Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns everything. I can only wish I was her.

The outside world was a dangerous place. It was full of murderers and thieves, Rats and rushers. They both knew about the dangers; they had to deal with them nearly every single day. She could be killed by a Rat when she is on duty; he, although it was unlikely, could be murdered by those wanting to claim the throne and be the next Rogue. But here together, under the covers in his room and wrapped in each other's arms, they felt warm and content. They felt safe.