The arrival of Ankhenaten and his family throws Nuala into brief disarray. A watch is set at her request, and when that's done she leaves long enough to handpick a pair of suitable maids to attend the chambers. From there, one of the healers is informed she's to consider any requirements of the naga guests her highest priority, while the rest of ( Read more... )

The ache in her shoulder is duller now, but persists despite her caution and the teas she sips dutifully. Surgeries and bandages and fussing, she's so tired of the fussing; she has so little to distract herself with, only her thoughts and the echo of her brother's mood. She sleeps fitfully, and insists on remaining informed; her guest the Duke is ( Read more... )

( To Ankhenaten. )

( To Ankhenaten. )

A day or so after Nuada leaves the castle with his riders - heads bent together until he left, she let herself be drawn away from her work and did not worry for him, not a bit - and late in the evening with the candles burning low and the moon heavy in her window where she refuses to let her maid close the drapes, Nuala finally sits down with her ( Read more... )