Ariana sat at the dining table, eating quietly. She hadn't seen Zavren since morning, and she was worried. She was sure he must have left when she fell asleep—just as he had said he would.
And this morning, she hadn't woken up to find him by her side, which meant he hadn't returned after leaving last night. Not to mention, he hadn't even come down for breakfast.
What was happening?
She needed to know.
Was Zavren okay?
She reminded herself—this was Zavren, the King of Eltones. He always had things under control. Yet, why did it bother her so much? Why was she scared? Why did she feel like something was going on that she had no idea about?
Still, she had to understand—he must have had his reasons.
She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized she was no longer eating—only moving her fork around her pancakes absentmindedly.
Leah, who had noticed, hadn't wanted to disturb her, but as time passed, her worry deepened.
