2:05 AM. House of Bovem. Lorna.

Dozens of candles are so bright they give me a headache, yet the house is dark as I stand in the courtyard. You’d never know from beyond the gate what goes on in my home. I’m late, I think. About seventeen years late. The guards are inside from 2:05:30 to 2:06:15 tonight and I know I have ample time to disappear from the keepers of time before they return to their posts, which they will vacate at 7:00, replaced as the sun replaces the moon. The gate swings shut behind me without a problem and I can only pray the rest of the night follows its lead…