Her fingers wrapped so tightly around that quill, Arabella paid no attention to anything that surrounded her aside from the map and notepad before her eyes.
Even when the door to the map room cracked open, her eyes remained glued to what stood in front of them.
There were too many voices in her head to consider. They drowned every shred of peace or reason that might have lived in her.
"What happened?"
Even Silas' voice managed to gather her heed for less than a second.
"I simply need to mark all of the territories that you've already covered and then-" her eyebrows did not stop furrowing as her irises were ahead of the ink that dried up on the paper.
"You've spoken to the prince," he cut her off.
At those words, her hand froze in place momentarily but then continued on scribbling furiously without giving him an answer.
"What happened?" Silas asked again, putting more weight on his words that time around.
