Chapter 319: v4 - 20: the arrival V

Chapter 319: v4 Chapter 20: the arrival V

The procession slowed as it entered the palace courtyard.

Adrian and Lorenz reached the front first.

Their ceremonial horses were brought to a halt before the palace steps, and Imperial and Milician grooms immediately came forward to take their reins.

The two sovereigns dismounted.

Behind them, the long delegation continued advancing.

The Imperial Guard moved into position along the edges of the courtyard while the Milician guards followed behind their king. Carriages came to a controlled stop, attendants moved between the horses, and riders began dismounting according to their places within the procession.

Cassian remained mounted for another moment.

His position farther back gave him a clear view toward the palace entrance.

He had been looking toward it for several moments when the procession began to slow.

Now he could see the Imperial household gathered at the entrance.

Officials.

Guards.

Servants.

And then—

her.

For a moment, Cassian forgot how to breathe.

Marian stood at the top of the steps.

He had imagined this moment so many times that he had stopped counting.

He had seen her in dreams.

In memories.

In the quiet hours of the night when there had been nothing else to occupy his mind.

He had imagined how she might look after almost six years.

He had wondered whether time had changed her.

Whether she would seem older.

Different.

Perhaps distant from the lady he had known.

But the woman standing before him—

God.

Time had been generous to her.

No.

Generous was not the word.

It had given her something beyond that.

Her face had matured.

The softness of youth had settled into something more refined.

There were subtle changes Cassian could see even from this distance.

Nothing that diminished the woman he remembered.

If anything, they made her more beautiful.

More herself.

Her golden-blonde hair caught the morning light.

Her dress fell elegantly around her, its colors complementing the ivory of Adrian’s coat.

And even from here, Cassian knew those eyes.

Those impossibly blue eyes.

He had carried the memory of them through places where he had thought he would die.

And now they were here.

Real.

Alive.

Marian.

His hand tightened around the reins.

For one irrational second, seeing her standing there waiting at the palace entrance, he thought—

She is waiting for me.

The thought struck him so suddenly that his heart seemed to lurch.

Of course she wasn’t.

He knew that.

She was the Empress.

The wife of the Emperor.

She was receiving the visiting king.

Still, for one foolish heartbeat, Cassian allowed himself to imagine that she had somehow known he was coming.

That she had been waiting for him.

Then Adrian reached her.

Cassian’s horse took another step forward.

He almost urged it faster.

Almost.

The instinct was immediate.

Go.

He had spent six years wanting to see her.

What was he doing sitting among a procession of strangers?

He wanted to ride ahead.

He wanted to reach her.

He wanted to hear her voice.

To stand close enough to see her eyes properly.

To say her name.

Marian.

But he forced his hand to remain steady.

Not yet.

Not here.

Not in front of Adrian.

He drew a slow breath.

Not yet.

Adrian approached her.

Marian smiled.

And everything inside Cassian stopped.

That smile.

He knew it.

He knew every version of it.

The small smile she gave when she was amused.

The brighter one when she was genuinely happy.

The softer one that appeared when she looked at someone she loved.

This was the last.

Cassian stared.

She was still there.

The Marian he had carried with him for almost six years.

Not merely the memory.

Not merely the woman he had loved.

The woman herself.

She was still Marian.

Still capable of that same warmth.

That same lightness.

That same smile that had lived in his thoughts through every terrible day.

For a moment, Cassian felt something almost unbearably close to happiness.

She was alive.

She was beautiful.

She was standing only a short distance away.

He had made it.

He had actually made it.

After the arena.

After the blood.

After the years of uncertainty.

After every morning when survival had seemed like the only thing he could accomplish.

He had returned.

And she was there.

Then he saw where she was looking.

Not at him.

At Adrian.

Cassian’s smile disappeared.

Adrian had reached her.

Marian looked at him with that same smile.

The one Cassian had spent six years remembering.

The one he had imagined being given to him again.

She looked at Adrian that way.

Something inside Cassian tightened.

He watched Adrian take her hand.

Watched Marian place hers in his.

Watched the Emperor lean slightly toward her.

The gestures were small.

Familiar.

Intimate.

Cassian knew immediately what they meant.

They had done this before.

Many times.

Perhaps every day.

For almost four years.

His eyes remained fixed on them.

Adrian.

The man who had ordered his death.

The man who had believed Cassian’s death necessary.

The man who had taken away his right to live.

And Marian—

Marian was standing beside him.

Happy.

Or at least she looked happy.

Cassian swallowed.

The pain was sharper than he had expected.

He had known she was married.

He had known she had lived four years with Adrian.

He had told himself he understood what that meant.

But knowledge was one thing.

Seeing it was another.

He had imagined Marian countless times during the years he had been gone.

He had imagined her waiting.

He had imagined her crying.

He had imagined her remembering him.

He had imagined her wondering where he was.

He had even imagined the possibility that she had eventually learned to live without him.

But he had never imagined this clearly enough.

Her looking at Adrian with the smile he remembered.

Her hand in his.

Her place beside him seeming so natural.

Cassian’s fingers tightened around the reins.

For a moment, the procession disappeared again.

There was only Marian.

And Adrian.

And the unbearable realization that while Cassian had spent six years surviving for the hope of seeing her again, Marian had spent those same years living a life in which Adrian had remained beside her.

His heart hurt.

But beneath the pain was something else.

Relief.

She was happy.

At least she appeared to be.

And despite everything inside him, some part of Cassian was grateful for that.

He had spent years imagining every terrible possibility.

He had wondered whether she had suffered.

Whether she had broken.

Whether the life he had left behind had destroyed her.

But she was standing there.

Smiling.

Alive.

Beautiful.

And that mattered.

Even if the smile was no longer his.

Cassian lowered his gaze for a moment.

Then he looked back.

Marian was speaking to Lorenz now.

Cassian could not hear her.

But he knew the movement of her mouth.

The slight tilt of her head.

The way she smiled when she was being courteous.

He had memorized these things without realizing it.

Six years had not erased them.

If anything, they had become sharper.

He looked toward Adrian again.

The Emperor stood beside her in ivory, his hand still near hers.

Cassian felt the old hatred rise.

It was quieter now.

Colder.

But unmistakable.

For six years, he had survived because he had believed there would be a day when he could return.

A day when he could tell Marian the truth.

A day when she would finally know that he had never abandoned her.

That day had come.

And now he had to stand among hundreds of people and watch her smile at the man who had taken those six years from him.

Cassian breathed slowly.

Not yet.

He reminded himself again.

Not yet.

He was Carlo.

Marquess Carlo of Valmere.

He had come here to observe.

To wait.

To find the right moment.

And Marian—

Marian still did not know he was alive.

Perhaps that was for the best.

At least for now.

Because if she had recognized him from across the courtyard—

Cassian did not know what he would have done.

An attendant approached his horse.

Cassian finally released the reins.

He dismounted with the rest of the delegation and handed the horse over.

Then he looked toward the palace once more.

Marian was still there.

And Cassian followed the others into the palace grounds.

He had spent almost six years trying to return to her.

Now that he finally had—

he understood that returning was only the beginning.

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Tbc