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I watched him go. I didn't try to stop him. Some pains are private, and no matter how often you talk about them or how much time has passed, they never go away. The death of Royal's wife was one of those things. But it also got me thinking, how did he get a wife? Why didn't the role of wife have some strange Traveller name or something? Royal, despite his wings, felt the most human of any Traveller I'd met. Maybe he'd spent a lot of time with humans and picked up some stuff.
I threw a few more logs on the fire so it would still be burning when Royal returned. He didn't need the light to guide him, he knew this land like the back of his hand, but the light of the fire would be welcoming.
My room had two large openings, which Royal affectionately called windows, but without glas
