Her plate untouched, Aera watched the others eat and chatter, feeling a ghost of the same ache Zeke felt whilst watching them. A connected family. Her own had never been warm to her. Not when she was born as a second; the shadow of an omen of change. Twins always brought tidings of a new path. Aera had been the mutant. The warped blade that had punctured their family and cast a shadow darker than her hair. 
Truthfully, the only time she had felt loved was in Ziad, when under Envy's care, quarreling with Ruli and Zeke and Alais.

Aera put a smile on her lips when Kire said they would retire, asking first about the cells. "You may." She answered with a soft nod. "The court is yours to roam, save for the tier above us. It is for the privacy of the royal family. You may be shadowed by elves, but they are under orders to simply keep watch." The princess informed them. She glanced to the servants waiting nearby, requesting that they be shown the way to their rooms.
"When you have time," Aera said softly to Zeke. "I would enjoy a conversation."
He grinned at her, rubbing the part of his head where his spine met his skull. "As would I." He obliged, before the young servant, at least in appearances, led them away. 

They were led deeper into the mountain, the moonlight vanishing but the stone no less warm within. The floral scent never melted away, tangling with the scent of sweet herbs. Illuminated with candles, the servant led them into a wide corridor that arched slightly to the right, following the curve of the mountains face. Three white doors, each with a large window of elegant stained glass in the center, stood equal distances apart. The first door, the stained glass depicting a white rose in a garden of green, was opened and Zeke invited within. The second, the window depicting a lotus on a soft blue pool, was opened, the three women led within.
It was a large chamber with a window that was burrowed into the stone, the glass sealed shut, but somehow the moonlight seemed to shine through. There was a excessively large four post bed to their left, the curtains the same soft purple of the banners hung open. Despite the bed being large enough to fit three persons of Narda's size comfortably, there were two other cots brought in, low mattresses side by side at the foot of the grande bed. 
White wood furniture, a wardrobe stocked full, a vanity desk with a spotless mirror, a table with four chairs, and a dividing screen embroidered with midnight blue fabric and bright green ivy leaves, were aligned neatly against the walls. From somewhere behind the screen, running water could be heard; the mountain wall opened up to allow a small stream to run through. 

Ed's room, the glass window portraying the Lithilote moonflower on a bed of purple, stood at the far end, just beside Kire's and the others. The servant elf, who introduced herself to Ed as Farryn, instructed they ask if they have need of anything before she left them to their own devices.