Days 50-56 of the experiment.
With a defeated sigh, he sat next to her on the bed, careful not to wrinkle her dress.
“Talk to me Tarvek,” she whispered, squeezing his hand in support.
He remembered this from when they were little–huddled together in the corner of his room or under the covers of her bed after their mother had died taking what little solace they could find in each other. He swallowed hard.
“Remember when I was on Castle Wulfenbach.”
She tensed. “I remember they stole you away in the middle of the night.”
Tarvek rolled his eyes–like Anevka hadn’t been jealous he’d been chosen over her because everyone knew being held hostage by the Baron was the place to be; it meant you were someone important or would be someday.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t their prisoner for long was I?”
“No, I suppose not. You were pretty quiet when you came home and never wanted to talk about it. Father was angry.”
Boy, had Father been angry, Tarvek thought–being sent home in disgrace like that. His punishment had been discreet but intense; he shivered thinking about it but regained his composure quickly under Anevka’s watchful gaze.
“So what happened?” she prodded after a moment.
“I got in trouble.” He glared at his scuffed boots. “Or more precisely, Holzfäller got me–got us–in trouble.”
Anevka raised one perfect eyebrow. “I’m going to need more than that if you want me to hate Gil along with you.”
“I don’t want you to hate him,” he said without thinking, getting a knowing look from his sister. He frowned at his shoes again and played with a tear in his trousers he must have got in the fight. The memory of Gil standing over him looking more than a little crazy and raging about not wanting to be here helped direct his thoughts back to the topic. Read more…