Igma💙;
I stare at Alana as she drops my tray of food on the table. A whole day and she's barely said five words to me.
I feel my heart twist as I watch her. Did I do something wrong? Is she pissed at me??
Why does she seem so cold??
"Queen Cassia said we'd be sharing a hut." I break the silence, an dher hands freeze as she holds out a cup.
She looks up at me as I take the cup from her, and instead of that usual gentleness… and innocence in her eyes… All I see is… malice.
It's so strong it almost looks like hate.
My heart drops into the pit of my stomach as I stare at her eyes. She quickly blinks and looks away from me, and I just stare.
The whole day, she busied herself with tasks, and I didn't have time to see her. Now, it's late at night, and she's still keeping her distance from me. Why??
"A-Alana, why are you—" I begin, but she cuts me off.
"Why did you come?" She demands, with her back turned to me, and arms folded over her chest.
