The rooftop of the castle was hushed that night, wrapped in the kind of stillness that makes the smallest sounds sharper. Rion had went inside his bedroom.
Lanterns glowed faintly along the railing, painting the stone floor in soft halos of light. From here, I could see the Undercity spread beneath me like a sea of scattered stars, its streets alive even in the dark.
A table and a pair of chairs had been placed near the edge, no doubt for those who enjoyed the view. I sat there, elbows on the table, my book resting closed in front of me.
When Rion finally emerged from the tower across the bridge, a small wooden box was tucked beneath his arm.
He crossed the bridge, and without asking, set the box down on the table. Then he took the seat beside me.
I tilted my head, studying him from the corner of my eye. "Is there some sort of special treasure in your bedroom, so you don't want anyone stepping foot inside?"
