Chapter Twenty Two

The sailor’s calls interrupted our sleep, I could not hear what they said, but there was a call and answer to their tone, a sense of rhythm. “They’re dropping the sails so they can anchor,” Rivyn observed. I could feel and hear the change in the ship, the sense of movement slowly easing. “We must have arrived.” Daylight spilled down the stairs into the galley - it was morning and we had slept late into it.

We dressed and ate what was left from the sailor’s breakfast, before joining them on deck. Valhared hailed Rivyn immediately, and I watched them peer over the balustrade and into the water below. Rivyn returned to me and framed my face in his hands.

“Stay on the top deck, my wife,” he said, brushing his lips over mine. “And out of the ocean. This will not take long.”

I watched him scatter spell components into the water before stripping down to his trousers and diving neatly into the waves. I leaned against the b