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00:00The snow arrived before the pain. Maren noticed it that way; first the cold, seeping in through
00:06The seams of the coat, as if she knew exactly where it was tightest, and then the knee, which was
00:11He struck her without warning on the third stone step, leaving her with her palms on the ground and the
00:16breath
00:16split in two. Three days since he crossed the border into Asban territory, three days without
00:22to really sleep, without eating anything other than a squashed cereal bar he found in the
00:27coat pocket, without looking back because looking back was too difficult. He hadn't looked back.
00:32Behind her. The bars were in front of her. Black iron, tall as trees, with a design on the
00:39The upper part was not ornamental. It was a warning. Behind them, a structure that
00:46It couldn't honestly be called a house. Gray stone, towers that disappeared into the mist, windows that
00:52They didn't project light, they absorbed it. He didn't care. He raised his fist and struck the iron.
00:58cold because the doorbell, if it existed, couldn't be found, and the sound it made resonated like something pleading
01:05Apologies for existing. Once, twice, the baby moved. It was still a strange sensation. That,
01:13Something kicked from within, as if to remind her that she wasn't completely alone in this body, even though
01:19Sometimes she felt that way. Four months. Long enough for it to be noticeable if she wore tight clothes.
01:26enough for Alpha Coulton to see it one morning and say what he said in that flat voice that
01:31He kept it for when something was no longer useful to him. No pack raises another man's child.
01:37Asterisk didn't even look up from the map when he said it. Maren hit the iron a third time,
01:43Louder, and this time the gates opened without anyone touching them. Not inwards. Outwards
01:50sides. Slowly, as if they had been waiting for him the whole time. There was a man at
01:56On the other side. No. Wait. That wasn't exactly right. It was something that took the form of a man.
02:02with the same indifference with which a king wears a crown. Because it belongs to him, not because he wants it.
02:08I need it. Stop. Be careful. The kind of stillness that is not the absence of movement but the decision not to.
02:15moving, which is completely different. Dark in clothing, in eyes, in all the quality that radiated
02:21without doing anything about it. I looked at her the way one looks at something that has taken a long time to arrive and that one
02:27there was
02:27She stopped waiting without completely ceasing to wait. Maren stood up. It was difficult. I need. She began. And
02:35She had to stop because her voice came out more broken than she would have liked, and that was the last thing she needed.
02:40Now it was time to show it. Just for one night. I'm not a threat. Just. I know. He said. Two
02:47Words. That was all the analysis that was needed, it seemed. He turned and began walking toward the
02:53He went inside without checking if she was following him. Behind him, in the darkness of the doorway, two appeared.
03:00Figures that were not human, or that were human in the same way that he was. With conditions.
03:06They looked at Maren. They looked at the man walking by. They said nothing. Maren went inside. The heat hit her.
03:13before I could prepare for it. Real heat. The kind that rises from chimneys and seeps into
03:18The bones. Not the dry, artificial heat she knew from the pack's shelters where she always
03:24There was an implicit price in every degree of temperature. This one was different. This one was simply
03:30heat. He followed the man down a stone corridor lit by candles that didn't flicker, though not
03:35There was a reason they were so still. He walked ahead. He didn't look back to check.
03:42He walked by. He didn't ask her name. He didn't ask her where she came from or how many days she'd been wearing those clothes.
03:49Nor because he had a split lip. It was a question people usually asked obliquely.
03:54which Maren had learned to deactivate before it had even finished forming. She didn't ask anything.
04:00At the end of the hallway was a small room. A bed with white sheets. A lit fireplace.
04:06A table with a covered tray. He paused in the doorway and gestured minimally toward the tray.
04:13Come, Dillo. Maren looked at the tray. She looked at the man. She waited for the condition. She knew it. Always.
04:20It arrived after the offering. The but. The in exchange for. The later you owe me. The had
04:27heard in so many variations that I could identify the preparatory inflection.
04:32A slight change in tone preceded the demand. The man looked at her from the doorway.
04:36Without saying anything else, she left. The sound of her footsteps in the hallway gradually faded until
04:43disappear. The door wasn't locked from the inside. Maren checked it with her hand. Slowly. Without doing
04:50Noise. As if it were a casual movement. She didn't have a key. She sat up in bed because her knees wouldn't go any further.
