Chapter 14
As I made my way to Duir’s chambers, a strange sense of foreboding haunted me. My pulse quickened with each step. The familiar had become strange. Even the sound of my boots upon the stone floors sounded ominous.
When I knocked upon Duir’s bedchamber, I was rewarded with not the shouts of many, but the resonating echo of Duir’s voice alone. I entered cautiously, aware of my surroundings. The room was dark save for the light streaming in through the large window overlooking the interior rose gardens. Duir stood at the window, his freshly shaved cheeks and stormy dark hair cut a dramatic, but handsome profile in the semi-darkness. One arm rose, found the support of the window and he rested the side of his face alongside it. He was dressed in an ivory shirt with wide sleeves that
