The castle flickered with the dark golden light of sparse candles. Most people slept earlier than usual because of the sudden news that Asmodeus would be leaving. However, in the inner keep, where Asmodeus and his women slept, the night was starting.
The mood in the great chamber wasn't one of despair, but of determination. The women who would stay behind had their duties, and the ones chosen to go north carried themselves with great pride.
Even so, no one wanted to sleep.
The air smelled faintly of oil lamps, flowers, and the warm musk of tired but eager women gathering close around their lord.
Velvet broke the silence first.
"So, husband, one last night together before you go risk your neck again. Shall we draw lots?" She smirked, leaning back against the wall, arms folded. The firelight gleamed against her sharp purple eyes and the lean muscle beneath her thin robe.
