Kingdom of Ash

Dorian cast a glance to the adjacent tower,
where Maeve slept. A dangerous, dangerous
game.
The dark tower beyond hers seemed to
throb with power. The council room down the
hall from it was still lit, however. And in the
hall—motion. People striding past the torches.
Hurrying.
Stupid. Utterly stupid, and yet he found
himself flapping into the frigid night. Found
himself banking, then swooping to a cracked
window along the hallway.
He pushed the window open a bit farther
with his beak, and listened.
“Months I’ve been here, and now he
refuses my counsel?” A tall, thin man
stomped down the hall. Away from Erawan’s
council room. Toward the tower door at the
end of the hall and the blank-faced guards
stationed there.