"And what's that?" Zavian asked.
"Lydia sends her regards to you."
….
Night had fallen when they got back to the castle, and the town was eerily quiet. Even in their homes, people didn't light up lanterns or have quiet chats, and the bars and taverns were even shut down. The impendence of the war had worked its dark magic upon the people, and fear ruled the town.
When they made it past the gates of the castle, Freya was trudging to them, holding the walls for support, and she didn't look too happy.
"Oh no," Azriel sighed, leaping off the horse. To Zavian, he said, "I will take care of her."
Freya was already yelling before Azriel approached her. And because she was weak, Azriel bent and picked her up, keeping her close to himself even as she rained punches on him.
