The night had settled over the capital, and the moon hung in the dark sky. Aeron and Varek were given quarters in the high royal chambers, far more lavish than anything he had known.
Varek had stepped out earlier to meet with Devic, leaving Aeron alone. Aeron went to the window and stared at the palace and the capital stretched far. The view was quite beautiful to him, unexpectedly so.
Just then, he heard a sound at the door, a faint knock or perhaps the creak of a hinge. He turned quickly toward the door. Before he could reach it, the handle shifted, and a figure slipped inside.
"Hey," came a familiar voice.
It was Nyella.
Aeron blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here? You should be resting. And your wound."
Nyella waved a hand dismissively as she stepped further into the room. "I'm fine. It's nothing."
"It was deep. I saw it myself," Aeron said, frowning.
