I'm just not sure that Port's Mouth is everything about the Albionese plan." Louise rolled over, to stare up at the low ceiling. She rubbed her temples. "The transport ships aren't there."
"Well, maybe they're bringing the metal over from Cathay," Henrietta said reasonably. "Don't fret so much, Louise-Francoise."
It did make sense, but… no! Emperor Lee had said he had already sold it. "I'm just not sure."
"Even if they're planning something else, this will still help. It's an important supply depot and one of the major southern ports." She felt the sheets shift as Henrietta balled her hands into fists. "And I need to kill that bastard."
"Henrietta!" Louise said, shocked. She didn't expect that kind of language.
"No, it's the right word! He was one of the people who signed the death warrant, Louise-Francoise!" She wrapped her hands around Louise's face, making her stare at her. Her eyes were red and tears were already welling up. "It's not just a thing I pull out for speeches. Every day, every day I feel the hollow inside my heart where he should be! When I wake in the morning, I wish he was there beside me! If he were here, I wouldn't need to plunge into the darkest of magics because he would be at my side and we could reclaim both our kingdoms forever! This is not rhetoric, Louise-Francoise! This is love!"
Louise could barely breathe. This close, Henrietta's presence and regal will were intoxicating - and for all she said it was not rhetoric, she was lying. Louise had heard her practicing speeches. "He's dead," she managed.
"How dare you!"
"He is! Henrietta, he is dead and," her vision blurred, "and if the Albionese are pl-planning something awful for Tristain, that matters more!"
Henrietta sat up violently. "How can you say that?" she gasped. "I… you… you're my friend! Don't tell me you're betraying me too!"
The words burned. "Henrietta! I would never b-betray you!" Louise protested, sitting up herself.
"Everyone else has! My kingdom, my m-mother, everyone who said they were my friend! No one spoke in my favour! They just locked me up! Even my own mother!"
"Henrietta…"
"Don't just repeat my name!" She drew herself up, face red, tears running. "If I had to choose between him and Tristain, of c-course I would choose him! My sweet love made me feel free for once in my life! He never imprisoned me!"