Raegar was resting while sipping on the sake and hissed when it burned his scarred throat, but he soon got used to it. Moments later, his gaze drifted to the deep sea beyond the window, its mysterious depths shimmering under the moon's glow.
''I do love this view,'' he muttered while downing the rest of the bottle. ''Better than a balcony.''
His attention returned to the ocean, stretching out like an endless dream, both haunting and serene. Raegar caught a fleeting spectacle, a school of fish, their scales glinting like scattered jewels, darting through the water.
They wove among the swaying underwater brush, nibbling at the fronds with. For a moment, the world beyond his pain felt alive, pulsing with quiet wonder, and he let himself linger in its fleeting solace, a warrior adrift in the tide of both loss and hope.
