm open to suggestions," he said, leaning back in his chair.

Eliar spoke up then. "I don't think Calder would have had the opportunity to take it, but he seems involved with it now. We need to consider that who and where aren't necessarily related, Ki." Keari nodded at this and Eliar went on, "I wonder if they took the Mirror to Bershan. I read the accounts of those who found the Mirrors, and they spoke of a resonance in the Mirrors that vanished when they were removed from the Bloodstones."

"What about the Vengalo mystics? I know their lands are far to the south, just beyond the outer border of the Empire, but I’ve read reports that suggests they deal in a kind of power that might be like the Mirrors," Lydia suggested.

Eliar and Lydia discussed the two ideas back and forth for a while until Tavis turned his eyes from Fay to his mother and asked, "What about why? You've said that it might depend on who took the Mirror, but what about why they took it? Their purpose might dictate where they took it."

Everyone turned to look at Tavis then, surprise and consideration on their faces. He seemed slightly uncomfortable to be the focus of everyone's attention. Fay felt his question pluck at something in her memory, hovering at the edge of her grasp and looked down at the table, frowning.

"That is something worth thinking about. Astute observation, Tavis," Keari said as Eliar patted Tavis on the shoulder, smiling.

Fay felt his presence around her a second before Marcius' voice whispered to her,
Come to me, Faylanna.
She could hear in his voice that he was calm again. She didn't answer though, unsure of what she might want to say to him. Instead, she thought about what Tavis had said. Again, a memory floated near, closer this time, and she thought she could hear her father's voice telling her to prepare. Her father, who was somehow involved with Marcius, telling her to prepare. Her eyes flew open as understanding came.

"Iondis!"

Everyone stopped speaking and stared at her as her cry sliced through their words. Tavis was back to watching her, but it was Lydia who reached over and put a hand on her arm. "Don't worry. You won't have to go there. The Emperor already said that-"

"No, it's at Iondis. The Mirror. That's why he kept wanting me to go there." The expressions around the table were dubious, except for Tavis, who was frowning. "Think about it. Ever since my graduation, my father has been trying to get me to go to back home. Even this stupid petition was aimed at bringing me to Iondis. It didn't makes sense, but I think it has to be because the Mirror is there. Marcius is there."

Though Tavis continued to look at her with a frown, the others immediately started arguing with her about how unlikely the idea was that Calder could have stolen the Mirror and gotten it out of the city undetected. She didn't listen. All she could hear was Marcius' voice, and his tone was exultant.
Come to me, you know the way, now come to me. I await you, my sweet.

She quickly grew impatient with their willful blindness and stubborn refusal to admit she was right. She wanted to leave immediately, now that she knew where to go. She controlled her impatience though, knowing that they would come around to her side, once they looked at the facts. It was Tavis who stopped the discussion. His frown had smoothed away as she had finished her explanation, but now the look in his eyes was a mix of regret, hope and resignation that she didn't understand. He spoke quietly, but they heard him and stopped to listen. "I think she's right. It must be there. You didn't see Marcius walk out of Calder's huddled body. She did, and so did I. This connection between the two of them means something."

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