NYMRA
"Wait!" The dowager's voice rang out as I took the first step down the raised platform of the pavilion.
Halting abruptly, I waited for what came next. I wasn't going to just turn to face simply because she told me to wait.
"We could work something out, a compromise," she offered shakingly. I could feel the anxiety in her voice.
Pivoting to face her, my gaze panned to her son waiting for him to say something to counter what his mother just proposed but he seemed unperturbed by the suggestion of compromise.
"A compromise." I repeated.
"Yes, think about it, there has to be something else we could do. Something else you want that can be made possible right now."
