Ashdeer pov
Andora
Galwin sat in his study as plates heaped with food came for us. I grabbed a piping hot herb tea and sighed with delight. It had been a rough few days. Either too warm in Sparade or too cold in Azkan. Andora was perfect.
Just like Azriel.
I shook the thought from my head remembering how traumatic the events of the last meeting in the study had been for the entire family. Vizriel, the Vizier of Andora had been a friend. A sensible man. Yet, greedy. His greed had allowed The Blight to come to us quicker.
Galwin cleared his throat he was clearly nervous and unsettled. He eye, Eva as she sat down into a chair digging into some figs and eggs.
"Should you not want to be with mother?" he asked her deprecatingly.
"Why?" she asked, "I am here with my husband Lowan. We rule Azkan together and as any other head of state, my place is here and not in the women's quarters."
