The heavy creaking sound of the door echoed through the hall under Zorian hand. He stepped into his mother's chambers totally breathless from running all the way from the gate to her chambers,his heart pounding against his ribs as though it were trying to break free.
Isla slipped in through the gap in the door before it closed shut, almost scared to breathe.
The chamber was warm, almost oppressively so. Golden light filtered through heavy silk curtains, casting the room in an almost ethereal glow. The scent of incense hung in the air, thick and sweet, masking something Isla couldn't quite place.