Darius pov
I sat, keeping my expression calm despite my nervousness. Had someone told him I'd spent the night in Beatrice's room? Was he about to end the courtship?
"I've been thinking about your situation," Theron said, pouring two glasses of whiskey. "You're Beta of Ashthorn. That's not a position you can simply abandon."
"I know." I'd been thinking about the same thing. "I'll need to return there, at least to handle the transition if I'm going to relocate here permanently."
"What if you didn't have to relocate?" Theron handed me a glass. "What if there was a way for you to maintain your position at Ashthorn while being with Beatrice?"
I stared at him. "I don't understand."
"Wynterhold and Ashthorn are only a day's ride apart," he explained. "With proper planning, you could split
