13 January, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
There had been an imperceptible but definite shift in her relationship with Lucas.
Neither of them said so much about it in words, but the shift was there.
What had once been a wonderful, close friendship was now…
Actually, Celia had no idea what things had changed into, just that they had.
Her mind was a mess of colliding, unsorted thoughts and questions. It was like there was a silent wave of crackling heat between them, like the air just before a lightning storm. There was a strange tension that roiled between them.
Well, on one side, anyway.
Lucas remained his usual calm self, much to Celia's disbelief. They continued to meet in the library, or occasionally go for walks whenever the rains would stop. But he treated her exactly the same as before…well, before what ever has happened between them, happened. Warm and patient. Her very best friend in the world.
