In a state of sleep and dreaming, Tornei distantly felt something being moved off her face and instead of waking up, she rolled over. She could hear the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and the bed sank a little as someone climbed into it. Con. Tornei felt him put his arms around her and pull her closer to him.
Tornei knew Con had only left minutes before so why he came back Griffins knew but she was glad that he had. For some reason, she could always sleep better when he was here. Finally, sleep claimed her and she fell asleep not knowing if Con was awake.
She woke up when it was dark. Con's arms had relax around her and Tornei realised he was asleep. She shifted in his arms so she was facing him. Con breathed out heavily and judging by their close proximity, he had been breathing in her hair. With the sudden urge to wake him up, she poked his nose. She watched has his nose twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. Blue staring into yellow. Nobody said anything. They just stared at each other until his fingers began toying with the ends of her hair.
'Hey,' he said.
'What time is it?' Con asked, beginning to braid the ends of her hair.
'Dark,' was all Tornei replied. 'I heard you come back. You'd only been gone a few minutes.'
'Did I wake you up?'
'I wasn't asleep.'
Con dropped her hair and sat up. He went into his pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. Tornei, abeit with difficulty, sat up and took the parchment out of Con's hands.
'Gerbyn said the Half-breeds were on their way back from Esteracre.' said Con as Tornei read the message herself. 'He also told me how none of them listened to you.' he added.
Tornei looked up from the message and handed the parchment back to Con. 'It was understandable. They had just lost their home to a dragon.'
'They still should have listened to you, Tornei. You're their Queen.'
'Am I?' Tornei raised her eyebrow. 'The only Queen they fully respect is Natalia Barron. I'm just...' she looked into Con's eyes and knew he already knew what she was going to say.
'A bitch from another land.' he finished.
Tornei made no movement and none of them spoke. Despite sixteen years of knowing each other, the awkward silences still hung in the air. It must have been a few minutes until there were shouts coming from the village below. Both Tornei and Con looked towards the window and Con climbed off the bed to look out of it.
'What is it?' asked Tornei.
'The Half-breeds are back.' Con replied, not turning away from the window.
'You only just got the message.' said Tornei.
'Actually, I got it earlier. That would've been enough time for them to get back.' Con walked away from the window. 'I need to go see them.' he left the room.
Tornei, again with difficulty, began to climb out of the bed. She stood up and instantly regretted it. The room began to spin and Tornei sat back down again. After a few seconds, she tried standing up again. This time, the room didn't spin as much but as he started to walk, her legs suddenly felt heavy but she, with the strength she had, remained upright. Tornei walked over to the window and looked down to the village. Despite it being dark, she could see a number of figures each scrambling for a scrap of the money they had brought back with them from Esteracre. I wonder if they brought the dwarves back with them as well? thought Tornei as she continued to stare down at the figures. That's the last thing we need.