AARYN
He walked slowly into the market, weaving between the tables the next morning, looking carefully up at the stage. He'd forced himself to come to the meal even though his mother wasn't going to brave it this morning. He was worried Elreth would be alone on the stage and looking shaky, like she had yesterday. He'd been determined to help her if she needed it.
But he should have known.
At first when he saw her up there, he softened. She was sitting very tall, looking down on the market, speaking with one of the staff who was down on the floor. She looked… very Queen-like. Then she nodded and the Sheep moved on and Dargyn leaned into her ear, and she burst into laughter.
She looked like she was about sixteen.
