As the council meeting concluded and everyone dispersed for good, Rynne lingered as she was to take Lance to his permanent residence. Since it was being cleaned before, he had to sleep elsewhere, but now it had been prepared.
Lance was very impressed with the structure and design of the room. It reminded him of the typical rooms in palaces he would see back on earth in historical movies and animations. Everything from the bed to the bathroom was top tier, he was very pleased.
Rynne stood near the window, her sharp profile outlined by the moonlight. Lance approached her, sensing that she had something on her mind.
"Rynne?" he asked, his tone gentle.
She turned, her yellowish gold eyes locking onto his. "You've changed so much, Lance. You're stronger… But... I've been holding back."
Lance raised an eyebrow. "Holding back?"
