AYLETH
Ayleth felt her heart pull in his direction as she moved, always seeking, like a compass in her chest that pointed at him. It was a comfort that she'd be able to find him when she needed to. But the yearning was… bitter.
She had to put up with the maid helping her undress and brushing her hair out before she could convince the woman that she really just wanted to sleep, and the servant bowed, quietly leaving her bedchamber and closing the doors behind her.
