By the time Urag finally eased whatever had kept the session longer than usual, the morning had fully settled in, the castle awake with its quiet rituals.
He left her room.
The door opened to the corridor where the maids were already at work, skirts rustling softly, trays balanced in practiced hands.
Their movements slowed the instant they noticed him.
A few eyes lifted too quickly, then dropped just as fast; a few expressions faltered, surprise barely concealed .
It was not proper, everyone knew that much, for a gentleman to emerge from a lady's chambers so late into the morning.
Yet Urag gave them nothing to cling to
He had done it since she came and he was not going to stop.
His expression held none of the heat one might expect.
If anything, he looked… Grounded.
But Eiravyne was shaken.
The moment the door closed behind Urag, the quiet rushed in, and with it, her thoughts, sharp and unkind.
