Sath’s boots echoed softly against the polished marble floors of the palace as he walked briskly toward his quarters. His thoughts were preoccupied, a mixture of work and strategy consuming his mind as they always did. Yet, just as he passed the infirmary entrance, something caught his eye.
A figure stepped into view, her familiar form draped in a tailored coat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. His steps faltered, his heart leaping to his throat.
“Leah..” a whisper escaped his lips.
His chest tightened painfully, his entire body freezing in place as if the air had been sucked from the room. He instinctively moved back into the shadows, leaning against the cool stone wall to stay hidden.
Why was she here?
Sath’s grey eyes followed her as she exited the infirmary, her posture
