On her left walked Lady Valerius, hair swept back, navy and immaculate, her sharp eyes finding Zaeryn at the chamber door before she had finished crossing the distance to him.
The three of them stopped a few paces away.
Lysara's sharp, analytical eyes swept across the room, locking onto Zaeryn the instant she spotted him. A faint, almost imperceptible nod of approval crossed her features.
"You're here. Good," Lysara said, her voice carrying that effortless, unquestioned military authority. She paused before the threshold, her gaze shifting to the two women who had escorted him. "Arya, Mireille. Thank you. You are dismissed to your postings."
"Understood, High Commander," Mireille responded. Without another word, the two turned on their heels and walked back down the corridor, their duties fulfilled.
