Tolanda woke in Ievos’ bed the following morning with her arm wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. His arm was curled around her holding around her shoulders warmly, but it did not feel anywhere near as warm as it did when Iefyr would snuggle up to her. She felt guilty for thinking such a thing, thinking of Iefyr as she lay here with Ievos, his body was warm but there was still something cold in his embrace. The prince had been sweet to her last night, respecting her wishes to wait a while before intimacy and being content to hold her instead. She needed just to be held after the news of her father’s death. She sat up and her movements woke him. He looked at her and she thought how perfect he always looked, his skin was flawless and smooth, he never looked tired n
