Chapter 42: Brothers are born to not get along
My eyes are burning just from seeing this haggard face reflected in the bowl of soup before me. I don’t really know who was leading the charge last night, but I’m definitely the one who ended up worse off.
Moriah and I are in one of the palace rooms, enjoying breakfast. I can only manage a few spoonfuls before needing a break to digest water. Meanwhile, my companion, who kept me awake almost all night... she’s practically glowing.
At least the internal pain is gone, and there are no sore muscles from sex or anything like that. It’s just total exhaustion.
Things are spinning around me, my eyes can barely focus on the fact that Leliana is also eating with us, holding her tea with absurd calmness. Even worse, beside her, Kristia maintains a similarly pompous composure, the two act like clones of each other in a way that disgusts me.
Besides, why is that brat here? We’re supposed be far away from each other.
I don’t know how she has the nerve to be in the same room as me. Is this her mother’s trick to make me uncomfortable and apologize? Hell no. This girl keeps saying I should die, so why thank or accept someone like that?
"Soooo..." I leaned forward and put the soup bowl on the small table. "What has Leonhardt been doing?"
"Pacing up and down the palace", Leliana replied, lowering her teacup slightly. "Ever since you said that, the poor fellow can’t close his eyes to sleep and refuses to ask others to switch shifts. He’s practically killing himself. Congratulations on planting paranoia in our best inquisitor."
"Pfft, spare me. You would’ve called me crazy if people weren’t trying to kill me so often."
"Darius, I’m capable of many things, but not torture. What Leonhardt is going through is nothing less than torture... I don’t know why you still care about Ravenna’s life."
"I need her for something important."
"Can’t I do it instead of her, dear?", Moriah asked, touching my thigh. "I’ll do anything for you..."