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Chapter 1035: An Obscure and Wonderful Night

As a key figure of the Graycastle Weekly, Honey had informants essentially everywhere. Combined with Lorgar’s senses and Maggie’s aerial range, the castle’s olive grove functioned as her personal intelligence hub. Escaping her detection was not simple.

But that was the smaller problem.

Honey was also the social sun of this gathering. At the moment, the largest cluster of witches in the hall had accumulated around her: Mystery Moon and the other Detective Group members, Nightingale, Wendy, Scroll — and even Leaf, who appeared so infrequently these days, was there, speaking with Honey about something in a low voice.

Conceal the secrets you know, and keep others from knowing them.

Anna’s words moved through Sylvie as she drifted closer, and she was still turning them over when Leaf’s voice reached her:

“—what do you think of these birds? New species from the Misty Forest. Small, very fast. Bold enough to steal from a gray eagle’s nest. I thought they might be useful to you eventually, so I took a nest back.”

Two large kingfishers and a small one stood on Leaf’s shoulders, pressing their faces against her cheek with an intimacy that made them seem less like wild birds and more like old friends. They looked nothing like the bold scouts Honey had apparently just been describing.

“Thank you.” Honey accepted them with obvious delight. “I haven’t seen you properly in so long — you’ve become a real bird trainer.”

“They probably think I’m part of the forest,” Leaf said, smiling. Then she looked around the hall — at the lights, the crowd, the unfamiliar joy of it all — and something wistful moved across her face. “The changes here surprised me. More houses, and these strange new things — the magic film, the newspaper. If exploring deep forest weren’t equally wonderful, I might envy you.”

“You should come back more often,” Wendy said softly. “Everyone misses you.”

“I miss you too.” Leaf’s gaze dropped. “But the southeast edges of the Misty Forest are the only part under the Heart of Jungle’s reach. I have to stay integrated with it, grow with its consciousness — so I can control the whole forest before the war comes. There’s no time I can give away.”

“You’ve worked hard.” Scroll stroked her hair. “I’ll have Lightning bring you the new newspapers each week. You’ll know what’s happening in Neverwinter.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Mystery Moon announced, “but newspapers only print what everyone already knows. What I want are the secrets.” She turned to Honey. “If you find anything suspicious, please tell the Detective Group. We have the finest investigators. Every puzzle gets solved.”

The word secret hit Sylvie like a stone dropping into still water.

She asked too directly. How do I redirect this? Nightingale is right there. Wendy too. I can’t manage Mystery Moon and avoid their attention at the same time. I’ve failed you, Anna. I’ve tried my best—

“Oh, there are quite a few things,” Honey said, tilting her head.

Mystery Moon’s eyes lit like a child’s. “Such as—?”

I could pretend to faint. No. My acting is hopeless. Sorry, Anna.

“—although I’m curious, I’m not going to say.” Honey stuck out her tongue. “Especially not to His Majesty. Sister Wendy asked me not to — she said that no matter what anomaly I find, I report to her first.”

Mystery Moon swung toward Wendy. “That isn’t fair!”

Wendy coughed twice. “I think it will be safer for the Witch Union. For everyone, really.”

Sylvie let out a breath she had been holding for what felt like an hour.

Crisis averted.

I’ve kept the secret. Haven’t I?

She carried that question through the longest dinner party of her life.


After the banquet, Roland brought Anna back to the bedroom.

Someone had decorated it — candles and small flowers, a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. In that candlelight, Anna’s red-and-gold gown seemed to gather the dark around it as much as it reflected light, and she moved through the room with the same quiet authority she brought to everything.

Roland walked to her, lifted the bridal veil gently, brushed the fringe from her forehead, and looked into her eyes.

The look she returned ran deeper than he expected. Clear as a lake, and just as still at the surface.

“Say my name.”

“Anna?”

“My full name.”

“Anna Wimbledon.”

“Once more.”

“Anna Wimbledon.”

A pause. “Can you say it ten more times?”

Roland smiled. “As many times as you want.”

He said it quietly, close to her ear. She lowered her head, and color came into her face. “Is my request… a little strange?”

“A little.” He tapped the end of her nose. “You’ll grow tired of it eventually. You’re my wife, with or without the family name.”

Where he came from, marriage required no name change from either party, so the question had never carried much weight for him. He understood, though, why it carried weight for her.

“Even so, I feel complete this way.” She pressed one hand to her chest, just above her heart. “As if I’m no longer alone. That’s probably the point of any ceremony — whether wearing a crown or taking a name, people are acquiring a sense of themselves through the things attached from outside. The feeling between two people doesn’t need a ceremony to be real. But without that link, without that mark, a couple might carry a small persistent regret for the rest of their lives.”

He held her without answering.

Any word would have been wrong.

After a while, she said: “Roland. Can I ask you for something?”

He searched his memory. This was the first time she had ever asked.

“Of course.”

“I want the post of Minister of Industry.”

He blinked. “That’s not a problem at all, but why suddenly—”

“Because I’m only a common girl from a remote village.” She said it without apology or deflection. “Now I’m the queen of Graycastle. There will be people who resent it. Who look for reasons.”

“No one would dare say anything openly.”

“If everything has to be silenced by you, the suspicion only deepens.” She shook her head. “I can’t go on hiding behind you, only indulging my own interests. I want to do more. I want to give them nothing to accuse me of.”

From an unknown witch to a minister in charge of a whole department. Roland smiled despite himself. “I never intended to keep you in any narrow backyard.”

“As you wish, my dear.”

“Thank you for indulging my willfulness.” She rose onto her toes and pressed her lips lightly to his forehead. “And — you’ve always been curious about what Nightingale and I talked about that night, haven’t you?”

He paused. “I’d be lying if I said no. But I decided not to push.”

“It’s all right.” Her eyes curved with something warm. “It was an agreement. I’ve kept my end. Now.” She tilted her chin toward the bed. “Carry me.”

The candle went out in a line of Blackfire.

The curtain of night fell over their silhouettes like a thin veil.

What an obscure and wonderful night.

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