The sun had already started to set when Elira found herself walking to Elias’s chambers, her heart beating faster with every step. She didn’t send word, she couldn’t. If she had paused too long to think, she might’ve talked herself out of it.
The conversation she overheard that afternoon still echoed in her head. The name Eryndor. It didn’t just sound familiar, it had felt familiar. Like a thread pulling at something buried deep inside her.
She stopped in front of his chamber door, took a deep breath in, exhaled and then she knocked.
It opened quickly.
“Elira,” Elias said, surprise softening his sharp features. “You didn’t send a message. Everything alright?” he asked
“I needed to speak with you,” she said, her voice a little quieter than she have expected. “It’s important.” she added
