Today had been a whirlwind. Between finally pushing back Morath’s forces, meeting the Queen of Terrasen, and finally getting a break from fighting? Let’s just say you were excited to crawl into an actual bed tonight.

You currently stood in the makeshift aerie, brushing down your ruk. Her feathers were matted with Valg blood, and you’d been attempting to get it out for the better part of an hour now as you chatted with Nesryn, who was cleaning her own ruk.

You were teasing her about an interaction you’d seen between her and Sartaq earlier that day when he entered. Yeran. You immediately scowled, your mood dampening as your betrothed entered the room.

You and Yeran had been friends once, that’s true. But after you beat him in the Gathering a couple years ago, your friendship went sour. And of course, your clans decided the two of you would be the perfect match for an alliance between the two strongest rukhin factions.

“Via,” Yeran hums as he walks over to his ruk. “As lovely as ever, I see.”

“Fuck off, Yeran,” you glower, turning your attention back to your ruk.