Silas was up, bright and early, ready to explore.
Rio pried open one eye and glared at him before pulling the covers over his head.
Uriel reached for the quilt, but a low, dangerous growl made him rethink his actions. Rio was often surly in the morning, and Silas liked his limbs just the way they were, thank you very much.
So with a surge of self-preservation that was extremely rare, Silas left him and ventured out.
Almost immediately, a young Elf popped up, declaring that he was Silas' guide for the day. Sent by the king himself. The pride in that statement was evident, and Silas could not help grinning at the puffed-up attitude of the youngster.
So he followed the youngster through the vast hallways and found himself continually awed by the beauty of the palace architecture. While h
