The King's Meal

Donncahd walked beside her the whole time as if it was normal and expected. Rache couldn't help but keep glancing at him every once and again from the corner of her eye.

The whole time they'd been out on that trip, Donncahd put very little effort into maintaining the appearance of their relationship. Perhaps because of the bamboo stick incident.

But...

Now they were back in the palace.

And Donncahd was not - never was - a pleasant and kind individual.

But he was walking alongside her, close enough to touch, as if they were a unit. She was holding her goat in her hands - a tiny thing still. He wasn't a burden in her grasp.

Eventually even Darrach would be too much for her to hold - and not in a far future sickness progressing sense, but in a 'if she kept walking it would happen' one.

But.

The palace was...