Rhaegar regarded her in silence.
She gave a small shrug. "Word travels fast. They say you rescued a young lady from the alley behind the Command—gravely wounded, no less. I confess, I am curious… what manner of woman compels Lord Rhaegar to keep vigil through the night himself?"
After a pause, he answered simply, "It is Caelith."
Isabella stilled.
The smile faded slowly from her lips, replaced by something more complex—thoughtful, perhaps, or tinged with surprise.
"Dorian's wife?" she asked.
"Yes." he cut in response.
She studied him for a long moment—then, suddenly, she laughed softly.
"Well… that explains much."
"What does?"
"Nothing of importance." She waved a hand lightly. "Is she badly hurt?"
Rhaegar inclined his head.
