*Rafe*
Standing in the hallway, waiting for someone to open the door to Ainslee’s room, I’m feeling nervous. It’s not a sensation I’m used to, not one I like to admit to. But it’s true. We parted on ugly terms when I saw her earlier today, and I don’t know if she’s had time to calm down or if she’s still simmering over the edge.
I’m also concerned about how some of the other guests at dinner might treat her. I’ve told King Axel why she is here and my intentions, but he thinks I’ve gone too far. Perhaps he’s right, but only time will tell.
Riley will see her in the same light that a lion sees a savory piece of meat.
And Kris is irate about the situation at the culling still, so I’m sure he’ll be a prick.
I just hope that Ainslee can keep from saying anything too harsh to me or anyone e
