Bab 173: He Messed Up

Vyan stirred awake, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow over his room. His head throbbed faintly; it was a dull reminder of the events from the previous night. 

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed Iyana sitting on a chair near the window. He squinted his eyes to realize she was engrossed in one of his books. For a moment, Vyan simply watched her. Her presence helped ease some of the lingering discomfort.

But wait, what is she doing here?

Glancing at the clock, he noted the time: eight in the morning. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the imperial court today?" He rubbed his temples and pushed himself up. 

Iyana looked up from the book, snapping it shut with a soft thud. She arched an eyebrow, her expression amused yet questioning. "Why do you know that I should be at the court today?"