After watching Lisandra and Alphonse leave together toward the lake, Amael lifted himself off the ground and flew back toward the mountain.
Their home now, he supposed. Though he'd been the one to find it first, the place had changed in the three years since the two former Queens had arrived.
He'd been a simple man with simple needs. A straw bed, some clothes, a fire pit. That had been sufficient.
But Lisandra and Alphonse were decidedly not simple women, and they had made their feelings about his 'bachelor cave' abundantly clear within the first week. The transformation that followed had been comprehensive and, he had to admit, considerable improvement.
