52
~Belinda's POV
I paced around my room like a madwoman. The floor was cold against my bare feet, but I didn't care. I didn't even realize when I flung the vase off the table or yelled at the maid who brought me tea. I was too restless. Too anxious. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched and unclenched my fists.
"Where is he?" I muttered, glaring at the clock. The council meeting was taking too long. Way too long.
Another maid tiptoed past my door, probably trying not to get noticed. "You!" I shouted. She froze. "Why are you sneaking around like a thief? Get out! All of you, out of my wing!"
They scurried away like frightened mice.
I threw myself on the couch and then got up again a second later. I couldn't sit still. My heart was pounding. My mind was spinning.
Then I heard it.
The familiar sound of tires on gravel.
I flew to the window. The black car had just pulled up in front of the house.
"Father!" I screamed and ran out before the driver could even open the door.
