A favorite passage.
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Lucius stares out the salon window at the stellar transit center awaiting Aristides’ signal that the media is in place. The arrival ritual is familiar, but the transit center has grown. In the six years since he last entered Pinnacle City, his life has altered beyond imagining. Joy and sorrow at all that passed blends into a bittersweet brew.
A gentle hand touches his shoulder. “What troubles you?”
He wraps an arm around Lilian, holding her to his side. For all his conflicting emotions, the city holds naught but bright memories. Not so for Lilian. “It is naught.”
Her sigh is so soft he feels rather than hears it. Tilting his head, he finds her expression closed in the manner he detests. She will not press, but she is wounded by his silence. He feathers a kiss on her temple. “So much has altered since I was here last. It would be another month before the Discoverer IX reported the Thirteenth System. Elysia was but eleven, Cesare’s voice starting to crack, and Raphael a year from consent age.”
Lilian makes a soft sound, her fingers pressing his waist, her gray eyes filled with compassion. “And Lady Estella was well.”
“It was the Five Warriors’ Festival then. She had agreed to perform a series of Rimon ballads at the entertainments. It was the last time she performed.” His heart fills as he remembers Estella’s golden beauty, the splendor of her voice. “It was a joyous visit.”
“I am glad. For you, and your children, that this visit awakens bright echoes. Even with the Nightingale’s flight, the past year has held too much sorrow.”
He cups her face, finding naught of dissembling. No whisper that it troubles her that he loved, and to some degree yet loves, another. “You are untroubled that I yet grieve for her?”
Confusion, surprise, and then comprehension flicker through her gaze. “It troubles me that you sorrow, but not that you loved her and always will. Your capacity for powerful love is part of what draws me to you. I would not change it or you.”
Closing his eyes against emotion, he pulls her close, her pliant weight soothing the ache in his heart.