Frostbound Throne_Song of Winter by May Sage

Author:May Sage [Sage, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Madam's Books
Published: 2018-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Wiser

Vale was a heavy sleeper. She’d gathered as much in the Valley of Doom, but he’d passed out on the cold, hard ground then. Now, on a bouncy, supportive mattress, wrapped in warm, fluffy covers and furs, with a feather pillow under his neck, he had no inclination to rouse.

Close to dawn, Thomson knocked on the door with breakfast. She thanked him and tried to wake Vale for the first time. “Vale? Breakfast is served.”

To leave at daybreak as he wanted, they needed to eat and get ready.

There wasn’t a peep from the silent, unmoving male tucked in bed. He’d fallen asleep on his side and remained that way for hours on end.

She returned to the bed and shook his shoulder.

He shifted onto his front and placed the pillow on top of his head, decisively shutting her out.

“We should eat and get going before the town awakens. That was the plan, right?”

“Plans change!” he mumbled.

She had to smile. After considering her options, she chose to let it go. He’d let her sleep all night; surely he deserved the same courtesy. He’d get up soon enough.

Two hours later, she sighed. Dawn had come and gone. The town was awakening. They’d considerably complicated their exit now, unless they opted to remain another day.

Four hours later, she checked his pulse.

“I’m alive.”

“And awake,” she noted.

He hadn’t moved at all.

“I refuse to acknowledge that fact yet.”

So, he wasn’t a morning person. She chuckled at the entirely unexpected characteristic.

“You woke up before most back in Wolven Fort, the first time we met.”

“Yes, in Wolven Fort,” he repeated. “I never could sleep well among a swarm of hypocrites, thieves, and butchers.”

Devi rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Or you didn’t know them that well. A dozen years of acquaintances does not make you an expert, little elf.”

Finally, he lifted his pillow from his head, emerging with a bird’s nest of light brown curls atop his head.

“Breakfast was served around five. It was delicious. Yours is now cold.”

“I’ll live,” he replied, sitting up on the bed, bare-chested, his very hard muscles on display.

Devi had to look away. He was exquisite from the moment he rose! How infuriating.

“So, what’s the new plan, Sir Sleep-a-Lot?”

“I’m not sure yet, but it absolutely depended on my recuperating first, evidently.”

“Evidently,” she echoed.

He went to the coffee table and attacked his cold porridge with gusto, no complaint crossing his lips. Vale was the opposite of precious.

She realized she was noting his attributes, as if trying to define him, understand who he truly was. Intelligent, sometimes kind, often rude, always arrogant, and a heavy sleeper who didn’t need luxuries to be content, despite his rank.

“I say we leave publicly, heading south, then turn back as soon as the town is out of view and walk north. Once we reach the sea, we can return to Wyhmur and make the rest of our way through the woods to Cor’s Gates.”

Devi frowned.

North of the seelie realm was a mile-wide stretch of water called the Arched Sea; it ended where the forest of Wyhmur and the southern border of Corantius met.

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