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For the first time since meeting the elves on a neutral ground, Nik felt like there might be just a small glimmer of hope when Amara smiled at him. She seemed genuinely warm in that moment and like a cracked, dry land, Nik absorbed both the praise and the kindness like it was life-giving water. He said nothing of it, though and merely nodded when the priestess told him that nothing needed to be done on his part and he remained quiet after that as those in higher authority started to speak to one another, hearing his father speak to Amara as Lyra came to his side. "I think, for the good of both our people and this alliance, the sooner this marriage takes place, the more solid our new partnership shall be."
Nik resisted the urge to growl, clenching his teeth as he looked away from his family and to the gardens around them instead. Of course they'd be glad to be rid of him as soon as possible. The shame upon the family, the blight upon their perfect picture, his father's punishment for foolish lust. He was a halfbreed and there was nothing the Sidhe despised more in their midst. They were probably hoping some well-meaning elf would assassinate him before this was all over and Nik almost wished someone would.
All right, he didn't really wish that, but it sure would be better than having to deal with the spitfire currently at his side. They hadn't said one word to each other and to be truthful, Nik didn't have much to say, not in front of his family and her own when all they could exchange was sugary pleasantries that felt as fake as they sounded. So he merely wandered about the foliage and whether Lyra chose to follow him or not was her choice.
Or at least he thought it would be, but Taraghlan seemed to have another idea as he came toward Lyra and looked to Niklomaus. "Hálfkyn, are you not going to introduce us to your lovely bride?"
Nik stiffened just slightly at the 'nickname', one that was in their native tongue and would therefore not be seen for what it really was, and he forced a small smile. "It would seem you are doing that well on your own, little brother." He knew Taraghlan hated that term, hated being reminded that even if Niklomaus was a halfbreed, he WAS the oldest but right now Nik didn't much care about any consequences that might come from such a daring retort. After all, his family was leaving him here. Harder to hurt him that way.
Taraghlan kept his smile steady and looked back at Lyra, taking her hand and placing a kiss on it that Nik knew she'd hate from what he'd already seen of her. "Rumors of your beauty do not do you justice, Lady Aelyra. I do hope your marriage to my dear brother will be a...fruitful one."
It took everything Nik had not to roll his eyes.
Nik resisted the urge to growl, clenching his teeth as he looked away from his family and to the gardens around them instead. Of course they'd be glad to be rid of him as soon as possible. The shame upon the family, the blight upon their perfect picture, his father's punishment for foolish lust. He was a halfbreed and there was nothing the Sidhe despised more in their midst. They were probably hoping some well-meaning elf would assassinate him before this was all over and Nik almost wished someone would.
All right, he didn't really wish that, but it sure would be better than having to deal with the spitfire currently at his side. They hadn't said one word to each other and to be truthful, Nik didn't have much to say, not in front of his family and her own when all they could exchange was sugary pleasantries that felt as fake as they sounded. So he merely wandered about the foliage and whether Lyra chose to follow him or not was her choice.
Or at least he thought it would be, but Taraghlan seemed to have another idea as he came toward Lyra and looked to Niklomaus. "Hálfkyn, are you not going to introduce us to your lovely bride?"
Nik stiffened just slightly at the 'nickname', one that was in their native tongue and would therefore not be seen for what it really was, and he forced a small smile. "It would seem you are doing that well on your own, little brother." He knew Taraghlan hated that term, hated being reminded that even if Niklomaus was a halfbreed, he WAS the oldest but right now Nik didn't much care about any consequences that might come from such a daring retort. After all, his family was leaving him here. Harder to hurt him that way.
Taraghlan kept his smile steady and looked back at Lyra, taking her hand and placing a kiss on it that Nik knew she'd hate from what he'd already seen of her. "Rumors of your beauty do not do you justice, Lady Aelyra. I do hope your marriage to my dear brother will be a...fruitful one."
It took everything Nik had not to roll his eyes.