Ashdeer pov
Azkan
It was warmer in the hunting lodge as we sat down over a glass of wine. I looked at Eva and Lowan. They had changed into more layered robes for Andora. Lowar wore dark brown tunic and breeches and Eva wore a dark brown dress. Purple sashes and other fitments adorned their outfits. They looked beautiful, young and healthy and very much in love.
I felt a pang.
I had never had this with Azriel, ever.
Eva saw the dark look on my face and touched my arm, her eyes filled with compassion.
"I feel your pain, brother Ashdeer, " she said hesitantly.
I didn't know what to respond to her. I barely knew her, apart from having witnessed her debut in court and then having met her at Andora where she had come across as a rather saucy wench. It seemed like her time with Lowar had mellowed her down. Her body also looked rounder, curvier and softer since I had last seen her.
