They entered an opulent bedchamber. Taking off her dirt-covered cloak, Maxi’s eyes passed over the expansive bed and the rest of the luxurious furnishings throughout the room. Perhaps she had spent too much time hunkered in tattered blankets on the floor of grimy tents, for the comforts around her felt strangely foreign.
“Come, sit,” Riftan said, guiding her in.
Maxi pulled a chair close to the fireplace and sank into it, a contented sigh seeping out of her. She had forgotten how wonderful it was to warm herself before a blazing fire.
Removing her gloves, she dumped them on her lap and drew her hands closer to the flames. Riftan watched her wordlessly for a moment before handing her a silver goblet filled with wine.
“Drink this. It’ll warm you up.”
“Th-Thank you.”
Maxi accepted the cup and took a sip. True to his words, the potent liquor soon warmed her body. She drained the goblet and held out the empty vessel.
“M-May I have some more?”
