Chapter 7The someplace warm Jeryn had in mind turned out to be his own quarters, on the top floor of an unassuming building near the back of the palace. He did gesture to the small royal guard barracks, down a nearby street, but explained, “It’s one option, but not required—if we have families, or we want our own space…and I like the view here.”
“I can see why.” The view in question encompassed most of the city, from the palace to the winding streets to the serpentine gleam of the river. Mid-afternoon, in mingled light and clouds, the tapestry unfolded in puzzle-pieces joined together, stirring and coiling, layered with history and trade and the future. Talis drifted to the window, drawn by stories.
“I’m sorry it’s not larger.” Jer looked around as if hoping the space would suddenly grow
