The Lady

The antechamber, wood paneled with fine tapestries and carved furnishings, was stifling. Anya held the silver goblet close, letting the coolness seep in. The wine was iced and refreshing, but strong. She stood, to not sweat through her shift. The Lady Adrenin had made her wait some time, insistent the many windows stay shut, with the curtains open. She suspected the waiting was to put her off guard. The lady suspected she would drink deeply of the chilled strongwine. Anya tempered her patience, and refused to drink. She would learn where the boy was sent without revealing what she knew.