a candlelit dinner

In the darkest corner, at a table lit by a single flickering candle, she thought she’d seen—but that would be impossible—But as the woman tossed her head back to laugh quietly, the noise not carrying through the rumbling conversations to reach her, Egwene got a better look. It was Moiraine, hair falling softly to cover her face from the room, leaning on another woman’s shoulder. The woman said something into Moiraine’s ear, and the Aes Sedai smiled so genuinely—eyes crinkling with mirth and glistening with love—that Egwene’s mouth fell open. Moiraine, the icy woman whose heart had to be entirely frozen over for her to maintain the level of composure that she did, to persuade them to follow her plans—Moiraine, melting in this woman’s arms.