04:57They were a bargaining chip. She uncovered the tray and found bread, hot broth, fruit, and a glass of...
05:04Water that no one had asked for in return for filling it. Eat. Outside. The snow continued to fall on
05:10The black towers. And Maren didn't know. While she emptied the bowl with both hands. That the man
05:16The person from the entrance had stopped at the end of the corridor and hadn't moved again until
05:21He heard the sound of the spoon against the porcelain. Chapter 2. Caution, the trap had to be in
05:27somewhere. The traps were always somewhere. Maren searched for it for four days with the
05:33the same systematic approach that he had learned to apply to any situation that seemed too stable.
05:38Testing the edges. Gently pushing on the points that gave way. Waiting for the moment when the ground
05:44She was sinking under the weight of the generosity she had received. She had learned that early on. People who offer
05:51Coats without an explicit price always have an implicit price that you discover later. When you already
05:56You have nowhere to go. The problem was that the floor wouldn't give way. The room was still hers. Nobody...
06:03He asked her to vacate. No one knocked on the door at inconvenient hours. The morning tray appeared
06:10before she woke up. Bread. Fruit. A cup of something hot that varied each day as if someone
06:17She was deciding based on something she couldn't see. And they left the tray of the evening for her.
06:22He stood unannounced by the door. There was no one waiting for anything in the hallways. The man. Whose name
06:28He discovered it on the second day through a side note from one of the servants. Whose. They called him. Without
06:35Title. No explanation. Just the name as if that were enough. It appeared three times in those four
06:41days. Once at the end of the corridor when she passed by on her way to the library. That they had told her that
06:47She could use it as if nothing was wrong. Once in the main room. With her back to her. Checking something on a table
06:54of
06:54Maps. Once again on the night of the third day. Standing by the window of the large room
07:00Facing north. Motionless. Looking outside. Not once did he speak to her first. All three times
07:07He waited to see if she would do it or not. The first time. She said nothing, and he felt it.
07:13with the
07:13She nodded as if that were a complete answer and continued on her way. The second. She asked if the library
07:20He had maps of the region. And he answered yes. On the third shelf from the left. And he didn't
07:26She asked what he wanted them for. The third time. Mare didn't know he was there until she entered the
07:31large room and found him by the window and had to do the work of not taking a step
07:36back.
07:37He turned around. He looked at her the same way he had looked at her the first night behind bars. Like
07:42something
07:42that he was there and that for some reason he wasn't surprised. Dormist? Ask him. It was a question.
07:49Strange. It wasn't "Are you okay?" or "What do you need?" or any of the questions that come with it.
07:55A debt reminder. That's all it was. A verification of a specific fact. Something. He said
08:01Maren. He nodded. The back room has smaller windows, he said. If the light bothers you.
08:09I can have it prepared. That's fine. She nodded again. She continued looking out the window. Maren remained
08:16Standing on the threshold, unsure whether to leave or stay, she left because staying required
08:21I didn't understand exactly what was happening, and at that moment I didn't have the resources for that.
08:27On the fifth day, she found folded clothes on the chair in her room. They weren't her clothes. They were new. Made of fabric.
08:34Dark and soft. In her size. With buttons that were easy to open because someone had thought or noticed
08:41That fingers don't always obey when they're cold. Next to it, a pair of boots. Their size.
08:48Maren stared at them for a long time. The candle on the bedside table had four jars of dried wax in it.
08:54base. She counted them. She counted them again. She got dressed. That afternoon, in the library, she found that
09:02Someone had left a botany book open on the table with a page marked about plants that
09:07They relieved morning sickness during pregnancy. There was no note. There was no indication of who gave it to them.
09:13She had left it there. Maren sat down with the book and read it cover to cover. And she didn't say anything to anyone about it.
09:18which
09:19That's how she felt because she was speechless. Or perhaps she was, but the words were too many.
09:24dangerous to use yet. Chapter 3. Connection was the map that broke something. Maren was carrying a
09:31week using the library. She had established a system without anyone asking her to. Tomorrow
09:37with botany books and atlases. Afternoons strolling around the inner perimeter of the castle to a
09:42rhythm that the pack doctor. When he still had a doctor, he had told him it was good. Nights with the
09:48The fireplace was lit and the door was ajar because closing it completely was still difficult for her. It was a life
09:53Strange. Or nothing. No surprises. That part made her nervous more than anything. The map she was looking for was the
10:01of the northern territories. Those that lay beyond the border to Svane. Those that did not belong
10:07to no named pack. Those who were theoretically free. I had heard about them when I was younger
10:13Young man. Before they coult. Before he learns what he learned about the conditions to come.
