The next morning, when Taroy arrived, Kella was already reading at her desk. His armor creaked when he took up his post by the door. Kella looked over at him and waved. In the light of day she was feeling better and hoped to squash the awkwardness she had created between them last night.

“There’s a breakfast tray here for you,” she told him. “Myrtle said Lord Perrin wanted to make sure you were being fed.”

She watched as he grinned and came over, removing his helm.

“Is this chair for me too?” he asked, seeing that one had been set on the opposite side of the desk from hers.

Kella nodded. When Taroy sat down she watched as he devoured his breakfast like he’d never eaten before.

“You don’t usually eat breakfast?” she asked....

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