KAELYN WOKE TO THE sound of Chord’s voice. The room was dark. Only the flicker of candlelight allowed her to see Chord’s shadowy form. He was standing over a table, speaking to a servant. The servant spread a white cloth over the table and covered it with plates of food.
“Chord?” Kaelyn called out to him.
He turned around and smiled at her. “Kaelyn, I was beginning to worry.” He crossed to her and sat on the edge of the bed. “I was just about to call the physician to have a look at you.”
She smiled. “I'm okay. I had another glass of wine and I guess it went to my head.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I had dinner brought to our suite.”
“I’m famished,” she admitted, “but first, what word do we have from Chelyana?”
“It’s begun,” Chord answered. “The Gratu came in full force. With our shi
