She did not doubt Oberon would make trouble. Would argue about mastery and years, and all the matters that made so little sense to her.
But they’d sort it.
He’d be a full member of the Hall.
He’d take Vandran’s seat when the time came, and he’d do what was right for more than just those privileged enough to live in a tower.
He pulled her to him, and she sighed softly as he touched her. Teased her. And she’d do much the same to him. In a moment. But for now, this was rather nice, and she liked his initiative.
And the dishes were done, and their mothers had been seen, and he wasn’t needed until morning.
By none but her.
Which was just as she liked it.
