My leg bounced up and down underneath the table, my anxiety reaching a peak that it hasn’t reached in ages. Alaric was sitting across from me, at the foot of the table, with a deep scowl on his face. I couldn’t even begin to guess what was going through his mind, but I knew that it was only a matter of time until he spoke it—and then I would need to explain a lot more than I initially planned on explaining to him.
The reason why things were this awkward, this tense, was simply because Hera had not yet made her appearance, despite the fact that I had called on her ten minutes ago. I couldn’t understand what was taking her this long. I had made sure that the tailors knew that they were not to keep her busy for too long, for she needed more than enough time to prepare.
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