Vai watched the High King's breathing slow and frowned. Valhym's king was nothing like the empress. Nothing like Lyra either. Perhaps it was because he was ill, surely the king couldn't be so...powerless.

Silently, Vai moved a chair to the bedside and sat down, leaning his head back. High King Eirik was ill and had been recently attacked. Not to mention Lyra's occasional ire. A king was a king after all and Vai smiled in the dark. He'd done it. His failure at Aryus redeemed. Surely this was where he belonged, at his mistress's and his new king's side. The highest place of honor in all Valhym, and if his mistress's plans proved fruitful, all of En.