AYLETH
The next morning was one of the oddest of Ayleth's short life. She'd lain in bed the night before feeling… shaky. Not in fear, or anger. But… seeing Falek in that clinch had somehow changed him in her eyes, and she was trying to understand herself.
It wasn't often that Ayleth didn't know her own feelings. Yet, she'd found herself seeing her Knight in a new light. As if he were somehow more real. Or, perhaps, a more complete person.
He'd never spoken of love, or even sex beyond his cautions to her on the endless exploits of men and the ways they were driven. But it had always been part of his teaching, his training for her. His attempts to keep her safe.
He'd hinted at times, that certain comments had left her with the impression he'd experienced love or knew something of it. But he'd never wanted to talk about it. So she'd allowed herself not to question too deeply.
