(Isla)
Zeron knocked on my door after breakfast.
I'd come back to my room and sat on the bed and looked at the window and tried to work out what I was supposed to do with a day that had no tasks in it. No dishes to wash. No floors to scrub. No list of things that needed doing before someone came to find out why they weren't done yet. Just a room and a window and time that belonged to nobody and I didn't know what to do with any of it.
The knock came mid morning. Two knocks, unhurried.
I opened the door and he was standing in the corridor with his hands at his sides and an expression that was easy without being false. He was very large, almost as large as Caius, with the kind of face that was built for being taken seriously and somehow managed to be approachable anyway.
"I thought you
