That night, long after her maidens left, and the palace had quieted, Lillia lay curled in bed, swallowed by pillows and the dim glow of the moonlight filtering in through the closed curtains.
Sleep would not come.
Regaleon’s entrance into the arena replayed behind her closed eyes, the weight of his presence, his clash with General Garrett, Elder Ashbourne’s words.
And that look. The way his gaze slowly searched the crowd and settled on her made her stomach curl.
He never told her about the training, was he searching for her or had he already seen her beforehand?
Why was he staring?
Lillia turned with a restless sigh as memories of their exchange in the dining room flashed.
“Fenris… are you asleep?” She called softly into the night, and a presence warmed up to her voice.
Not yet.
