The sound of running, soft rustling water came from the room instead of the steady breathing Silas had expected.
From that alone, one of the two conclusions offered themselves; either Arabella was still not asleep or… Someone else was in the room with her.
Upon rushing to the door, the two guards he had entrusted with her safety greeted him.
"Did anything out of the ordinary occur?" he asked.
"No, my Lord," one of them replied.
"Did anyone visit in my absence?"
"No one has come since you left, my Lord," the second one spoke.
"The sun is soon to rise. Head back to your quarters,"
With those words, uttered in a tone as cold as ice, Silas dismissed them.
Perhaps it was time to work on that? The way people perceived him never bothered him before but… When standing next to Arabella, a certain distance carved itself a place between them just through the crater of a difference in their demeanors.
