Xaryasha could see the hesitation on the midwife’s face. He had hoped that it would not be necessary to intervene directly. He knew, none better, that there were things that no man should meddle with, and childbirth was one of them.
As the woman still did not move, he knew that the time had come to act. It was desperate, and it was terrible, but he his visions had come to him and told him this child’s future, the dark reign of terror that he would inflict upon the world. He must be destroyed.
He made to gesture toward the guards who were waiting, but suddenly the blast of trumpets shattered the night, and the very palace seemed to reverberate to their terrible notes.
“What in the name of?” he managed to ask before something enormous seemed to strike the palace, sending another shockwave that threw him to his knees. Cursing even more loudly, he got to his feet and his worst fears were instantly confirmed.
The midwife was gone.
Whatever had struck the palace had thrown everything into chaos. Siska did not know what it was, but she had not waited around to see if any illumination was forthcoming. As soon as she saw the shadow of the guards making to come into the sacred birthing chamber, she had known that she had no choice but to run. If she did not, her own life and the life of the child she had pledged to save would be forfeit.
She had not been paying careful attention when she had been led to this chamber, but she thougth she had a vague idea of how to escape.
She would find out soon enough if she was wrong.
A few turns, and she was hopelessly lost.
And then she ran face-first into the last person she would have expected.
The King of Kings stood there before her in all his terrifying majesty, a figure of awe and terror. She had only ever seen him from afar as he rode through the city, and even from a distant he had seemed to shine with a blistering light, a creature so far above the likes of a midwife as to be something another type of being. Seeing him here was altogether different.
The greatest ruler in the known world was stunningly handsome, with his high forehead and sharply curved nose. His eyes were a piercing brown, but they seemed to hold a world of sadness in their depths. But what struck her most was that he seemed so utterly human. That humanity, though, did not lessen the fact that he was still a man who held t
He looked her up and down, and then his eyes came to rest on the bundle that she had clutched in her arms, a child that was so small as to almost disappear. His eyes narrowed, and she felt her heart constrict in her chest. Was this to be the end of her?
“What has happened to my wife?” he demanded, his voice cracking like a whip. “What have you done to her?”
Something seemed to have stolen her voice, and it felt as if her tongue had cleaved to the roof of her mouth. Siska desperately worked to get spit into her mouth, but to no avail. What could she tell this man? How could she tell the most powerful man in the world that his wife was dead and that she had promised that woman to take her child—and his—into the night?
She knew then that she was going to die, and she prepared herself, and with that peace her voice finally came back.
“Your wife has died,” she said. She knew that she was supposed to perform the obeisance, but for some reason she could not make her knees.
Flames seemed to leap into his eyes, but they died just as quickly, and he put his hand against the wall in order to hold himself up. She could see that something fundamental had left him, and she felt her heart break. This was a man, after all, for all that he was also a god, and she knew in that moment that he had indeed loved the woman who she had left dead in a pool of fouled blood.
“What do you wish of me?” she had the temerity to ask. “Your Shariza has asked me to take the child to safety with her father, but yours is the final word. Will you have me do this thing, or do you wish to take him under your own wing?”
When he looked at her again, it was as if he had never seen her, as if his mind was racing to figure out who she was. At last, she shook his head.
“No, I know that my reign is over.”
As if to echo his words, the palace shook again, and he sighed.
“The princes will not rest until the palace has been destroyed, and all that I have built is brought to ruin.”
He seemed lost for a moment, as if he did not know where he was or what he was doing. At last, however, he turned those eyes upon her.
“You must go,” he cried, his voice cracking.
She found that she could not move her feet.
“You must go!” he cried louder, lunging toward.
Clutching the child to her breast, Siska fled.