Chapter 3
Four days of tailors, plans, meetings, and details had worn Vius down. It was a tiresome marathon, despite Solna’s absolute insistence that he rest between tasks to be done. The slight drag of his body was a nuisance, but Vius bore it because he had to. His marriage to Solna that evening was too important to waste time sleeping off the drain from healing magic. Once he was home, he could.
Instead, he refocused his attention to his general. Ilul had burst into Solna’s parlor in an aggravated huff, with Cia at his heels and an apology to Vius for the general’s intrusion. Vius would have reassured her if Ilul hadn’t started his litany of complaints at the sight of him.
“The Quartermaster is demanding that I give her a list of the items I need to replace.” Then Ilul started to pac
