21Reylor couldn't help but watch her lying there, thinking how better suited black looked against her skin than the brighter garb of the Empire, regardless of that damn ring on her finger.
If it wasn’t a family heirloom he would have considered pulling it off of her and melting it for the metal alone.
The Empress lay unconscious on the bed within the chambers Reylor had prepared for her arrival, and he stationed mages to monitor the door to ensure she didn’t venture out on her own any time soon.
The chain around her ankle that attached her to the bedpost would most likely assist in that as well, if only as a temporary precaution until the castle was better situated for the Empress’ extended stay.
Once the Borderlands had come into view, she began to grow aggressive, and it was safer fo
