Runa slid into the steaming water of the large pool in Narran’s personal bathing room. This room, much like his bedroom, had a balcony that let in fresh air and let the bathers look out over the city.

Narran was rinsing his hair as she got in. “You’re late, my dear.” He turned to her as she walked up to him, hip deep in the pool. “What would people say if my personal guard was absent for even a moment?”

Runa rolled her eyes and rested her arms on his ...