“Lady Fasilia, do you have a moment?”
After leaving the bath in despair, Bargisel returned to his
room and crawled into bed.
But he was too agitated to sleep and finally decided to get
out of bed. He used the moonlight to walk through the hallway instead of using
a lantern or magic light. After some hesitation, he knocked on the lady of the
castle’s door.
“Sel, what are you doing up at this hour?”
Fasilia opened the heavy door and had apparently been
preparing for bed.
She wore a beige gown over her black mourning clothes and
she had let down her long blonde hair so it fell across her back.
“Oh, sorry. I forgot how late it was. I will visit you again
tomorrow.”
Seeing her told him how rude it was to visit this late, so
he quickly started to turn around.
“Wait. You have something you wish to discuss, don’t you?
Then come in.”
“But…”
“I was just thinking I would have trouble getting to sleep,
so this is perfect. And I don’t want to stand out in the hall talking, so come
in.”