“I didn’t throw her off.” If Moon had thrown her off the boat, Saffron wouldn’t be in any condition to gossip about it to her royal clutchmate.
“As you say.” Umber made it clear he wasn’t going to argue the wording. “Ivory said that she would agree to take you if asked, and to overlook the fact that you had already been taken by another queen. The bloodlines are close, but not unacceptably so.”
Moon considered Umber. The older consort didn’t seem particularly interested in the proposal he had just relayed. “And what do you think?”
“I think she’s too young and foolish for you,” Umber said frankly. “She would see you as a challenge. You would see her as an enemy. It would be a disaster.”
It sounded like a disaster. Moon said, “Then my answer is no.”
“I’ll tell Onyx.” Umber poured more tea.
So that was that, apparently. Moon said, “I thought the idea was that I’d be sent to a queen in another court for an alliance.”
“Opal Night has all the alliances it needs. And I know Malachite would prefer you to stay here.”
“I didn’t think I was welcome in this court.” Moon cast a significant glance down at the young consorts who gathered around the hearth in the chamber below. The ones caught staring up at Moon and Umber all self-consciously looked away.
Umber followed Moon’s gaze. With an ironic air, he said, “They’ve heard by now how important you are to Malachite. I doubt they’ll treat you as an interloper again.” He added, “Because Ivory is inappropriate doesn’t mean there isn’t a daughter queen in our court for you.”
Until that instant Moon hadn’t been aware that he had been trying to make a decision. “Maybe. But I’m already taken.” And he thought, So it wasn’t that difficult a decision after all.
After Moon left Umber, he went to the colony’s main entrance. Twilight was falling into a cool evening, the sky’s blue darkening to indigo and the first stars coming out. Lights glowed on either side of the big doorway, echoed by the flicker of lamps aboard Delin’s ship. Warriors still gathered around the entrance hall, but no one tried to stop Moon when he went outside.
Moon shifted just long enough to make the long leap up to the ship. He hit the railing a little too hard and the wood vibrated. A couple of sailors on watch stood up in alarm, then relaxed as soon as Moon swung down onto the deck and shifted to groundling. One lifted a hand in greeting, and called out in Altanic, “The others are below!”
Moon waved back and went to the hatchway to take the steps down. Still trying to think what he was going to say to Jade, he was caught by surprise when he stepped into the corridor and she whipped out of a doorway.
She froze in surprise. “Oh. I thought it was one of their warriors. With a message.”
“No. It’s me.” They stared at each other for a moment.
Delin appeared in the doorway Jade had just burst out of, lifted his brows, then stepped back in and slid the door shut. Moon heard the other Raksura demanding to know who was here, then frantic shushing.
Jade twitched her spines nervously, then turned down the corridor. “We can talk back here.”
She led him down the passage to a large cabin. From the belongings strewn about and the blankets heaped up in the corners, Moon guessed this was where the Raksura had been sleeping on the journey.
Jade pulled a folded blanket around for him to sit on, then took one for herself. As soon as they were both seated, Jade said, “I’m sorry. That didn’t work out at all like I expected. And it didn’t say much for my ability to negotiate with other courts.”
Moon shook his head a little. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” Jade hesitated. “I don’t want you to feel as if… I told Malachite the truth. I took you for a consort because I wanted you. Not because it was the only option, or because I thought there might be a future alliance.”
“It was the only option,” Moon reminded her. “The Arbora wouldn’t agree to leave the old colony unless you had a consort. That was the whole reason Stone went to look for one.”
“Not once the Fell attacked. If any of the Arbora had demanded to stay at the old colony after that, Pearl would have been happy to leave them there.”
That didn’t seem like much of an option, and he didn’t think Pearl, let alone Jade, would have been willing to risk it. “So I was the first consort you’d ever seen that you weren’t related to. It doesn’t matter,” he said, when she drew breath to object. “It’s all right.”
“It’s not all right.” She bared her teeth. “If I could prove it to you, I would.”
Moon rubbed his eyes. A clutch would prove it, but Jade was obviously unwilling to admit that he couldn’t provide one. “You don’t have to prove it.”
“I could steal you.”
He started to say that wasn’t funny anymore, but her expression stopped the words. The last time he had seen that look in her eyes, he had had to talk her out of killing Tempest’s sister Halcyon. He said, “You can’t steal me. Not from Malachite.”
With complete conviction, she said, “I can.”
It was tempting, but they just didn’t have time for it. Moon made his voice hard. “The Fell are about to attack the Reaches. If you try to steal me in the middle of this, I will make sure you never sleep again.”
Jade’s eyes narrowed. “I have help.”
“Who, the warriors?” Moon snorted in derision. “That’s funny.”
Jade held his gaze for a long moment, a growl in her throat. Then her shoulders and spines relaxed in defeat and she looked away. “Well. What do you want to do?”
“It’s nice to be asked, for once.” And it would be easier to answer if he had any idea what he should do. “I can’t leave here until the Fell flight is dead.”
“I can offer to help fight them in exchange for you.” Jade propped her chin on her hand, and her expression turned ironic. “That should go over well. I think your birthqueen hates me only slightly less than the Fell who attacked your court in the first place.”
Moon would have argued that, except it might well be true. “It’s hard to tell with her.”
“It wasn’t that hard to tell.” Jade’s expression went from ironic to sour. “Stone is furious with me.”
“Are you sure? Maybe he was just furious in general.”
“No, he was furious in particular.” Jade seemed glumly certain of it. “He didn’t like how I handled the whole thing. It’s made me realize I don’t know as much about being a queen as I think I do.”
He remembered again that Jade was young, maybe even younger than he was. It had always been hard for him to judge Raksuran age, especially since number of turns lived didn’t always equal maturity. But that was true for groundlings, too. “I think you know a lot about being a queen, it’s just…” He rubbed his forehead, trying to massage away an incipient headache. It had been a long and very tense day. “Not helpful in this situation. Where’s Stone now?”
“He went off to sulk.” She watched him worriedly. “Did you eat today? Did you stop eating again?”
“I did not stop eating,” he said, irritated. “I flew most of today, I’m tired.”
“Yes, but…” Jade didn’t finish. She took his arm and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get you something anyway.”
She led him down the passage to the ship’s common room and slid the door open. Delin, Chime, Balm, Floret, Root, and Song all sat around the low table, and the conversation stopped abruptly when Moon and Jade appeared. There were dishes on the table, and from the bones stacked on a platter, they had been eating a fresh kill. It wasn’t surprising, since Delin was one of the few groundlings who wouldn’t be disturbed by watching Raksura eat raw meat, but the sight made Moon queasy and his stomach twinged in a painful way that wasn’t hunger. Great, you did make yourself sick again, he thought. He wasn’t certain how, since he had eaten with Celadon, Stone, and the warriors just this morning.