Chapter 254 Missing Groom

• Amval
• I step out into the grim darkness of the courtyard and breathe in the wind. Out here, I can finally release my tight control on the air. Grandfather’s memorial chamber was so close, I nearly collapsed when Ingrid came to sit next to me.
• Or perhaps that was simply because she smelled so painfully sweet, of violets and ink, and I wanted to bury my nose in the curve of her throat. Perhaps because I told her, she played music, and she asked to hear me as well. To play with me someday. I’ll have to brush up on the ney; it’s not my favorite instrument, just the one that will sound best with hers.