Setting Course

*Irellia's POV*

I roll onto my side and pull a bulky pillow to my chest. I'd forgotten how wonderous a bed could be. It made me aware of just how much my back had suffered all those nights in the forest. But this sleeping arrangement does bring with it some concern, namely exactly how I'd gotten here.

A soft knock at the door jerks me up into a sitting position, eyes darting around the plain little room. Aside from the okay sized bed itself the only furniture in here is a small desk in the corner with papers scattered about. I see the rounded top of a chest peaking out from the end of the dark green blanket someone had haphazardly thrown over me, and it in the process.

I bury my face in my hands as the events of last night come flooding back to me. They'd found me with the help of Arken's people, that was the most reasonable explanation. I should have known they'd be eager to retrieve their unwilling bride. I was stupid, and gods know what trouble I'd brought on Arken because of it. A