Outside the room the guards were waiting, and they fell into step as Kell kept walking, still holding Neria's hand. Refusing, now, to let go.
Why?
He left it open-ended, letting everything come apart and fray between them, kept his attention forward through the marble hallways, the deep carpet runners that swallowed their steps.
Why was she sorry? Why had she lied to the king and queen about staying? Had she been lying?
She couldn't stay. He knew that. She couldn't stay.
It tore him up more than he wanted, or felt ready to admit, but he put it all into the next step, the next turn, and brought Neria to the place he felt was his -- past the heavy wooden doors and into a room of dark wood and darker drapes, deep shimmering blue and black.
The chamber itself was meant to evoke the middle of the night, even as Rhy's was the golden and blush of dawn.
Kell closed the door behind them with a slow sigh, and snapped his fingers softly. The candles burned to life, lighting the parts of the room not touched by the sunlight shining in from the balcony's doors.
A fire burned to life in the grate, dancing over the wood placed there, licking at it, burning hot with magic before it took to the fuel and settled. Becoming something natural.
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Why?
He left it open-ended, letting everything come apart and fray between them, kept his attention forward through the marble hallways, the deep carpet runners that swallowed their steps.
Why was she sorry? Why had she lied to the king and queen about staying? Had she been lying?
She couldn't stay. He knew that. She couldn't stay.
It tore him up more than he wanted, or felt ready to admit, but he put it all into the next step, the next turn, and brought Neria to the place he felt was his -- past the heavy wooden doors and into a room of dark wood and darker drapes, deep shimmering blue and black.
The chamber itself was meant to evoke the middle of the night, even as Rhy's was the golden and blush of dawn.
Kell closed the door behind them with a slow sigh, and snapped his fingers softly. The candles burned to life, lighting the parts of the room not touched by the sunlight shining in from the balcony's doors.
A fire burned to life in the grate, dancing over the wood placed there, licking at it, burning hot with magic before it took to the fuel and settled. Becoming something natural.