Early morning.
The thin mist had not yet dissipated, carrying a hint of early winter's chill.
The dining hall was quiet, save for the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates.
Moonlight was curled up and fast asleep on the softest rug before the fireplace. Its ears twitched occasionally, and the snowy-white tip of its tail swept unconsciously across the floor.
Lightning was sprawled out beside it, sleeping on its back with its soft belly exposed, a faint rumble coming from its throat.
"My Lord."
The dining hall door was pushed open, and Alex strode in.
"Sit and talk."
Raylo lifted his chin, gesturing toward the empty seat across from him.
"Yes, my Lord."
Alex did not stand on ceremony. He pulled out the chair and sat down, but his back remained ramrod straight.
"There's news from Captain Ed."
Alex retrieved a wax-sealed letter from his coat and presented it with both hands.
