He had waited for her in his room for three nights, but she hadn't come. Then he listened for her screams or an increase in her heart rate, but she seemed to have slept well. He, on the other hand, could only put in a few hours of sleep, he just tossed and turned on his bed until morning.
"I'm still not getting used to it, your… Zavian." Beers replied, pushing some strands of hair behind her ear;
"Let me show you something," Zavian spoke after a long silence and turned to the door. Neera watched him leave the room and then she followed after him.
They went down the stairs and to the back of the palace, at the far end of the garden where trees were dominant. They weren't followed by any of the King's guards, and he kept on moving until he reached a short, thick tree that was a few inches taller than her but had branches that spread out proudly. It had yellow flowers whose petals were yawning open from the night before.
