Yeren held the door open for her. Hesitating briefly, she walked into the room, moving directly to the jug of wine.
The guards closed the door behind him.
He quietly moved towards the cushion at the corner of the room and sank into it, pulling off his brocade.
A small sigh escaped him as he stretched to his full length on the chair.
It was the first time he was sitting down since morning.
Yeren unclasped the buttons of his brocade and slid the garment off his shoulders, preferring to remain in his shirt.
The sound of pouring liquid disrupted the silence. The candles had already been lit, casting a warm yellow-orange glow over the whole room.
Then the pouring stopped, leaving him in perfect silence.
He sat in the silence for a while, before he realized that it was too quiet.
Extremely quiet.
Yeren rose up from his crouch and looked towards the door.
Claire just stood beside the table, hugging herself like a little girl lost in a storm.
