The Masks In Shadows
Aesther strapped the leather boots.
Her thoughts were still hung over the early morning. Ezrahl had not said anything more about what he knew, about the possibility of another tragedy sticking. But he made it clear that she will have to return to the Grand Temple.
She found it funny, "Are they still after the Sacred Order?"
"The Groves," Ezrahl's voice was sleepy, a rough murmur that made her heart falter. He did not say anything more and before Aesther could ask, he was already fallen into a silent slumber.
She stared at his beautiful face. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. The troubled look from earlier was gone, replaced by an expression of pure serenity.
The sun was just rising when Aesther left the room.
Her feet paused near the door as the white light of the weak morning sun embraced him. But she did not look back, did not let her thoughts get distracted for one more moment.