Knock!
A small knock echoed in the room.
A meek voice followed after that. "Akamir?"
Akamir stood up from his bed as he moved towards the door.
Without replying he opened the door only to freeze in the next moment.
Sephrina stood on the other side of the door holding her gaze back.
She wasn't in her regal emerald cloak or the gold-trimmed robes of an empress.
Instead she wore a plain black-and-white maid dress, the kind used by palace staff.
The simple cloth framed her like a strange disguise.
But nothing could dull the bright calm of her golden hair or the quiet strength in her eyes.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
The night air from the corridor drifted in.
"…Sephrina," Akamir said at last, his voice low. "What are you doing?"
She looked down, fingers tightening on the edge of her apron. "Can I come in?"
Akamir nodded gently as he made way for her.
As she moved in, he looked around and found no one else in the place.
'…What the hell is going on?'
