Chapter 254 - Aria feels frustrated (R-18)

Damon's room was partially lit by the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows, drawing golden streaks on the wooden floor and the bed where some clothes were already laid out. He moved around the space with calm concentration, folding shirts, attaching leather straps to a small travel bag, and mentally checking everything he would need to take to Arven. It wasn't a long trip, but the nature of the mission demanded attention. He wouldn't go as a warrior, nor as an official emissary. He would go as an observer, and that required discretion. On the table near the window were some daggers, a small metal vial containing crystallized ice powder that he had prepared himself, and Morgana's letter folded again, a constant reminder of the reason for his departure.