Rían’s head bobbed forward, shaking him from sleep. With a rattling intake of breath, his eyes flew open as he jerked upright, looking around. When he realized where he was, where he had been all night, sitting at the base of Jenaveve’s chamber door, his disorientation settled. With a languid groan, his hands dragged down his face, struggling to wake up a bit more, trying to rub the puffy redness of his eyes away. Down the hall, he noticed a few courtiers had paused, staring at him. After saluting a little wave with his fingers, they flinched and continued on with whatever they were doing, playing like they hadn’t just caught a man sleeping in the castle hallways like a bum.
Tilting his head back so that his ear pressed into the thick wooden door, he listened for her. It was the only sens
