If you like music while you're reading, try "The Part That's Holding On" by Red. It's what I was listening to while writing!
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AYLETH
An hour later, safely tucked into a small, but comfortable room suite on the top floor of an Inn called The Daily Rest, Ayleth jiggled one foot up and down under the small table set for two while she waited for Falek to return with food. After they'd seen the gates close, his jaw had gone hard and he'd been even more abrupt than usual, getting the finest room at the inn secured for her, and their horses to the stable for feed and a rest.
The suite was two bedrooms—the largest which Ayleth sat in, which also had a fireplace and a small sitting area. The adjoining room obviously for children or servants. There were two beds in it, both narrow and barely more substantial than a cot, but of course, Falek had insisted on taking it.
