“Cyan, wake up.”
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
A crack of thunder, followed by Ghuli’s soft gasp, made Cyan open his eyes. Ghuli's large, hazel eyes instantly watered, and Cyan scooted over in his bed to let her climb in.
“You are getting too old for this, you know?”
“I know.” Ghuli curled up to Cyan and wiped her eyes. “Forgive me.”
He wrapped his arms around her and sighed. “Try to sleep. The storm will pass soon.”
“How can you sleep through storms?”
“I like them.”
“Do they not hurt your ears?”
“Just the ones that are closest, but I’m rarely awake to hear them.”
“You can still go to sleep.”
“Not while you talk to me.”
“I just…The thunder sounds like the army.”
Cyan paused, instinctively drew Ghuli closer as another roll of thunder made her tremble. “I know.”
“It won’t find us here, will it?”
“If it does, I’ll protect you.”
“No. I won’t lose you, too, Cyan. I forbid you.”
“Well, you aren’t a queen yet, so you can’t tell me what to do. Go to sleep.”
Ghuli was silent for a long time. Cyan was wise enough to know, however, that her mind was turning countless thoughts around in her head.
“I miss him,” she finally said.
Cyan sighed again. “So do I.”