Iyana chuckled softly, her voice like music that lingered in the air. "You really are the clingy type, aren't you?"
Vyan responded by tightening his arms around her, pulling her closer. He breathed in the delicate scent of her; it was intoxicating, grounding him in a moment of solace he hadn't known he needed.
After bumping into Celeste, then Althea, his feet had somehow found their way to the military quarters without any conscious decision on his part. Thanks to the tightened security, his time was fleeting on the imperial grounds. He had already accomplished what he came to do, having visited Edgar, and yet, despite the ticking clock, there was only one place he wanted to be in: with her.
