He had expected something snide in answer, and was shocked when nothing came. She never surrendered, she never let him have the last word – and now she was not even going to lay here any longer, to indulge themselves in an infrequent truce and fall asleep together?
“Where are you going?” Trystan asked, with a furrowed brow. He had felt exceedingly languid, halfway to sleep already in the afterglow, but her averted gaze awoke something in him again. She thought she would just let slip the news about Adrienne’s pregnancy and then slip away? Or – no, it couldn’t possibly be so.
“Wait,” he said, pulling himself upright and swinging his legs off the bed, on his way to getting up lest she did not stop. An odd smile had taken up residence on his mouth as he peered at her, a dawning, bewildering thought. He ran through the conversation they had just had, and what might have turned her mood so fast. “Ambrosia, don’t,” he echoed, incredulous. “Don’t you pretend you didn’t know.” He was so disbelieving he was trying not to laugh.
She had never had any faith in him – and although she had tolerated the twins more than most, Trystan had always supposed that was because at least the public pretence spared her a little dignity. But she had not been so naive to think...? It was an old, stale betrayal: she could not keep holding his past mistakes against him, that was hardly fair. Merlin, the twins even looked like him.
“Where are you going?” Trystan asked, with a furrowed brow. He had felt exceedingly languid, halfway to sleep already in the afterglow, but her averted gaze awoke something in him again. She thought she would just let slip the news about Adrienne’s pregnancy and then slip away? Or – no, it couldn’t possibly be so.
“Wait,” he said, pulling himself upright and swinging his legs off the bed, on his way to getting up lest she did not stop. An odd smile had taken up residence on his mouth as he peered at her, a dawning, bewildering thought. He ran through the conversation they had just had, and what might have turned her mood so fast. “Ambrosia, don’t,” he echoed, incredulous. “Don’t you pretend you didn’t know.” He was so disbelieving he was trying not to laugh.
She had never had any faith in him – and although she had tolerated the twins more than most, Trystan had always supposed that was because at least the public pretence spared her a little dignity. But she had not been so naive to think...? It was an old, stale betrayal: she could not keep holding his past mistakes against him, that was hardly fair. Merlin, the twins even looked like him.
