XIII. The Last Request
After the second time they made love, Kurval drifted in and out of sleep. His body was spent, but nonetheless he was unable to find rest, knowing what would come and what he would have to do in the morning.
Adeliz still rested against his chest, her flaming hair spread out like a halo around her face. Kurval had no idea, if she was asleep, but he hoped that she was. She deserved this all too brief moment of peace.
He wondered how much more time they had. The cell had no windows, so Kurval couldn’t tell if it was still night or already dawn. Though he had no illusions that his people would leave him alone. After all, Izgomir wanted an execution and what Izgomir wanted, the vizier usually got.
Kurval had overruled him a few times, regarding Ragur and Nelaira for ex
