'Shit, I should call her,' Zaeryn thought as he stared up at the cloudless sky. He clearly remembered the specific way she had said it.
'Next time, you should be the one to call me.'
A genuine sense of happiness settled in his chest. It felt good knowing that Viora actually wanted him to be the one to reach out to her.
The fact that he now knew her personally and got along felt strange. Viora had spent most of his life being unknown to him. And when he found out about her she was an impossible figure in the distance. Royal and untouchable and the kind of sister he had convinced himself would never really look down from her high place long enough to see him as anything worth reaching for.
And now she had asked him to call. And Zaeryn planned to do just that. He will take every opportunity to strengthen their new brother and sister relationship.
Zaeryn sat up slowly.
Arya glanced at him. "Tired?"
"A little," he said. Then he smiled faintly. "I think I'm going to head inside."
