RAIN FELL on Adarlanian soil for five days. The people were beginning to wonder why rain plagued their days when it was supposed to be summer.
But the Wolf knew why. The weather mirrored the dark and gloomy aura of the owner of the room he was standing outside of. With a deep breath, he knocked and entered when he heard her faint voice letting him in.
The whole five days, Soren had not stepped out of the confines of her chambers. The stench of raging sadness surrounded the area. He was actually really guilty about dropping such a huge bomb on her merely minutes after she came back home.
In the couple years that Fenrys has known Soren, he never saw her so silent. She was a breath of fresh air. With her quick wit and sharp tongue, she was always a joy to be with. Her smiles and shining bright eyes were enough to pull out a grin from anyone.
Seeing her now, it was as if he was staring at a whole new person. It was as if the life was sucked out of her, only leaving a husk with no emotion. Sapphire eyes were dim as she blankly looked out the window.
“Aelin and Rowan went back to Terrasen earlier this morning,” Fenrys started to talk, hoping to get some sort of reaction from her, “She said she was nauseous. Honestly, if you’d ask me, why would she leave if she was feeling sick, right? Personally, I think she’d be better staying here if she really is—”
“I know,” her dry tone cuts him off, “I saw them leave.”
“Sure you did,” Fenrys drags a lone chair to sit next to her, “With all that staring you're doing.”
“Why didn't you leave with your Queen, Fen? She will want you with her, I’m sure.”
The Wolf let out a sigh, “You are correct, but she knows my Carranam needs me so she let me stay. After I asked her, of course.”
Soren scoffs but says nothing. That was a start. It wasn't the reaction he wanted, but a reaction nonetheless.
