It had been hours since Isla narrated everything and was now fast asleep next to Phaeryl. Her eyes had been fixed at the ceiling as she subconsciously turned the ring on her finger. Her mind went back to the moment Xhanes had leaned in to kiss her at intervals, making her cheeks pop red.
That had been three hours ago and the festival day was going to start whether she'd slept or not.
Xhanes was awake when she knocked, who she hadn't doubted he would be. She had been trying to sleep, and now she was in front of his room. He opened the door in the clothes he'd been wearing the night before, took one look at her face, before stepping aside to let her in.
Espen was a motionless shape under the blanket on the far bed, deeply and completely asleep, which was either convenient or annoying and