10:19clinging to words that seem simple. She thought that perhaps, if the baby was born and some time passed,
10:25"They could be. They're not on that shelf," Caius said from the doorway. Maren wasn't startled. She barely reacted.
10:32She was startled. She had learned in six days that he was silent in a way that wasn't threatening.
10:38but nature. Like cats, they are silent with no intention of scaring anyone. Where are they?
10:44She crossed the library unhurriedly. She took a leather tube from the side cabinet that she hadn't opened.
10:50He placed it on the large table and unfolded it. The map was old. One of those with corrections.
10:56Hand on the margins. The ones someone actually used instead of just hanging them up. The territories
11:02The free ones from the north are here. He pointed. But the winter pass closes in six weeks. Maren looked at him.
11:09He looked at the map. I know. Silence. Caius didn't move. He was standing on the other side of the table. Looking
11:16the map
11:17too. And something about the stillness of that moment had a different weight than in the previous days. As if
11:23they had reached a point where silence was no longer neutral, but carried something that none
11:28Of the two, he had still not named. Why the free territories? Ask him. For
11:34"Not to depend on anyone," Maren said. And then, because it had already been said and it didn't make sense to say it halfway.
11:41Baby's going to need a place where no one tells her her worth based on who she belongs to. Caius didn't reply
11:46of
11:46He looked at the map immediately. His hands rested on the table. Still. As always.
11:53There were her hands. Maren had noticed that. That she never gestured when she spoke. That her
11:59The movements were always precise. Never too much. Like someone who's been calculating for a long time.
12:05The effect of his actions is something he no longer needs to think about. Free territories have no winter.
12:11"Softly," she said. "And they don't have the resources for midwives." "I know." And yet, Maren looked up from the map.
12:19Do you have a better proposal? Something on the face of change. It was subtle. One of those changes that are only visible.
12:25If you've been watching someone long enough without them knowing. A slight loosening of the line
12:31of the jaw. Something that in a different man would have been called almost a smile. Asterisk you,
12:37He said. We've been under the same roof for a week. Maren looked at him. "You," he repeated. "If you..."
12:44You prefer. It was such a small thing. A pronoun correction. Nothing more. Maren took care of rolling it up
12:52The edge of the map was lifting due to the cold air coming from the window. Pressing it with the
12:57Thumb. Looking at the line of the northern rivers that froze up to three meters deep in winter.
13:02depth. He left the map unfolded when he left. That night, Maren was reviewing the atlas of
13:08midwifery supplies I'd found that same day on the third shelf. There, as if there had always been
13:14I've been there. When I heard footsteps in the hallway and then nothing. And then the faint sound of something
13:20It was placed on the floor in front of her door. She opened it. It was a cup of something hot. No note.
13:26With no one in the hallway, Maren took it with both hands. The cup was thick ceramic. Dark. From
13:34The kind that retains heat for a long time. And Maren stood on the threshold, drinking slowly without
13:39Letting go of the door. Looking down the empty hallway. Thinking about the map he had left unfolded.
13:44on the table as if she were going to use it again. She used it again the next day. He was
13:50He was new to the library when he arrived. He didn't say anything about it. He took a chair at the other end of the table.
13:56And he opened a book that wasn't the map. And Maren opened the atlas and they worked in silence for two
14:02hours. And the silence was completely different from the previous days. Maren didn't know when
14:08It changed. All he knew was that, at some point during those two hours, he had stopped calculating the distance to the
14:14door. Chapter 4. Threat. They arrived before dawn. Maren heard them first. Footsteps in the
14:22snow. Too many to be one. Too coordinated to be accidental. He woke up with his heart already in
14:29march before the sound had a name. What was a learned reflex from years in which
14:34The coordinated footsteps in the dark meant only one thing. She sat on the bed. She put on her...
