With anyone else, Circe would have sensed the tension and pounced. The loose grip of her fingers, the way her eyes wandered—it should have been obvious.
But this was Priya, immune to her charms and always with her nose in a book.
Priya, who Circe had always nudged a little toward Arjun, always gently but always unsuccessfully.
It just made so much sense to her, that those two should be together, the bookworms she left behind, the ones she couldn't have who couldn't have her. She didn't push, didn't believe that it was fate or that their sparks were obvious; it was only that it would be convenient, that she could be forever the third wheel, her presence appreciated but not required.
"And when has pretty Priya ever been amenable to being loved?" she teased, holding the book out of her reach.
"I can read," she said, a touch defensively. She opened the book to a random page, opened her mouth, then shut it again. She narrowed her eyes at alchemical symbols and equations. She turned the pages a few more times, finding only dense theory for her trouble. "I thought I could read," she corrected. "You'll need to get something better than this if you're going to read to me," she said. "We can ask the King for recommendations. Something with adventure and romance."
But this was Priya, immune to her charms and always with her nose in a book.
Priya, who Circe had always nudged a little toward Arjun, always gently but always unsuccessfully.
It just made so much sense to her, that those two should be together, the bookworms she left behind, the ones she couldn't have who couldn't have her. She didn't push, didn't believe that it was fate or that their sparks were obvious; it was only that it would be convenient, that she could be forever the third wheel, her presence appreciated but not required.
"And when has pretty Priya ever been amenable to being loved?" she teased, holding the book out of her reach.
"I can read," she said, a touch defensively. She opened the book to a random page, opened her mouth, then shut it again. She narrowed her eyes at alchemical symbols and equations. She turned the pages a few more times, finding only dense theory for her trouble. "I thought I could read," she corrected. "You'll need to get something better than this if you're going to read to me," she said. "We can ask the King for recommendations. Something with adventure and romance."
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