"You are insane,"
Cain mumbled, yet he took one of a mug placed in front of them. Rivienne was done with hers already. She wiped her new beard.
Black hair was common in the empire, and golden eyes and silver hair belonged to the imperial family. Ezra always used only a cloak head to toe, believing in the concept of people living their own lives, while Daemon changed his eye colour with some witchcraft. Some day, Rivienne had to face him, but not today.
Daemon sat leaning on a closed window, sipping a mug of ale and staring at the drinking game since there was nothing else to watch. As Rivienne had seen those lazy eyes more than the times she had seen her face, it took only a minute to recognize who he was. Besides, his clothing as a civilian was very poor with his face.
Sir Lance and some knights dressed as merchants, sat around the table. They were clear as day to Rivienne.
