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A thought occurred to him. He glanced at Vin, then waved a servant over to him.
"My lord?" the man asked.
"I need you to fetch something for me," Elend said.
Vin was the center of attention. Women pandered to her, hung on her words, and looked to her as a model. They wanted to know news from Luthadel, to hear about fashion, politics, and events from the great city. They didnt reject her, or even seem to resent her.
The instant acceptance was the strangest thing Vin had ever experienced. She stood amid the women in their gowns and finery, and was foremost among them. She knew that it was just because of her power—yet, the women of this city seemed almost desperate to have someone to look to. An empress.
And Vin found herself enjoying it. There was a part of her that had craved this acceptance since the first day shed attended a ball. Shed spent that year being mistreated by most of the women of court—some had let her join with their company, but shed always been an insignificant country noblewoman with no connections or significance. It was a shallow thing, this acceptance, but sometimes even shallow things feel important. Plus, there was something else about it. As she smiled toward a newcomer—a young niece that one of the women wanted to meet Vin—Vin realized what it was.
This is part of me, she thought. I didnt want it to be—perhaps because I didnt believe that I deserved it. I found this life too different, too full of beauty and confidence. Yet, I am a noblewoman. I do fit in here.
I was born to the streets by one parent, but I was born to this by another.
Shed spent the first year of Elends reign trying so hard to protect him. Shed forced herself to focus only on her street side, the side that had been trained to be ruthless, for that, she thought, would give her the power to defend what she loved. Yet, Kelsier had shown her another way to be powerful. And, that power was connected with the nobility—with their intrigue, their beauty, and their clever schemes. Vin had taken almost immediately to life at court, and that had frightened her.
Thats it, she thought, smiling at another curtsying young girl. Thats why I always felt that this was wrong. I didnt have to work for it, so I couldnt believe that I deserved it.
Shed spent sixteen years on the streets—shed earned that 1side of her. Yet, it had taken her barely a month to adapt to noble life. It had seemed impossible to her that something that came so easily could be as important a part of herself as the years spent on the streets.
But it was.
I had to confront this, she realized. Tindwyl tried to make me do it, two years ago, but I wasnt ready.
She needed to prove to herself not only that she could move among the nobility, but that she belonged with them. Because that proved something much more important: that the love shed earned from Elend during those few early months wasnt based on a falsehood.
Its . . . true, Vin thought. I can be both. Why did it take me so long to figure it out?
"Excuse me, ladies," a voice said.
Vin smiled, turning as the women parted to make way for Elend. Several of the younger ones got dreamy expressions on their faces as they regarded Elend with his warriors body, his rugged beard, and his white imperial uniform. Vin suppressed a huff of annoyance. Shed loved him long before hed become dreamy.
"Ladies," Elend said to the women, "as Lady Vin herself will be quick to tell you, Im rather ill-mannered. That, in itself, would be a very small sin. Unfortunately, Im also quite unconcerned about my own disregard for propriety. So, therefore, Im going to steal my wife away from you all and selfishly monopolize her time. Id apologize, but thats not the sort of thing we barbarians do. "
With that, and with a smile, he held out his elbow to her. Vin smiled back, taking the arm and allowing him to lead her away from the pack of women.
"Thought you might want some room to breathe," Elend said. "I can only imagine how it must make you feel to be surrounded by a virtual army of puffballs. "
"I appreciate the rescue," Vin said, though it wasnt actually true. How was Elend to know that shed suddenly discovered that she fit in with those puffballs? Besides, just because they wore frills and makeup didnt mean they werent dangerous—shed learned that much easily her first few months. The thought distracted her such that she didnt notice where Elend was leading her until they were almost there.
When she did realize it, she stopped immediately, jerking Elend back. "The dance floor?" she asked.
"Indeed," he said.
"But, I havent danced in almost four years!"
"Neither have I," Elend said. He stepped closer. "But, it would be terrible to miss the opportunity. After all, we never did get to dance. "
It was true. Luthadel had gone into revolt before theyd gotten an opportunity to dance together, and after that, there hadnt been time for balls or frivolity. She knew Elend understood how much she missed not having had the chance. Hed asked her to dance on the first night when theyd met, and shed turned him down. She still felt as if shed given up some unique opportunity on that first evening.
And so, she let him lead her up onto the slightly raised dance floor. Couples whispered, and as the song ended, everyone else furtively departed the dance floor, leaving Vin and Elend alone—a figure in lines of white, and another in curves of black. Elend put an arm at her waist, turning her toward him, and Vin found herself traitorously nervous.
This is it, she thought, flaring pewter to keep from s1haking. Its finally happening. I finally get to dance with him!
At that moment—as the music began—Elend reached into his pocket and pulled out a book. He raised it with one hand, the other on her waist, and began to read.
