Leyla lay on her bed, watching the shadows dance on the ceiling, her arms splayed out and her eyes heavily lidded and unfocused. The last week had been so uninteresting, so boring. Nothing interesting had happened since the king had passed away. The women who stayed in the harem were likely the farthest thing from anyone's mind as the torch was passed, and they had been largely ignored aside from the necessities. It was dull, but she couldn't say it really bothered her. Better than having to work all day to earn a pittance.<br/><br/>The sound of conversation drifted into her room from the main hall. Leyla blinked, interested. It sounded like the king's successor might have finally arrived, though she couldn't hear clearly enough to know for sure. She recognized the smooth, lyrical voice of Amiee, talking with someone new, a man.<br/>She considered going out to meet him, but decided against it. She didn't want to interrupt his meeting with Roshatha. The woman could be unpleasant when angered, and it really wasn't worth the trouble. Besides, she figured if he wanted to meet her, he would seek her out soon enough.