Chapter 109

The clock on the wall chimed nine in the morning. Plates with the leftovers of Ayla and Rhobart’s breakfast were on the table inside their room.

A strong blizzard was howling outside.

Kerra was sleeping peacefully in front of the fireplace.

Ayla lay on the bed watching the red and orange flames dancing in the fireplace, her head on Rhobart’s bare chest. He was leaning back against the pillows, reading to her from a book written in Old Nordmarian while his fingers were combing her unbraided hair. Ayla barely understood what Rhobart was reading, but nonetheless, she loved listening to his voice.

A week had passed since the Magic Teacher arrived at the Fire Monastery. Ayla had spent most of the time either with the Snow Elf trying to find a way to restore her magic, with Milton in the Great Library, or with Atlas and the twins training with the dagger. Rhobart sometimes joined her, but he was mostly busy with the preparations for the war and often met with the chief of the Fire Clan