The morning light slanted through the library windows, casting squares of gold across the mahogany table.
Alaric sat deliberately in its path, obsidian hair gleaming in the sunlight, crimson eyes focused as his pen moved steadily across parchment.
The Third Draconic Uprising resulted in the permanent closure of seven minor ley line intersections...
Then suddenly...
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. Light and measured.
He knew that rhythm by heart now, he had been listening it most of time.
Selene appeared in the doorway, wearing emerald silk dress matching her eyes, raven-black hair pinned in an elaborate style.
One pale hand rested against the frame as those sharp eyes swept the room.
Alaric didn't acknowledge her immediately. His pen continued its deliberate path, underlining 'permanent closure' with unnecessary force.
