His Move On The Morrow

ZINA 

Seraph latched the last button to Zina's dress looking mournful. 

"I guess this is it. You must be well, Theta."

Zina was tempted to plug her ears to avoid the incessant good wishes from her over concerned maidservant. But she merely smiled tightly, acting as if Seraph telling her to be fine for the one hundred and fortieth time was nothing.

"I will, so please remember to stick by the South Heralder's side." Zina said, adjusting the moonstone necklace that was clinched to her neck.

"That is true. I could almost have sworn that you weren't in your bed very early in the morning. Did you go somewhere?" 

Zina blushed, quickly averting her eyes. "Yes. I was out in search of fresh air."

"You mustn't leave without me or a guard to accompany you." Seraph chided lightly. "This camp is full of males that haven't rutted in what… months? Years?"