Obedience
Aeryl observes…
Seated at one of the banquet tables, the herbalist looked around at the full gathering. She thought of Irenya, alone, a tray of food in front of her, most of which would not be eaten.
Foolish girl, if she thought I would not notice the flesh almost falling from her bones. I do wish Leachim would ask permission to talk to her about the Gift.
Glancing at the royal table, Aeryl wondered what their private reactions were to Irenya’s outburst the previous evening. The young woman would not say what had passed between her and Elaaron, or what had provoked her to such poor temper over the last few days. She had simply walked into Aeryl’s arms and begged forgiveness for being such an ungrateful guest.
‘A handsome young man, Prince Lendel.’ Hamal, Ambassador for Mard
