Night had already settled over the palace when Alaric returned.
He didn't go to his chambers. Instead, he headed straight for Arin's wing.
At the doors to the Emperor's private quarters, the guards bowed. One of them spoke carefully, "His Majesty is in the Queen's chambers."
Alaric paused, then gave a short nod. "Tell him I'll be waiting in his lounge."
The servant hurried off.
Alaric moved into Arin's lounge, poured himself a drink, and waited. He didn't sit. He stood near the window, watching the city lights below, his mind was on Daphne, and on what he needed to say.
Some time later, the door opened.
Arin walked in wearing a long, flowing robe, his hair loose, looking far too relaxed for Alaric's liking.
"You have terrible timing," Arin said immediately. "I was busy."
Alaric glanced over his shoulder. "Busy doing what?"
"Enjoying my wife's company."
"Since when do you enjoy spending time with your wife?" Alaric asked.
