The tension from the previous battle had finally begun to fade away, but the silence was oppressive as they went back to the palace. Lyra could still sense the piercing gazes of both men upon her, but she opted to ignore them entirely. Let them fixate on their wounded egos and feelings.
The instant they entered the palace's grand halls, Taren breathed deeply and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I need to rest," he growled, his voice low. "It has been a long journey, and I really need to regain my strength."
Lyra didn’t feel particularly invested in whether he stayed or left. She just nodded and replied, “I’ll have a room arranged for you.”
Taren gave her one last look, which was difficult to read, before he turned and disappeared down the corridor.
Relieved, Lyra turned
