Between rehearsals and studies in the library as well as the map room, Arabella's feet were killing her.
Although, she remained thankful that the day went along without too many hitches or any encounters with the prince.
Aside from a short-lived eye contact established with her grandfather as he walked towards the gardens, nothing else came from their side.
By the time she'd woken up that very morning, Silas had already been gone with the human search party on the hunt for the smallest, meekest trace of Allegra.
Regretfully, no one reached any significant development on the matter. Not Liriel, not Morgana and certainly not Silas.
"My Lady," Cassandra stood before Arabella and curtsied.
The young woman took a long look at the maid. At her face, expression and body language. None of those appeared any different from the previous night at all.
The smile Cassandra tried so hard to keep on left brush strokes in the wrong places across her features.
