Chapter 1820 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep30

• The sun had just disappeared behind the walls of the Winter Court when Crys led Riven through the Inner Courtyard to the Keep. Robust and imposing, it served as the castle's final bastion of defence, as well as the living quarters for the Princess herself. The weather was wet and miserable, though the snow did not linger on the ground as it once did. Spring was coming, but this far south, the cold seemed to linger long past its welcome like a boorish party guest. Crys pulled her coat closer around her, keeping Riven close as they quickstepped toward the smaller sally port opposite the much larger keep door. It was unguarded and unbarred, as previously arranged. Nevertheless, the tension of the moment built in Crys.
• Its halls were dark and as silent as a tomb, giving the interior stone a more foreboding presence than normal. The season's chill had made the comparison even more apt, with even heat coming from the thermal bathhouse struggling to shift the interior temperature. Riven scrunched up her left hand into a fist, flipping it over so that her nails pointed up. Light escaped her tight grip like she'd tried to wrap her hand around a torch to snuff it out. When her fingers opened again, resting upon her palm was her glowing Weaving needle.
• "Wanna see something Katerina taught me?" she asked. After a nod, the mage gripped the needle in her fingers and spun it around her right hand. Gossamer, glowing threads slid from its eye to tie around and around, like she was bandaging a cut. When she synched it closed, the wrap glowed brighter than any oil lantern she'd ever seen. Illumination literally in the palm of her hand.