Raavi watched as Caspian went down from his horse, pulling down the scarf covering his nose and mouth as he walks. The coat he wore when he left was still on, but when he removed and passed it to a waiting servant, he was wearing his usual finery—which gave her the impression that he has sought the presence of the Council and the King. Even from afar, she could sense the tension from him, leading her to assume that his meeting had not been well. He had worked on it for days and he looked like he did not get the result he was expecting.
When he was finally out of sight, that is when her nerves kick in. Her gaze moving to each of the candles frantically, as if she would get a solution from their dancing flames. She was in all sorts of panic, her mind racing with different questions as to wh
