There was nothing but silence in the room.
Servants avoided this wing of the palace as much as they could, terrified that the drop of a pin might cause a new storm. The world was caught up in a hurricane. We are at war, soldiers are being torn away from their families, regular farmland is being turned over to become a part of a network of trenches and travel is restricted even in the territories far away from the front line. This room was the eye of the hurricane. Quiet, with a fake sense of peace.
Aris kept the war far away from me, even if its effects were written all over his face every time he visited. For once, I didn’t mind it. I did not want to work, I did not want to meet with lunas and discuss political alliances. I wanted peace and quiet, so that the hurricane may just pass us
