Jiro POV

Smiling to himself about the afterglow he’d just walked into, Jiro strolled over and pulled up a straight-backed chair, but Cyran patted the bed beside him. “This isn’t the Great Hall or the council chamber. We’re family, aren’t we? And isn’t it time to have my tea?”

Jiro crawled on the bed and stretched out beside Cyran, just brimming with the good news. “The witches say that you can eat a regular diet, with the tea reduced to once a day for the next two ...