With the arrangements made, after dinner everyone began to head to their rooms. But before Rav could leave, Rohan stopped him.
"Yes, my Lord," Rav retraced his steps and came back to where the duke still sat at the dining table, a half cup of blood before him. Rohan's elbows rested on the table, his fingers linked together as he looked up at Rav with quiet intensity.
"Have a seat," Rohan said, and Rav obeyed, lowering himself carefully into the chair. He watched his master curiously, wondering what more needed to be said since they had already discussed everything in the drawing room with everyone, and they all knew what to do now before the day they would relocate to a new land.
Rohan, however, had been turning his wife's words over in his mind, her urging him to tell Rav about what had happened years ago. But before doing that, he wanted to confirm something first: had Rav truly moved on from his late wife?
