Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [502]
Today, the vote for king would occur.
Vin and Elend stood on the stage, nodding to the Assemblymen as they entered through the room’s side door. On the floor of the room, the benches were already growing crowded. The first few rows, as always, were seeded with guards.
“You look beautiful today,” Elend said, looking at Vin.
Vin shrugged. She had worn her white gown, a flowing garment with a few diaphanous layers on the top. Like the others, it was designed for mobility, and it matched Elend’s new outfits—especially with the dark embroidery on the sleeves. Her jewelry was gone, but she did have a few white wooden barrettes for her hair.
“It’s odd,” she said, “how quickly wearing these gowns became natural for me again.”
“I’m glad you made the switch,” Elend said. “The trousers and shirt are you…but this is you, too. The part of you I remember from the balls, when we barely knew each other.”
Vin smiled wistfully, looking up at him, the gathering crowd growing a bit more distant. “You never did dance with me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding her arm with a light touch. “We haven’t had much time for each other lately, have we?”
Vin shook her head.
“I’ll fix that,” Elend said. “Once this confusion is all through, once the throne is secure, we can get back to us.”
Vin nodded, then turned sharply as she noticed movement behind her. An Assemblyman walking across the stage.
“You’re jumpy,” Elend said, frowning slightly. “Even more than usual. What am I missing?”
Vin shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Elend greeted the Assemblyman—one of the skaa representatives—with a firm handshake. Vin stood at his side, her earlier wistfulness evaporating like mist as her mind returned to the moment. What is bothering me?
The room was packed—everyone wanted to witness the events of the day. Elend had been forced to post guards at the doors to maintain order. But, it wasn’t just the number of people that made her edgy. It was a sense of…wrongness to the event. People were gathering like carrion feeders to a rotting carcass.
“This isn’t right,” Vin said, holding Elend’s arm as the Assemblyman moved off. “Governments shouldn’t change hands based on arguments made from a lectern.”
“Just because it hasn’t happened that way in the past doesn’t mean it shouldn’t happen,” Elend said.
Vin shook her head. “Something is going to go wrong, Elend. Cett will surprise you, and maybe Penrod will, too. Men like them won’t sit still and let a vote decide their future.”
“I know,” Elend said. “But they aren’t the only ones who can offer up surprises.”
Vin looked at him quizzically. “You’re planning something?”
He paused, then glanced at her. “I…well, Ham and I came up with something last night. A ploy. I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you about it, but there just hasn’t been time. We had to move quickly.”
Vin frowned, sensing his apprehension. She started to say something, but then stopped, studying his eyes. He seemed a little embarrassed. “What?” she asked.
“Well…it kind of involves you, and your reputation. I was going to ask permission, but…”
Vin felt a slight chill. Behind them, the last Assemblyman took his seat, and Penrod stood up to conduct the meeting. He glanced toward Elend, clearing his throat.
Elend cursed quietly. “Look, I don’t have time to explain,” he said. “But, it’s really not a big deal—it might not even get me that many votes. But, well, I had to try. And it doesn’t change anything. Between us, I mean.”
“What?”
“Lord Venture?” Penrod said. “Are you ready for this meeting to begin?”
The hall grew quiet. Vin and Elend still stood in the center of the stage, between the lectern and the seats of the Assembly members. She looked at him, torn between a sense of dread, a sense of confusion, and a slight sense of betrayal.
Why didn’t you tell me? she thought. How can I be ready if you don’t tell me what you’re planning? And…why are you looking at me like that?
“I’m sorry,” Elend said, moving over to take his seat.
Vin remained standing alone before