Fantasyland: Broken Dove Part 6

Which led me to going back to my room and taking a nap.

After I got up, worried the children might be there and not wanting them to see me, but still needing to speak to Apollo, I went in search of him. Surrept.i.tiously I left my room, careful not to turn corners or enter rooms if I heard anyone.

I didn't hear anyone but I did run into one of the maids who helped me that morning.

When I said, "Mr. Ulfr...here?" while pointing at the floor, she replied, shaking her head, "Monsieur Ulfr, non."

I put my fingers to my mouth and arched them out, asking, "Does anyone here speak English?"

A head tilt and then, "Je suis desolee. Je ne comprends pas."

I guessed at what that meant (or some of it) and nodded.

She smiled and took off.

I watched her go, wondering at her reaction to me, as in, she had none. She was friendly but that was it.

This made me wonder if Apollo had told them about me, if everyone knew about this parallel universe, or if they'd never met the other Ilsa.

I put that on my list of things to ask Apollo in the short time he'd told me I'd have to ask questions.

Though, I was hoping I could talk him into a longer session since I had a lot of questions, they were all important and it was difficult to prioritize them.

Dinner was as delicious as lunch, if far more heavy, and after it ended and time went on, dusk fell and he nor the children returned, I started to get antsy.

Then panicked.

I was in a different world, wearing different clothes I wasn't used to (and I wasn't letting my mind go to the possibility they were the other me's), no shoes and I couldn't communicate with anyone around me.

The only person I knew, I didn't really know and he'd been weird with me that morning. The only other person I knew had disappeared.

I'd spent three years on the run and hiding. Being careful of every move I made, every person I met, keeping track of every lie I told, always looking over my shoulder, never letting my guard down.

Valentine told me I was safe here. And there were beautiful things, good food and great beauty here.

But having that hurried, borderline unfriendly chat with Apollo this morning and then nothing, I wasn't feeling all that safe here.

On that thought, I heard what sounded like horse's hooves beating on stone and my heart slid up into my throat.

This was for a variety of reasons.

One was there were horse's hooves on stone. I was getting the sense that this universe was not as advanced as ours and all evidence was suggesting this was very true.

Two was this might herald Apollo being home which might mean Christophe and elan were with him and I suddenly didn't want to meet Christophe and elan, not by mistake, not at all.

Not now.

Not ever.

I was sitting in a chair in the library, looking through a picture book that had pretty enough pictures but captions in another language when I heard boots coming down the hall.

Setting the book aside, I stood and faced the door, pulling in a deep breath, turning my head this way and that looking for escape.

There was one door and the boots were approaching it.

But my deep breathing didn't work this time. My heart swelled in my throat, cutting off my breath.

I heard one set of boots but the children still might be with him.

His children.

His children with Ilsa.

His children that could have been mine.

He strode through the door, his dark brown cape flying behind him. He took six steps in and stopped, his cape swaying forward, enveloping him briefly as if it was a living thing giving him an embrace, before it settled.

His eyes roamed me top to toe swiftly then they locked on mine and he announced, "I've left the children at the house in Benies. Since they're prepared to travel and you must wait for your garments to be completed, and"-he threw out a hand- "anything else you need to acquire, they will be away by s.h.i.+p tomorrow and I'll be with them. I've men in Benies. They're trained, talented, loyal and trustworthy. They will arrive in the morning and when you're ready, they'll take you through Fleuridia and the Vale, you'll board a s.h.i.+p there and sail the rest of the way to Lunwyn under their guard."

I would?

Alas, I thought this question. I did not ask it out loud nor did I say anything fast enough to get it in before he went on.

"Now, do you have any questions?" he asked.

Did I have any questions?

Was he insane?

"Well...yes," I answered then all the questions I had crashed into my brain. There were a lot of them and I couldn't get a lock on a single one so I quit talking.

The impatience hit his handsome face.

"Ilsa, I have little time. I wish to be back to Benies before the children go to bed and it's an hour's ride."

I caught a thought and shared, "I...well, I have a slight problem. No one here understands me. I don't speak the language."

His head c.o.c.ked sharply to the side. "You don't speak Fleuridian?"

"Uh...no."

He righted his head and declared, "Valentine speaks Fleuridian."

She did?

It must be full on French then. Or she spent a lot of time here.

"Well, I don't," I replied.

His eyes flashed before he continued. "Ilsa's father was from Fleuridia. She was fluent in both Fleuridian and the language of the Vale."

I had no idea what he was talking about but I thought it important to cautiously and thoughtfully point something out.

So, gently, I said, "I'm not her."

His eyes swept me again before locking on mine, whereupon he stated roughly, "This, I know," in a way that felt not-so-vaguely like an insult.

It was so not-so-vaguely that in delivering that line, it felt like he'd delivered a blow.

A blow that made my head twitch but he either didn't catch it or decided to ignore it and he kept talking.

"This matters not. My men speak the language of the Vale which is spoken throughout the Northlands, except in Fleuridia."

"Oh...well, okay," I murmured.

"You have other questions?" he prompted, raising a dark, thick eyebrow, every line of his body indicating he wanted to be anywhere but there.

"About a million of them," I told him and he pulled in a sharp, annoyed breath through his nostrils.

"I don't have time for a million questions, Ilsa," he stated.

I took a step toward him and stopped, but lifted a hand. "Apollo, I'm kind of at a loss here. Your world is not like my world, like, in any way. Sure, we have tuna and you have tuna-"

Another sharp c.o.c.k of the head accompanied by his brows snapping together and he cut me off to ask, "Tuna?"

Right, they didn't call it tuna.

Moving on.

I lifted my hand higher and circled it, "It doesn't matter. What I'm saying is, things are very different here and I've been thrown in the deep end-"

Another brow draw but this one was ominous.

"You'd have me send my children on a journey such as this without me accompanying them?"

"No," I replied quickly. "But just pointing out, I don't know what kind of journey that is seeing as I don't know anything."

He jerked up his chin and said, "I will talk with my men. They'll explain things to you."

"But-"

"You'll be safe with them."

"Okay, but-"

"And I'll have time to explain things to the children, prepare them for your arrival."

"And that would be-"

"Now, if there's nothing more," he stated, his body moving as if he was preparing to leave.

Yes.

He was barely letting me get a word in edgewise and preparing to leave!

So much for Valentine saying he wouldn't want to be separated from me.

I took two more quick steps toward him, calling swiftly, "Wait!"

He settled but he didn't look happy about it.

"Ilsa-"

"You can't just bring me here and then leave me here."

"You'd rather be with a man who kicks you?" he asked curtly.

"No, of course not. That's not what I'm-"

"You're safe from him here. You'll be safe from what's happening here with my men. Then you'll be home with the children and you can settle."

Oh s.h.i.+t.

"Maybe we can talk about that," I hurried to say.

"We shall. I'll meet your sleigh in the village outside my estate and we'll have a discussion before you meet the children."

My sleigh?

"Now, I'm away," he murmured, turning to leave, his cape swinging out behind him and it was cool, that cape and how it moved with him, and weirdly hot at the same time.

But I couldn't think about how cool and hot his cape was because I was beginning to lose my temper.

"Apollo!" I cried, taking two more steps toward him.

But he turned back, his cape wrapping around him, his eyes leveling on me.

When I saw what was in his eyes, I quit moving, quit talking and stared.

He didn't stare.

He spoke.

And when he did, his voice was a low, angry rumble that felt like it shook the room.

"You know of her and yet you seem not to understand how difficult this is for me."

I was following, but I wasn't.