Raegar stepped back from the crackling fire, the aroma of his carefully prepared meal wafting through the cool evening air. He let out a satisfied sigh and settled against the stone wall, its solid presence grounding him after a long day.
He pulled out a bottle of sake. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he retrieved it, and he took a well-worn cup that bore the faint scratches of countless from Bloodfang Forest. Without waiting, he poured some, and the smell hit his nose.
As Raegar cooked, he mused, 'At least I can still whip up a meal, but my hunger seems to grow stronger with each passing day.'
The first sip was warm and smooth, a gentle heat spreading through his chest, easing the tension from his shoulders and numbing the pain that had plagued him since the assassin fight.
Setting the cup beside him, he turned his attention to the meal. ''Time to eat,'' he muttered, grabbing the food.
