Despite the way she swayed slightly when she dismounted her house, Cyra still kicked the rickety door down. Continue reading
“This has to be the dumbest idea you’ve had since you agreed to come to Sardes!” Cyra hissed as she quietly shut the door behind her.
“You’re only this harsh when you’re worried about me, so, thank you.” Vitalis smiled over his shoulder. Vitalis moved to the immaculately clean desk. “Besides, the only place proof would be is here in his room.” Continue reading
Cyra helped pull Vitalis up to his feet as he began taking in the desert sand around them. He smiled and was about to say something when he froze, catching sight of the Ruins’ Tree. He stiffened and said, “You centered your dreamscape around a cursed tree?”
“Exactly,” Cyra said, ducking her head. Continue reading
“You don’t have to go.” Vitalis’ voice was muffled through the door.
Cyra leaned against the cool wood. She stood outside Vitalis’ room, waiting for him to finish getting ready. It had been two weeks since Soray’s engagement had been announced, and the shah was throwing an engagement ball for her. Continue reading
“I’m surprised it took you this long to ask about our library,” Cyra said as she held the door open for Vitalis.
Vitalis laughed as he stepped inside, holding his own books and notes. His expression faded as he took in the room. Awe slowly crawled over his face as his eyes couldn’t quite wrap themselves around it all. Continue reading