-Black Opal-
-Nether Regions-
"Andras is away on a trip," Helion said, clearing his throat. "I can have Rolfe go fetch him."
Derora's eyes were narrowed, "What are you keeping from me?" She demanded, easily picking up on her husband's discomfort. He always avoided her eyes when he was keeping things from her.
"Let's send off Rolfe first, a lot has happened in three centuries." He said, helping her off him.
Derora fell quiet at that, taking her husband's arm as they left the throne room. She had easily found his throne room in the darkness, familiar with the space.
Now that she thought about it, her room had more candles than she remembered. But she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings after she woke up, she had only thought of her husband and child, and had immediately gone on a search for them.