Dawn came, but the sun remained hidden behind the blanket of rainclouds. The drizzle from yesterday has continued through the night, leaving the world outside of Emilia’s window soaked and chilly.
Sleep had cleared her head, but had done nothing to quell her heartbroken rage. Now, she woke with iron-spined resolve and the nerves to match. She and Faren would have their argument. But first, she needed the bathroom.
When Emilia opened the door, she nearly tripped over a bulky bundle of blankets laid outside of her room. It wasn’t until Gallant began sniffing the pile that the recognized the curly tufts of her husband’s hair poking out, or the light rumble of his snoring floating from underneath the layers. He had slept outside of their room, waiting all night on the icy stone floor for hi
