She crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling.
The prince was not looking at her. That wasn't anything new. It was what she expected.
It didn't mean that she could easily fall asleep. It didn't mean that she wasn't keenly aware of him there, of the shift in his weight as he tossed or turned. She could almost track his breathing from it alone.
Which made her hyperaware of how not asleep she was, and...
Made falling asleep a bit more impossible.
The thing is...
She hadn't even slept well without Donncahd here.
And with the knowledge of the dance weighing down on her...
There was a lot going on in her mind, and very little sleep being had.
After some time of her just laying there, trying to be still and quiet and not disturb him, there was a sudden shifting.
His eyes were open and glaring at her.
"Can't sleep." She murmured, to defend against his unspoken accusation.
He was quiet for a long time.
Long enough that she started to think he might not respond at all.
