Your highness

Valenar was away at another meeting. Raeann sat on the bay seat in their bedroom window and looked out on Merde sadly. She'd tried to adjust to this way of life. Valenar was born into it, so he assimilated easily on their return, but Raeann struggled. The young witch was so lonely. Today the wizards and their acolytes were outside in the vast courtyard of the palace. Raeann watched as one mage stood out from the rest. Thorn Lightwing was beautiful to watch. His strong arms twisted and turned, performing patterns in the air for the students to practice. She could see by the sequence that it was an advanced air spell, and sure enough, when he drew the last hieroglyph, the sound of howling wind shook the palace windows as a tornado enveloped Thorn, lifting him high in the air. He vanished from sight to the gasps of his students, and Raeann opened her window to see where he'd gone.

"Good evening, my Queen."

"AAH!"Raeann's heart almost stopped as Thorn sat on the ledge outs