Chapter 62: Exposed
As we moved back into the banquet hall, I fell back behind Korra hoping to ride her fame again. But, when we passed through the doors, she turned and grasped my hand, pulling me beside her.
"Korra, I-"
"I don’t care if you’re a slave. Please, walk with me," she said gently.
I reluctantly followed her command, as much because of the slave crest as anything. Even so, a warm feeling filled my heart, strengthening me as we navigated the crowded hall amid staring gazes. As we approached the platform, an important-looking priest stepped in our way. Unlike the traditional robes of the Divine Throne, he wore deep blue silks trimmed with lace reminiscent of sea foam.
"Korra, if I may have a moment of your time? Some of the dignitaries from Ornth would like an introduction," he said, bowing respectfully.
"Go on without me," she murmured, giving my hand a final squeeze before pulling away.
Nodding, I returned to our table with my eyes on the ground. Several of the other heroes wandered the hall, including Soltair, who was hurriedly rotated from group to group. The Sun Hero’s responsibilities were a step more than any of the rest, his stress showing through a slight crease in his brow and stiff pose. I knew it wore on him, and was willing to accept that as an excuse for his behavior, should he present it. Even something like that was better than the alternative.
"Ah, Slave Hero. Welcome back."
I flinched as Ronin’s sarcastic voice cut through my thoughts and tentatively took a seat. He and R’lissea sat across from me, close enough their shoulders were nearly touching.