Agravain has come to his brothers' house in a surprisingly and uncharacteristically quiet fashion; Laurel's body is cradled in his arms, though he holds her in a way that suggests he is unused to holding anyone like this. His rough-cast face looks rougher for the scowl, almost bleak ( Read more... )

Agravain is coming back from wasting the entire day with peregrine again. He doesn't spend much time with his wife; in general he only stays in their shared room when he's sleeping, and in the day he's out, riding or practising or in the mews ( Read more... )

Agravain is in a rare splendid mood--the Mansion, it's long been noted, has a habit of producing what people want, even without the plothole, and on that note a mews has spontaneously generated somewhere behind the stables, a little out of the ordinary way, and in his wandering Agravain managed to find it. He's spent the better part of the day ( Read more... )