“Darling? It’s so cold tonight, do you think you could maybe-“
Her only answer was a shut door and a few tears dribbling down her cheeks. Acheo rarely spent any time with her any longer than was necessary for their public image, but even those meetings were undercut with ice. He was always stoic during their courtship, but never cruel. Not like he was now.
Ilosovic was a good friend to her, but he could only do so much. When she’d married, she believed she would have a companion, a partner to lean on when the other was weak. But all she had was an empty bed, an empty womb, and a quietly desperate coldness that threatened to overwhelm her.
Except of course, when she was with him.
She closed her eyes and fidgeted with a necklace before caressing the mirror in front of her, entering Lord Time’s realm once again. The first time was by accident – a combination of high emotion and high magic – but they two got along very well.
Perhaps too well. Even if Iracebeth was shut out from her husband, she loved him, and belonged to him. Except…
Whether she told herself or not, she loved Time even more. Neither said it – they weren’t even truly lovers. But their demeanor was as such, as though they’d known each other for centuries.