14:40boots. He walked over to the window and looked outside. Five figures on the outer perimeter, next to the
14:47Bars. Three more along the access road. And in the center, recognizable even from that distance. Even from
14:54night, even three weeks after leaving him behind, the silhouette of Koulten Asbane, who
15:00He walked as if the ground he trod already belonged to him. His first instinct was the same as always.
15:06The bag. The back door. Run. She was halfway to the door when he opened it from the outside.
15:13Caius. He wasn't looking at her. He was looking out the window. And there was something about his face that Maren never
15:19I had seen it before in those days. Not anger. That would be too hot for what it was. It was something
15:26Colder. A decision already made. The kind that doesn't require debate because the person making it doesn't need to.
15:32"No one should agree. Stay here," she said. "They're from the Asbane pack," Maren began. "They're coming for..."
15:40I know who they are. She looked at him. He looked at her. Stay here. He repeated. And it wasn't a
15:47This time it was a request, but it wasn't what Maren had heard from Koulten's voice when she used
15:52That tone. There was nothing there that had to do with her. It was simply the tone of someone who is going
15:58He needs to sort something out and doesn't want her in the way while he's working it out. He left. Maren didn't...
16:03He stayed where they told him to. He went down to the lower floor by the side staircase he had found the first time.
16:09week and positioned herself behind the gallery overlooking the entrance courtyard, where she could see without being seen.
16:15The eight figures from outside had entered. Koulten was in the center of the courtyard, in that pose.
16:21which Maren knew well. Her legs slightly apart, her head raised, the type of language
16:28Body language that says "I am bigger than this space" even when it isn't. We know it's here.
16:34Koulten said. The woman and the pregnancy. Give her back and there's no problem between the pack and the king.
16:40Koulten was at the other end of the courtyard. Maren hadn't seen him get there. There was no
16:46I heard their footsteps. I was simply there, standing in the darkness at the edge of where they arrived
16:51the torches, and the difference between the two men at that moment was as clear as the
16:56The difference between a river in summer and a river in January. No problem? Koulten said. His voice was
17:03Perfectly flat. The kind of voice that doesn't need to be raised to fill the space.
17:09"None?" Koulten said. "It's an internal pack matter. She is." "No," Caius said. Silence. "She is."
17:18Under my protection. He continued. The child too. That doesn't change. Koulton Hugh. It was the laugh he used
17:25when he wanted to communicate that something seemed absurd to him and he was the only one who understood.
17:30Reasonable to notice. You're not his pack. You're not his mate. What right do they have? Caius moved. Maren
17:37He didn't know exactly what happened in the next few seconds because it was too much to follow.
17:42real time. He only saw the result. Which was Koulten with his back against the stone wall and his hand
17:48Caius's throat. Not squeezing. Just there. And the eight figures of the Asbane pack that didn't
17:54They moved. And the total silence that filled the courtyard like water filling a bowl. By this right,
18:00Caius said. "It's not yours." He let go. He took a step back. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve.
18:07with a
18:08This gesture was almost boring, and he returned to his previous position as if the patio were his because he
18:13was.
18:14"Out of my territory," he said. "The two of you or the eight of you. Whichever you prefer." Colton hesitated for a moment. Then he
18:21It was. The eight of them left. Maren didn't know how long she stood behind the gallery afterward.
18:27The sound of footsteps in the snow disappeared. The cold air from the courtyard seeped in through the windows.
18:33gallery. His hands ached from being pressed against the marble of the balustrade. Caius was
18:39He was looking at the closed gates when he looked up and saw her. He said nothing about her not having...
18:45He stayed where she told him to. He didn't say anything at all. He just looked up at her. From the cold courtyard. And Maren
18:52She realized it. With the clarity of something she had always known but hadn't wanted to verify. That in
18:58At no point during everything that had happened had she been afraid for herself. She had been afraid for
19:03He looked down. He stared at his own hands on the marble. He opened them slowly, finger by finger. Up,
19:11In the corridor, a clock ticked without anyone asking it to. Chapter 5.
19:18The bag was still made. She had prepared it on the second day. A habit so old that she had
19:24Done without thinking. Clothes. The midwifery atlas. The three maps of the north. The small amount of
19:31The money she had left wrapped in a handkerchief. All together. All ready. All inside the bag that
19:37It was under the bed, with the same patience with which one stores something one doesn't want to need.
