Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [215]
“Lady Valette Renoux,” a voice said. “I do believe that you’re late.”
Vin turned to see Elend lounging in an alcove to her left. She smiled, glancing down at the clock, noticing that it was indeed a few minutes past the time when she had promised to meet him. “I must be picking up bad habits from some friends of mine,” she said, stepping into the alcove.
“Now, see, I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Elend said, smiling. “Why, I’d say that it is a lady’s courtly duty to be a bit dilatory. It does gentlemen good to be forced to wait upon a woman’s whims—or, so my mother was always fond of telling me.”
“It sounds like she was a wise woman,” Vin said. The alcove was just large enough for two people standing sideways. She stood across from him, the balcony overhang a short distance to her left, a marvelous lavender window to her right, their feet nearly touching.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Elend said. “She married my father, after all.”
“Thereby joining the most powerful house in the Final Empire. You can’t do much better than that—though, I suppose she could have tried to marry the Lord Ruler. Last I knew, though, he wasn’t in the market for a wife.”
“Pity,” Elend said. “Maybe he’d look a little less depressed if there were a woman in his life.”
“I guess that would depend on the woman.” Vin glanced to the side as a small group of courtgoers strolled past. “You know, this isn’t exactly the most private location. People are giving us odd looks.”
“You’re the one who stepped in here with me,” Elend pointed out.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t thinking about the gossip we might start.”
“Let it start,” Elend said standing up straight.
“Because it will make your father angry?”
Elend shook his head. “I don’t care about that anymore, Valette.” Elend took a step forward, bringing them even closer together. Vin could feel his breath. He stood there for a moment before speaking. “I think I’m going to kiss you.”
Vin shivered slightly. “I don’t think you want to do that, Elend.”
“Why?”
“How much do you really know about me?”
“Not as much as I’d like to,” he said.
“Not as much as you need to, either,” Vin said, looking up into his eyes.
“So tell me,” he said.
“I can’t. Not right now.”
Elend stood for a moment, then nodded slightly and pulled away. He walked out onto the balcony walkway. “So, shall we go for a stroll, then?”
“Yes,” Vin said, relieved—yet just a bit disappointed as well.
“It’s for the best,” Elend said. “That alcove has absolutely terrible reading light.”
“Don’t you dare,” Vin said, eyeing the book in his pocket as she joined him on the walkway. “Read when you’re with someone else, not me.”
“But that’s how our relationship began!”
“And that’s how it could end too,” Vin said, taking his arm.
Elend smiled. They weren’t the only couple walking the balcony, and down below, other pairs spun slowly to the faint music.
It seems so peaceful. Yet, just a few days ago, many of these people stood and watched idly as women and children were beheaded.
She felt Elend’s arm, his warmth beside her. Kelsier said that he smiled so much because he felt he needed to take what joy he could in the world—to relish the moments of happiness that seemed so infrequent in the Final Empire. Strolling for a time beside Elend, Vin thought she was beginning to understand how Kelsier felt.
“Valette…” Elend said slowly.
“What?”
“I want you to leave Luthadel,” he said.
“What?”
He paused, turning to look at her. “I’ve thought about this a lot. You may not realize it, but the city is becoming dangerous. Very dangerous.”
“I know.”
“Then you know that a small house without allies has no place in the Central Dominance right now,” Elend said. “Your uncle was brave to come here and try to establish himself, but he chose the wrong time. I…I think things are going to get out of hand here very soon. When that happens, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“My uncle knows what he’s doing, Elend.”
“This