Vins jaw dropped, then she whacked him on the arm. "What do you think youre doing?" she demanded as he shuffled through the dance steps, still holding his book. "Elend! Im trying to have a special moment here!"
He turned toward her, smiling with a terribly mischievous grin. "Well, I want to make that special moment as authentic as possible. I mean, you are dancing with me, after all. "
"For the first time!"
"All the more important to be certain that I make the right impression, Miss Valette!"
"Oh, for . . . Will you please just put the book away?"
Elend smiled more deeply, but slid the book back into his pocket, taking her hand and dancing with her in a more proper manner. Vin flushed as she saw the confused crowd standing around the dance floor. They obviously had no idea what to make of Elends behavior.
"You are a barbarian," Vin told him.
"A barbarian because I read books?" Elend said lightly. "Thats one that Ham will have a great time with. "
"Honestly," Vin said, "where did you even get a book here?"
"I had one of Yomens servants fetch it for me," Elend said. "From the keep library. I knew theyd have it—Trials of Monument is a rather famous work. "
Vin frowned. "Do I recognize that title?"
"It was the book that I was reading that night on the Venture balcony," Elend said. "The time we first met. "
"Why, Elend! Thats almost romantic—in a twisted Im going to make my wife want to kill me sort of way. "
"I thought youd appreciate it," he said, turning lightly.
"Youre in rare form tonight. I havent seen you like this for quite some time. "
"I know," he said, sighing. "To be honest, Vin, I feel a bit guilty. Im worried that I was too informal during my conversation with Yomen. Hes so stiff that my old instincts—the ones that always made me respond to people like him with mockery—came out. "
Vin let him lead the dance, looking up at him. "Youre just acting like yourself. Thats a good thing. "
"My old self didnt make a good king," Elend said.
"The things you learned about kingship didnt have to do with your personality, Elend," Vin said. "They had to do with other things—about confidence, and about decisiveness. You can have those things and s
till be yourself. "
Elend shook his head. "Im not sure I can. Certainly, tonight, I should have been more formal. I allowed the setting to make me lax. "
"No," Vin said firmly. "No, Im right about this, Elend. Youve been doing the exact thing I have. Youve been so determined to be a good king that youve let it squish who you really are. Our responsibilities shouldnt have to destroy us. "
"They havent destroyed you," he said, smiling behind his short beard.
"They nearly did," Vin said. "Elend, I ha1d to realize that I could be both people—the Mistborn of the streets and the woman of the court. I had to acknowledge that the new person Im becoming is a valid extension of who I am. But for you, its opposite! You have to realize that who you were is still a valid part of you. That person makes silly comments, and does things just to provoke a reaction. But, hes also lovable and kindhearted. You cant lose those things just because youre emperor. "
He got that look in his face, the thoughtful one, the one that meant he was going to argue. Then, however, he hesitated.
"Coming to this place," he said, looking at the beautiful windows and watching the nobility, "its reminded me of what I spent most of my life doing. Before I had to be a king. Even then, I was trying to do things my way—I went off and read during balls. But, I didnt do it away in the library, I did it in the ballroom. I didnt want to hide, I wanted to express discontent with my father, and reading was my way. "
"You were a good man, Elend," Vin said. "Not an idiot, as you now seem to think that you were. You were a little undirected, but still a good leader. You took control of Luthadel and stopped the skaa from committing a slaughter in their rebellion. "
"But then, the whole Penrod fiasco . . . "
"You had things to learn," Vin said. "Like I did. But, please dont become someone else, Elend. You can be both Elend the emperor and Elend the man. "
He smiled deeply, then pulled her close, pausing their dance. "Thank you," he said, then kissed her. She could tell that he hadnt made his decision yet—he still thought that he needed to be more of a hard warrior than a kind scholar. However, he was thinking. That was enough, at the moment.
Vin looked up into his eyes, and they returned to the dance. Neither spoke; they simply let the wonder of the moment hold them. It was a surreal experience for Vin. Their army was outside, the ash was falling perpetually, and the mists were killing people. Yet, inside this room of white marble and sparkling colors, she danced with the man she loved for the first time.
They both spun with the grace of Allomancy, stepping as if on the wind, moving as if made of mist. The room grew hushed, the nobility like a theater audience, watching some grand performance, not two people who hadnt danced in years. And yet, Vin knew it was wonderful, something that had rarely been seen. Most noble Mistborn couldnt afford to appear too graceful, lest they give away their secret powers.
Vin and Elend had no such inhibitions. They danced as if to make up for the four years lost, as if to throw their joy in the face of an apocalyptic world and a hostile city. The song began to wind down. Elend pulled her against him, and her tin let her feel his heartbeat so close. It was beating far more swiftly than a simple dance could account for.