When the door closed behind Captain Rocas, Eelura Kalad sighed. “I hope we are making the right decision, Akus.”
He shrugged. “The decision has been made, right or wrong. It does us no good to doubt it. Come, the hour is late. I will walk you to your quarters.”
They walked slowly, speaking of better times. Their way took them through one of the courtyards.
“Let us pause here a moment,” she said. “The night air feels good after sitting in that council chamber all day. I often stop here in this garden in the evenings, I find it comforting.”
“It is, at that,” he answered. He reached out and plucked a white rose from where it grew nearby and handed it to her as they sat upon one of the many benches that adorned the garden. “I find the cool breeze as soothing as the company.”
She hesitated
