I napped, not quite able to attain a proper sleep, even lulled by the warmth of my dragon around me, as the camp was never still. As the sun turned the sky orange and pink, Mesandre brought me food.
“The Lord is hoping that you will accept a feast, once the other stronghold has fallen,” she told me.
“He’s confident.”
“It will fall,” Aurien said with certainty. “So, tell him, yes.”
“As my dragon says,” I told Mesandre as I finished my meal. “Talking of which, I should see how Daerton gets on.”
“He’s on this side of the bridge playing mud cakes,” Mesandre told me with disdain. “He is a very odd man, for all his prettiness.”
Aurien made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and blew a bit of smoke. I imagined he had smothered a laugh and almost choked on it. He blinked his violet eyes innocently when we both looked at him.