Lord Elias rarely visited Doria, unless summoned.
When Rhydien and I arrived at his humble dwelling located on the outskirts of the city I could understand why.
As Rhydien and I made our way on horseback, meandering down the cobbled streets of the city and around the outskirts of where the city met the Whispering woods, the lords home from home situated just outside their clutches. Wrapped up in my green velvet cloak we ride past, the wind rustling the trees, their trunks creaking as they bent, moaning as we passed them by. I would have to get used the the uneasy feeling of the ominous forest, their trees almost as ancient as the faerie we now galloped towards. I hadn’t confessed what had happened earlier in my bathtub, the whole encounter wild and far too fantastical to believe, but it
