velaris was quiet, spare for the gentle chatter of people on the street as they crossed from one shop to another. it was late--- hardly anyone was out.

only the stars and the moon, staring back at you as you looked through the window from the tub. the water was still warm, the stars reflecting off the surface.

rhys wasn't back yet, still doing whatever a high lord does in his city.

you, on the other hand, had found time to bathe. the water licked over the sleek porcelain of the tub as you lowered yourself into it. candles lit the room with a warm orange glow, shadows dancing over the walls as you drank in the silence.