The Old Tower

Yarin's POV:

After the party, Spil disappeared, and Cynthia and Heller asked me where he had gone, but I could only say I didn't know.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he returned without a sound. When I woke up in the morning, I stepped on a soft and warm 'blanket' in a daze, startling me awake only to find it was him.

"Where did you go last night?" I yawned and asked. "I slept without waiting for you and left the door open."

"I attended the Queen's meeting last night," Spil said, sounding slightly tired after an all-nighter.

"A meeting? What meeting?"

"It was about some secrets."

Spil refused to say more, insisting it was something the Queen demanded to keep confidential and that it involved the reputations of others, so he couldn't casually speak about it.

I knew he had this conservative character, so I didn't push.