The Lost Heir's

Chapter Four

By the time Aria had reached her home, the silvery light of dawn was rising over the eastern wall of the city. Aria swore as she rounded the building until she found stacked boxes against the far wall. Wasting no time, she scaled the boxes and, at the top, crawled into the open window on the second floor.

Inside was a small room with two cots on either side. One side of the room was simple and sparsely furnished. The only thing that stuck out was various clothing and leather armor spread offhandedly around the place. The other side, however, was immaculate, with books and scrolls stored in their rightful place. Even the bed was prepared, its sheets tucked neatly beneath the mattress. Aria sighed and stepped into the room, kicking off her calfskin boots and falling into bed.

Her sister was already awake, and Aria could hear her moving below. The telltale sound of humming reaching her ears made her smirk. Rhosyn always sang a melody when she worked in the house. Even when she was out of sorts, there was always a song on her lips. Aria’s smirk slid from her face as she thought about it.

Why? Why was she so happy? Why not me?

She shook away that dark thought, pushing it out of her mind. As she did, a veil of exhaustion fell on her as the events of the night had finally caught up with her. She fought to open her eyes, but they listlessly closed. Unable to fight it any longer, she fell into a deep slumber.