Stellan Aphelion's Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

Stellan stood on the balcony of his tower and watched a rider climb the frozen road. The man wore palace colors. He carried a sealed letter. Stellan took it with steady hands. The seal was the Queen's. He broke it and read three lines. A second assassin had been caught inside the palace walls last night. The next blade could come tonight. The capital lay two days away by horse. Two days was too long. A knife needed only a moment. Stellan pressed the cold crystal of his mother's amulet against his chest. The frost in his blood went quiet. He looked at the snow heaped along the road, at the ice sheeting the river below. He had spent weeks learning to pull cold from himself. He had never tried to pull it from the world. He went down to the river and set his palm on the ice. He willed it to rise. It cracked and lifted into a long, flat sheet. He willed it to move, and it slid forward over the snow. He stepped onto it. The sheet carried him like a boat with no water. Faster than a horse. Faster than any blade could ride. He traveled through the night. Snow blurred past. The amulet burned cold and held the surge in check. By the second dawn the capital's spires rose ahead. Stellan did not slow at the gates. He froze a ramp up the outer wall and crossed it on foot. He reached her chamber as a servant lifted a wine cup toward the Queen's lips. The servant's free hand held a thin blade low against her skirt. Stellan flung out his fingers. Frost shot across the floor and locked the woman's feet to the stone. The cup fell. The blade clattered down. Guards seized the servant. Evangeline rose from her chair, her blue-streaked curls loose around her face. She stared at the ice spreading from Stellan's boots. Her green eyes caught the silver light of it. "You froze the floor," she said. Her voice did not shake. "In the chamber, that night, it was you." "Yes...it was me" He did not dare look away from her. For seven years he had kept the cold a secret from her. Sealed and locked away, Now it coated the marble between them. She stepped off the dais, around the frost, and stopped close enough to touch his hand. She did not flinch from the chill. Her hardened royal exterior softened as their touch met. "You came back," she said softly. "You could have stayed hidden away…but you came back for me." "I’ll always come back for you." The words left him before he could stop them. The captured servant twisted in the guards' grip and spat one name through her teeth. A name Stellan knew. A noble of the inner court. The hand behind both blades had a face at last. Evangeline heard the name too. Her fingers closed around Stellan's cold ones, and she couldn’t bare to let go.