Lars Eotigan slept for nine straight hours after the moonlight affair. Why wouldn't he? Last night he'd been served some proper nosh.
In his narrower bed he dreamed of the high steeples of Titans Landing, the edgy skyline of the greatest city in the Continent, and mighty clock towers that chimed in his mind. His dreaming though was occupied by the stare of huge green eyes in the sky. Bejeweled jade—testament to his past love. Eotigan without knowing it was whispering in his sleep the name of his Empress, the woman to which those forest-green eyes belonged.
"Ravenna. R-Ravenna. Raven. . .little raven."
