The sky over the Queen’s Tower was overcast, promising rain. Kelwyn looked up at it with a faint frown.
“Think you can get there and back without getting wet?” said Harun, standing beside him on the balcony. He looked just as he always did, which was to say too good to be true. He currently had his fiery mane of hair pulled back in a ponytail, tied with a jade green ribbon. He was on duty, so he wore a coat of scale mail with a surcoat in the royal gold and blue over it. His hand-and-a-half bastard sword, a weapon that Kelwyn could barely lift, rode at his hip.
“Of course!” Kelwyn was on duty as well, so his tunic was in the same colors, though the trim was golden yellow, not metallic thread like the embroidery on Harun’s tunic. The messenger bag slung over his shoulder bore the royal se
