As they returned to the prince's quarters, they went towards the fireplace as normal, a thoughtful silence falling over the pair. The suns had set and it was dusk outside. Darkness had settled in the room until Basileus threw a fireball at the fresh wood in the fireplace.
Varya would never get used to his fire abilities. The way he effortlessly controlled something so dangerous was exhilarating. Her eyes were full of adoration and followed him as he walked towards the other side of the room. When he was no longer in sight, she looked away.
