Lux was astonished to find that it was possible to grow tired of his own reflection. He turned to Autumn, ignoring the perfectly amber ascot that made his hair gleam burnished gold. “You’re telling me we need to find the one mirror that does not reveal our splendidly coiffed selves?”
She sighed, tapping one red slippered foot and spinning slowly. The mirrors surrounding them flashed like sunset as they caught her red and gold gown.
The mirrors were endless, set at random—or at least it seemed so. Spaces between them only showed more distant mirrors, the ceiling a dull, distant grey that gave no sign of where they were in the chamber.
“I believe this was your brilliant idea.” Her eyes raked him through her eyelashes.
He shrugged. “I didn’t know your Grandmere would throw you in too. It seemed like an easy way to…”
Autumn gave a wry smile. “Get out of marrying me?”
He planted a palm on the closest mirror, obscuring his own face. “It seemed like a good idea, out there in the wilderness. I just wanted to infuriate the Empress.”
“Lux, are you saying you don’t want to marry me for my own charms?” She pressed a hand to her bosom and fluttered her eyelashes like a hummingbird.
He kept his face grave as he looked at their reflection. “If this foray into the Cave of Mirrors has taught me anything, it’s that we’re too pretty to be together.”
Her eyes became stars when she laughed. She slid her hand next to his on the mirror, blocking her own face. “What if we never looked in a mirror again?” Her thumb brushed his and a shock swept over the glass.
He blinked at the empty surface. “Did you just wish us away?”
She pulled back, and their reflections returned. He put his hand over hers and the glass cleared again.
He grinned, imagining the clear blue sky that awaited them. “I think we’ve found our door. You still have the key?”
Like what you read? Follow #flashfictionmagic and @sheriyutzyauthor on Instagram for more free stories!