"I wish to go back to my room now, Ashdeer!" Azriel said. She sat across him, her evening meal untouched, her face set mutinously as she sat with her arms crossed in front of her.
Ashdeer sighed, "Azriel, you can't go back. For one you are very weak, for the other, what I saw when you were unwell was that Ashmeer has an unbreakable bond with you, which he can use even now, to get into Fortress Irismus, despite the heave wards we have set up. Your weak condition makes him stronger, can't you see that?"
"It's not seemly, I'm not your wife...and..."
"Oh, for god's sake, is that it Azriel? Is that what's worrying you when life and death are at stake? That we are not married? Can't you see that these things don't matter in Irismus? They are not important.....for us...with Quinn gone....."
"I don't care Ashdeer.....I ....don't....I am tired of being everyone's pawn. I don't want to marry you and become a replacement for Layla..."
