67: Aftershocks
“Rhys? Rhys, son, you’ve slept a day and a night,” a familiar masculine voice echoes in the deep dreamless depths of Rhys’s slumber. Rhys groans and turns away from the voice. “You have every right to be tired, but your mother is beside herself with worry about you and would very much like you to eat something.” When was the last time I ate? Rhys asks himself, his mind moving towards consciousness as his stomach growls loudly. Before the battle, probably. However long ago that was. “Can I eat in here?” he mumbles groggily. He pries his bleary eyes open to see Duke Aonghus hovering in his doorway. “I can arrange that, yes. Peace and quiet’s probably the best thing for you, and you’d best get it while you can,” Duke Aonghus agrees immediately. “I’ll be right back with breakfast.” With tha
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