Chapter Ten

The chamber we were taken to was generous in size and appointment, and had access to a private terrace in deference, I thought, to Aurien’s nature. There was a bathing chamber attached through a doorway hidden in the gauzy curtains.

Aurien spoke to the servant in Fae, without looking at her. His gaze was fixed to the sky beyond the doorway, and his face held the aloof expression I had become familiar with as dragon-deep-in-thought.

The servant withdrew with a small smile at me. “She will bring clean clothing and food,” Aurien told me, walking to the door and out onto the terrace. I followed. He leaned against the balustrade, looking out over the city that ranged out below and the green enchanted forest beyond it. I could see the bright blue waters of an ocean to the left, lapping against the white crest of a sandy shore.

“I forget how beautiful it is here,” he said. I leaned against him and he shifted to put his ar