Azriel sat alone on the terrace, feeling a deep aching pain within her. Ashdeer wasn't speaking with her still. He avoided her when he saw her and things between them felt very awkward. She felt lonely and restless. Last evening, she had stormed into his study to see him deep in conversation with the tiny blonde woman from Ishatar's court. They were sitting across his study table, their heads lowered in conversation, and Azriel had felt a pang of jealousy.
She had found herself snapping in the most catty way at him "I see you are very busy nowadays Ashdeer!"
Ashdeer had looked up and frowned, as if irritated with the intrusion.
"Azriel, we are busy actually."
"Doing what? I mean is she...?"
The blonde had jumped up and said, "I'm Trivana, I am from Irismus itself. I was hopeful for an audience with the Duke as my family there needs a little help. I...."
