After a brief tour of the estate and a chance to freshen up in their elegantly appointed chambers, River was beginning to feel human again—though every inch of her body ached from their intense journey. A bath had helped, as did the quiet, calming energy that seemed to emanate from the palace walls.
As she stood before the gilded mirror brushing out her hair, she cast a quick glance toward Heiko. He was adjusting the collar of his dark tunic, his hair still slightly damp from the bath, his movements fluid and commanding as always. When he caught her looking, he grinned and gave her a wink.
River rolled her eyes but smiled. It was hard not to, especially when he looked at her like she was the only person that existed.
Soon, a servant knocked lightly and informed them that Queen Alia was
