Gwen
Marrita, my sister, chose to visit, and I wasn't the slightest bit displeased. I made sure the servants laid out a generous spread of food in front of her, more than enough for three people, and we both quickly devoured it with little regard for manners.
Neither of us paid attention to the leftovers as we moved toward the tall balcony, the cool evening breeze brushing lightly against our skin. We sat side by side, each with a glass of wine in hand, the city stretching far below us, before finally settling into conversation.
I had already ensured that the guards and servants had been dismissed. No one lingered nearby, and no curious ears remained. We were utterly alone.
