"H-Havega?" he stammered. "My lord." A smile spread across her face. Hadrian let his eyes run over the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the curls of dark hair cascading over her shoulders, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through him. "Havega," he said again, and felt himself smiling, all grievances forgotten, all discomfort forgotten, everything forgotten, as he was transported back sixteen years, to before his wife had gone Silent.