He let out a warm puff of air from his lungs. Time really flew by so quickly. It was already starting to get colder.
Winter was here... except Damon didn't have his usual winter worries.
At this time of the year, he would have been thinking of ways to survive the winter with his sister gathering wood for fires, stocking whatever food he could find or steal, collecting fabrics to wear, all while avoiding members of the underworld who would seek to trouble the two siblings.
Except now, it was different. It was almost as if winter was here to make him suffer, though this time the anguish came from his heart and perhaps from the lingering damage to his soul.
His situation had changed. He no longer worried about those things. He was well dressed, a roof over his head was a small matter, and he didn't need to fear being attacked by miscreants.
Right now, at this very moment, he was standing in one of the most exalted places in the empire.
