Third-Person Narrative.
Nala walked down the length of the hall, her dress in her hand. She was anxious when she found the door of her bedroom wide open.
Without a second thought, she walked right in to meet Tyron who was seated right across on the armchair. Slowly, she smiled.
"Hey," she called out to him.
It was then she noticed the not-so-happy look on his face. Tyron had both his hands joined before his face as he looked back at her.
"Hey," was all he could manage to say.
Nala grew worried. The look she gave him demanded an explanation for his current mood.
After some hesitation, Tyron sighed.
"It's the council. They've called for another meeting," he said with a sigh.
Soon, it was her turn to frown.
“You know we don't have to go if you don't want to,” he said calmly to her
