Nyra blinked, her bright green eyes widening slightly. She hadn't expected that question not from him. She'd known plenty of men who never cared enough to ask such a thing.
Did she like what she was doing?
It was a question she had often asked herself over the years, and one she had already answered long ago. "Yes. I like my books. I like this library." Her gaze met his. "Why do you ask?"
Kaedros shrugged. "I just think there aren't many people who actually enjoy what they do."
"You're right," Nyra admitted after a pause. "I always wanted a library of my own, and now I have one. It's not the only thing I enjoy, but it's the one I love the most."
"What else do you like?" he asked.
Her lips curved faintly. "War. Fighting. Blood. Leading my mercenary group." She gave a soft, wistful sigh. "Those were good times. Then I fought for the Sun and it only got better with every city we conquered."
"This… Sun. Is he your master?"
Nyra nodded. "Yes. He was."
