She stood fluidly. It only took two steps to cross my tiny room. She blew out all the candles save one, and she took that one from the holder. I became aware that my queen was in a nightrobe and wrapper. Her hair hung in a thick gold braid down her back. “It’s night,” I said stupidly. “Yes. Very late at night. Go to sleep now, Fitz.” “What are you doing here so late at night?” “Watching you sleep.”
