Chapter 19
Herrith walked behind the king, darting glances at Aria, using every bit of self control within him to keep his face blank and still. He cursed the king for insisting that they walk with hoods off during the procession. He needed the safety of his hood now, to think, to allow ideas and thoughts to pass through his mind without having to focus on keeping them off his face. But years of careful work in the king’s presence had trained him, and he was able to walk carefully behind them, keeping his eyes trained on the back of the king’s head, only occasionally darting glances at sweet, sweet Aria.
She did not look well. She was thin and obviously exhausted, though the king’s false energy was keeping her head up now. She needed food, a bath, and sleep and Herrith hoped desperately
