In the room beside the one Ronan and the others were currently in, Arawn sat beside Evanna on the bed. He watched her doze peacefully as his mind spun with thoughts. They were in Lyvaria now, and though the journey was perilous, still, as they continued to the palace, there were more obstacles to overcome.
Arawn had only visited a few times, and it was always full of twisted dances and blood, always spilt. He still fought with the idea of taking his sweet Evanna directly to a palace where it reeked of sin. But this was the final journey. For the gem.
The gem that King Nuvian and Queen Iolena would not hand over unless a deal was struck. Arawn did not know how much they knew about it. Did this Cilv woman tell them everything?
"Hmm.." Evanna turned to her side. She'd used a lot of energy in the process of healing Ronan. Arawn had felt it surge, the power almost palpable on his skin.
"*Is it wise to take her to the king and queen?*"
