(Azriel POV)
As they neared the caverns where her rooms were, Azriel felt a little disoriented and faint. She was exhausted from the dinner and the machinations and undercurrents that were flowing across the table. What was wrong with The Dark Lord? Was he unwell? If so, was that the reason they were planning to launch a final attack on Irismus and the rest of the Kingdom. Why did she feel that it was Kali who was calling all the shots?
She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice that her cavern's size had changed since she had left it earlier in the evening. Right now, it was larger and there was a bed, a real bed kept there for her to sleep.
Ashmeer looked at the bed and murmured, "Mia Kara, do you miss me?"
