“I feel a lot better,” Caspian confirmed with a smile when Iris asked how he was doing. He’d caught the slight waver in her voice, so he wanted to assure her that he had almost fully recovered. His injuries had been severe, but the medicine in the capital was unmatched by any other countries on the continent, so even though only a week had gone by, he was practically healed. All that was left to remind him of the wounds were the slight ache in his leg that formed when he spent too much time walking on it and the white scars that were developing over the worst of his surface injuries. For the most part, he could scarcely tell that he’d been stabbed, shot and broken just recently.
As she went on to tell him about when she and Miles had been up to during the lockdown, he nodded along attentively, glad to hear that she had stayed busy. The one thing his friend was good at was providing distractions when times were hard. His chipper attitude and eagerness to take everyone’s minds off their troubles were appreciated by both himself and Jay. “Oh yeah?” he mused. “What games did you play?” He was also relieved that she was still gaining memories back. It may not have been much, but to him, it was a sign that she was still recovering from the head wound that had given her amnesia. Any progress she made toward recovering the person she had been before that night was important to him.
“We had a whole week, so I taught her a few different ones,” Miles answered. “Rummy, Hearts, Spades, Blackjack, even Go-Fish.” He glanced at her with a smirk and then scoffed when she accused him of cheating. “Whatever. If anyone has been cheating, it’s you. I’ve never lost at Rummy that many times in a row in my life! I know you’ve been pocketing aces, Iris. Don’t try to deny it.”
Watching the two banter as if they were old friends, Caspian felt another sting of envy that threatened to wipe the pleasant expression off his face. He wished he could have been the one to be locked up with Iris for a whole week. He’d had that much time with her when they had been in the districts, of course, but their time together hadn’t been all fun and games. They had been running for their lives from the rebellion. Absently, he leaned into his chair and folded his arms over his chest, struggling to mask his jealousy. He knew he shouldn’t be upset. It had been his idea to hide her with Miles when she’d left the hospital, after all. To be frustrated that the two had bonded would have been hypocritical. Yet he couldn’t help himself. Insecurity bubbled up inside of him, and he remarked flippantly, “I believe her. You know you don’t always play fair, Miles.”
His friend turned toward him with a frown, catching the subtle passive-aggressive tone of his voice but not understanding what had provoked it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Inwardly, Cas cringed, knowing he was letting his emotions get the best of him again. Miles didn’t deserve that. Even if he had taken interest in Iris, it was because he didn’t know they were together. But are we still? He wondered suddenly, stricken with a flash of worry. Before the lockdown, he’d thought he and Iris were on the same page, but what if she had only fancied him because he was the only eligible man around? Now that she’d spent a week getting to know someone else, what if she’d decided she liked the other high born better? They had never talked about being exclusive with one another, so she’d had every right to explore other options while they were apart. He swallowed hard, wishing they could be alone so he could find out where her head was at now that she’d spent time with someone else.
“You’re safe now,” he confirmed in response to Iris’s question, dodging the one his friend had asked by latching onto the other subject. “I talked to the head of security about it… Jacob. He figured out that we were the ones who helped you escape, but he agreed not to say anything after I explained the whole situation to him. He said he would tell the soldiers that you were taken back to the districts already. I know him well, and I’m sure we can trust him to keep his word.”
“Wow,” Miles whistled. “That was lucky.” He turned back to Iris. “Looks like you’re in the clear, rebel girl.”
As she went on to tell him about when she and Miles had been up to during the lockdown, he nodded along attentively, glad to hear that she had stayed busy. The one thing his friend was good at was providing distractions when times were hard. His chipper attitude and eagerness to take everyone’s minds off their troubles were appreciated by both himself and Jay. “Oh yeah?” he mused. “What games did you play?” He was also relieved that she was still gaining memories back. It may not have been much, but to him, it was a sign that she was still recovering from the head wound that had given her amnesia. Any progress she made toward recovering the person she had been before that night was important to him.
“We had a whole week, so I taught her a few different ones,” Miles answered. “Rummy, Hearts, Spades, Blackjack, even Go-Fish.” He glanced at her with a smirk and then scoffed when she accused him of cheating. “Whatever. If anyone has been cheating, it’s you. I’ve never lost at Rummy that many times in a row in my life! I know you’ve been pocketing aces, Iris. Don’t try to deny it.”
Watching the two banter as if they were old friends, Caspian felt another sting of envy that threatened to wipe the pleasant expression off his face. He wished he could have been the one to be locked up with Iris for a whole week. He’d had that much time with her when they had been in the districts, of course, but their time together hadn’t been all fun and games. They had been running for their lives from the rebellion. Absently, he leaned into his chair and folded his arms over his chest, struggling to mask his jealousy. He knew he shouldn’t be upset. It had been his idea to hide her with Miles when she’d left the hospital, after all. To be frustrated that the two had bonded would have been hypocritical. Yet he couldn’t help himself. Insecurity bubbled up inside of him, and he remarked flippantly, “I believe her. You know you don’t always play fair, Miles.”
His friend turned toward him with a frown, catching the subtle passive-aggressive tone of his voice but not understanding what had provoked it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Inwardly, Cas cringed, knowing he was letting his emotions get the best of him again. Miles didn’t deserve that. Even if he had taken interest in Iris, it was because he didn’t know they were together. But are we still? He wondered suddenly, stricken with a flash of worry. Before the lockdown, he’d thought he and Iris were on the same page, but what if she had only fancied him because he was the only eligible man around? Now that she’d spent a week getting to know someone else, what if she’d decided she liked the other high born better? They had never talked about being exclusive with one another, so she’d had every right to explore other options while they were apart. He swallowed hard, wishing they could be alone so he could find out where her head was at now that she’d spent time with someone else.
“You’re safe now,” he confirmed in response to Iris’s question, dodging the one his friend had asked by latching onto the other subject. “I talked to the head of security about it… Jacob. He figured out that we were the ones who helped you escape, but he agreed not to say anything after I explained the whole situation to him. He said he would tell the soldiers that you were taken back to the districts already. I know him well, and I’m sure we can trust him to keep his word.”
“Wow,” Miles whistled. “That was lucky.” He turned back to Iris. “Looks like you’re in the clear, rebel girl.”