The night's air was filled with the soft pattering of rain on the roofs and glass windows that surrounded the room that belonged to Donncahd, but was now Rache's home too - at least for however long she stayed in Sidera before she escaped.
Not escaping was not an option she was willing to accept.
It was.
Hard, sometimes, not to lose sight of that when she had her baby Darry and now this boy in her care, but it was all the more important now that she didn't.
Every day that she woke up and King Conor was still alive was a relief. Auberon's Edge didn't tell her when Donncahd killed his wife except that it happened after he became king and before Altoran's journey.
There were some hints - she could have done some math to figure out how long before the story it was, if she had the book in front of her - but she'd never really tried.