“Rhapsody had fallen asleep in her dressing gown amid the black satin sheets, exhausted beyond the point of being able to even say good night. Achmed had been perplexed about what to do, and had remained sitting on the edge of the bed for almost a quarter hour before she rolled over and opened her eyes halfway. “Are you coming to bed?” she murmured sleepily. “I had thought so,” he replied. “But then I wasn’t sure.” Rhapsody opened her eyes all the way, blurry. “You and I slept beside one another... for almost fifteen hundred years,” she said. “We crawled along the Root, endured camping conditions once we got out—even though Grunthor, not you, was my mattress.” “I don’t want to do anything that would make you even in any small way more sad than you already are, Rhapsody.” Rhapsody blinked. “Thank you,” she said, genuinely touched. “I know you understand how deeply I am mourning. And how much I still love my husband.” Achmed sighed but said nothing. Rhapsody put out her arms to him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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