AYLETH
After the disruption of the sorcerers and the morbid that had left everyone laughing nervously, the tone of the evening only sank lower. In months before, Ayleth might have been fascinated when two of the noble ladies fell over—and very conveniently into the laps of their Lords of choice. But tonight she just felt tired and… that she wanted her husband.
Falek had hurried Ayleth back to her chambers, muttering about too many Lords who'd spent the last two days without alcohol or women, and too many Ladies who'd missed the attention of the Lords.
He hustled her into her chambers and stood guard outside while the maids undressed her and got her settled in bed.
Ayleth rolled her eyes, but put up with the extra protectiveness. She was on edge too. She couldn't blame Falek.
The next twenty four hours would catapult the rest of her life.
