Chapter 10 Part 8 | Son in Sorrow | IHGK Book 2
Inside the pavilion sat a table and a low lounge before it. Glasses, plates and various delicacies covered the tablecloth; Ansella wondered where the servants who'd carted everything up here were hiding, but the falling water would mask any conversation beyond the pavilion itself. Harsin walked to the pool's edge and pulled out a bottle of foamwine, chilled in the icy water. He wiped the bottle with a white towel, opened it and filled their glasses.
The wine was cold and crisp, so young it was almost as clear as the water. Ansella took a long sip. "Beautiful."
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