19:42The morning after Coulton's visit, Maren woke up and looked at him. Outside,
19:47The snow had stopped. The sky had that flat white color of January days that offers no promise.
19:53Nothing, but nothing threatening either. Through the window I could see the access road was already clear of footprints.
19:59as if the night had erased everything that had happened within him. He went to have breakfast. The kitchen was
20:05It was empty at that hour except for the housekeeper, Yld, who was a woman of few words and movements.
20:12Exactly what Maren had come to understand as something akin to the castle stone. Always
20:17There, without asking why. Yld pointed to the small table in the back and Maren sat down.
20:23And he ate bread with butter and a pear that someone had already peeled. And the baby moved twice.
20:29While she was eating. And Maren placed her hand on her lower belly without thinking, just as a response.
20:35Caius was in the hallway when she came out. Not waiting for her. That wasn't what it was. He was
20:41on his way somewhere else, with papers in his hand, with that posture of someone who has three matters to attend to
20:46unresolved and goes to the room. He stopped when he saw her. How are you? he said. It wasn't exactly a
20:53Question. It was more like an inventory. Okay, Maren said. Silence. He looked at the papers in his hand like
21:00Remembering that he had them. Then he looked at her. There's a doctor in town who works with pregnant women.
21:06High risk. He said. If you want me to bring him, he can come this week. High risk. It was the first
21:13It's the first time someone has used that phrase about their pregnancy without it being used against them. It's not...
21:19"High risk," Maren said. "You're four months pregnant. You're underweight and you traveled for three days in winter," he said.
21:26No inflection. Just the facts. By my standard, that qualifies. Maren looked at him. Something in her chest made
21:34A complicated thing. Like a mechanism that's been stuck for a long time and that someone has
21:40Applied. For the first time, the right kind of pressure. Good, she said. He nodded. He left for the
21:47hallway with her papers. Maren returned to her room. She took her bag from under the bed and put it down
21:53about the
21:54quilt. She opened it. She took out the midwifery atlas and placed it on the bedside table. She took out the maps of the north and
22:00the
22:00He took them to the library and returned them to the side cabinet where Caius had put them. He went back to
22:06her room. She folded the clothes that were inside the bag and put them in the wardrobe drawer with the
22:11The rest of the clothes they had brought her. She left her empty bag on the floor of the closet. She didn't
22:17He threw it. That's it.
22:18It would be too much. But he left it empty. That afternoon, Caius was in the library when she arrived. He
22:25She looked up. She took the midwifery atlas from the bedside table and sat down in her usual chair.
22:30He
22:31She went back to her papers. They worked in silence for a long time. Do you have a name for him?
22:37Caius asked, without looking up. "For her," Maren said. A pause. "Do you have a name for her?"
22:44Not yet. Silence. There's a book of names on the third shelf. He said. If that helps.
22:52Maren didn't answer. She went to the third shelf. She found the book. Thick. Old. With the
22:59margins filled with annotations in a handwriting he recognized as Caius's. And he brought it to the
23:04table. He opened it. There were names marked. Not many. Five or six throughout the book. Marked with a
23:12Small line in the margin. No comment. Like marking something you're considering and not discarding.
23:18She looked. She looked at Caius across the table. He was reading his papers and wasn't looking at her. Outside.
23:25The January sun was already setting. And the light that came through the windows had that color.
23:30A particular quality of winter afternoons, neither warm nor cold, but simply light. And Maren thought
23:36On the northern route. At the pass that was closing in six weeks. In the territories that were not dependent.
23:42Nobody's. She thought about the empty bag on the closet floor. She turned the page of the book. Seren. She said in
23:49Caius looked up. "It was my grandmother's name," Maren said. "I don't have any other."
23:55Argument in favor. He looked at her for a moment. That's argument enough. He said. He went back to his papers.
24:02Maren returned to her book. The fireplace made the sound fireplaces make when the wood is ready.
24:08Dry. A clean click. Effortless. The name book smelled of old paper and something that Maren
24:15He couldn't name it, but it had something to do with time. With all the hands that had held him.
24:20before theirs. Outside. The snow started again. Still. Without urgency. Like something that knows that
24:27She has all night. Maren didn't look out the window as if she were going to memorize what she saw.
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