A R A B E L L A ' S P. O. V Rowan passed me my blue cardigan to go over the white eyelet dress I chose to wear today. The material stretched over my large bump, but fortunately didn't tear like some of my other clothes. "Is Hardin with him today?" Our eyes met in the mirror as I nodded. Almost the entire Palace was aware of Benjamin's fragile condition. A few days ago, the very day Hardin and I had made up, Benjamin awoke from his coma. We had rushed down immediately, both thinking we could finally speak to him about the events that unfolded the tragic night he was taken. Yet, nothing. Benjamin was fine physically, there was nothing wrong with his vocal chords or muscles, but he refused to talk or move. Instead, he merely lay there everyday staring into a abyss of nothing and igno