It was already night when Evie and Gavrael entered the throne hall of the massive castle.
Evie had her hand loosely held in his as they walked together towards the throne. She was telling him everything that she had heard from Zanya while Gavrael looked around, listening to the sound of her melodious voice, and not making comments on anything. All that she is telling him, he knew all of it already, but he did not make any comment and simply listened. He was happy that she trusted him to the extent of telling him all these without him probing and did not hide anything from him.
