Minutes stretched into hours as Belle waited for her husband's return in the room. The rain only seemed to grow stronger, pounding restlessly against the windows and thundering so loud that she couldn't hear anything beyond it. She paced the room restlessly, moving from the window to the door, trying to calm her anxious mind about his whereabouts.
Could it be that he had already come back and gone straight to the room given to him, believing she must have fallen asleep through this storm by now? Belle wondered, but then quickly dismissed the thought. It was so unlike her husband, no matter what, even if he believed she had fallen asleep, Rohan would still come and check on her.
What could possibly be keeping him out? Or was he somewhere, waiting for the rain to stop before returning? He had once told her that flying in a heavy rain drained him faster.
