Leontis took her words for coldness or pride, and his tone turned to pleading.
"Ismerie, do not speak so cruelly... I know I have failed you. The child is safe now. I would lay down every business, every duty, and go wherever you wish. You once always spoke of the northern snows, of the endless wilderness—"
Ismerie cut him off, her voice calm and sharp. "Leontis, do not presume to know what is in my heart."
In those clear, steady eyes, there was no trace left of the love or softness that had once belonged to him.
"Do you know what it costs for that child to draw breath? My own life, given in exchange. The moment he was born, we were even. Nothing remains owed between us."
Leontis swayed as though struck.
"But you stand here whole... unharmed..."
Ismerie gave a quiet, bitter laugh. "
