Auryn snapped his fingers and a small flame sprang to life at the tips. It was a simple orange flame, warm and gentle. The kind that existed to illuminate, not destroy.
He touched it to the first candle.The wick caught, and golden light spread across the table he'd had moved to the center of his chambers.
The massive chamber had always felt uselessly large, space wasted on emptiness. Now the bed was pushed to the far corner, privacy curtains drawn to section off the space. He'd finally brought some modern touch to his quarters.
He lit the second candle. Then the third. Each flame steadied as he moved around the table, light dancing off silverware and carefully arranged dishes.
The kitchen staff had spent all day preparing this meal under his specific instructions. Roasted Salmons glazed with honey and thyme. Potatoes whipped with butter and cream until they looked like clouds.
