***Tyda’s POV***
She set foot in the smoke filled room, loud with clamor of plates, and chatter, and spied around looking for me. I walked up behind her, startling her a bit. “Oh dear me!” She called.
“I am sorry I frightened you Miss Faer.” I said, leading her over to my table and pulling her chair out for her. We ordered tea, and I ordered fodder for us both as we began talking.
“So how long have you loved him?” I asked her.
“I do not know what you mean.” She said, playing stupid.
“Yes you do.” I said smiling. “How long have you loved Istoviir? If you did not love him, you would not put up with him so, or know so much about him.”
“For example?” Her eyes narrowed.
“For example that he does not usually eat in the mornings, or that he is nothing you could not handle.” I
