AARYN
"I've always said you have good instincts, Aaryn," Reth said. "I saw what you did today—the way you came to help her when everyone else was running away. Thank you."
Aaryn nodded, his jaw tight.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You know Elreth's going to have quite the fight on her hands. And her mother and I need to keep our heads down and stay out of people's way for a while so there's no confusion about who's in power. Which means we need people around El that we can trust."
"I'll be as close as she'll allow me, Sir," Aaryn said, then wanted to curse himself. It was a habit when alone with Reth to call him Sir—something he demanded when he trained them, though not at any other time. But Aaryn wasn't being trained now. And since the shock of the morning's events had passed, he was angry with the former King.
Very angry.
He folded his arms too, and Reth didn't miss the gesture.
