ERIS
The room they'd given me was more than adequate.
Stone walls carved with heating runes that glowed faint amber instead of the blue I'd started associating with Nevareth magic. Large bed piled with furs that looked warm and soft. Copper tub already filled with water that steamed invitingly. Windows overlooking the camp below where torches flickered and people moved with purpose.
Simpler than the palace in Solmire. No gilt edges or excessive decoration. No statement pieces meant to remind visitors of wealth and power.
Just functional comfort. Clean lines. Everything necessary and nothing superfluous.
I appreciated that more than I probably should.
The door burst open before I'd taken three steps inside.
Mira.
Small and anxious and barely holding together. Her eyes found me and immediately filled with tears that spilled over before she could stop them.
"My lady!"
She threw herself at me.
