Maybe it was not the brightest idea to consult Kaelyn, the hopelessly romantic space mage about her own tangled feelings toward Corvin. This was what Valyne kept telling herself as she sat alone in her chambers, head in her hands. The advice Kaelyn had woven into her mind was nothing short of disaster: scenes drenched in overblown passion, suggestions bordering on absurdity, and instructions that seemed better suited to a bawdy play than real life. The worst part? Valyne could not chase the images away. Each time one surfaced, her cheeks burned hotter, darkening to crimson.
Kaelyn needs professional help, she thought miserably, groaning into her palms. She jolted like a startled kitten when a knock came at her door.
"Come in," she managed, voice shaky.
A maid entered, bowing politely. "Magistra, you've been summoned by the master."
