Chapter Sixteen
Andel and Huldar
It was a typical summer evening in the Imperial City. While the setting sun blazed its last, cool air descended from the western mountains and whispered through the maze of streets and districts like a lover’s sweetest promise. In the Jewel of the Imperium, muted windows admitted sensory sketches of the streets below.
From the relative privacy of their room, Huldar let his senses range until he found a place where insects and birds chirped by a fountain nestled in an overgrown garden. The sounds were almost Wentish, if he let his imagination work at it.
Andel stroked his face thoughtfully. He caught her hand and kissed it.
Is everything all right? she asked.
He sighed and relaxed his veil to share the sounds he listened to.
I know there’s something,
