6 January, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten
Celia weaved quietly through the bookshelves until she reached the table where she typically met with Lucas. To her great relief, he was there.
His face lit up when he saw her. The next moment, he looked at her eye and frowned with worry.
"Stop it. It's not as bad as it was before. It barely even hurts anymore." Celia frowned. She knew she still had bruising under her eyes, but at least it had now faded to yellow as opposed to its original dark purple.
"When I didn't see you here after the New Year's banquet, I thought maybe you'd been confined to your apartments."