Viona's POV
Another week passed, and the news on TV was still reporting the same stale thing. The government and allied countries were still doing their best to negotiate with the nation at war.
To hell with diplomacy. Even the neighbourhood dogs would bark in embarrassment at how slow they were. So would I.
A knock on my bedroom door made me reach for the remote and switch off the TV displaying that same tired news report.
"Come in." I stood from the sofa and straightened my satin kimono.
A kimono that whenever I wore it after a morning shower like this, Rafael would always find a way to hide it.
A moment later, Rodrique stepped through the door as I sat down in front of my vanity table.
"Ma'am, they found another camp where some of the hospital staff who escaped have been hiding," Rodrique spoke plainly. Through the mirror's reflection, I saw him lower his gaze, a restless frown etched across his face.
"And?"
My question did not receive an immediate answer.
