There was a brief silence. Ariana did not know why, but it was like her brain had made a hissing sound and her vision had momentarily blurred.
Was this the fourth war, and was that why the Queen Mother had not said anything? Ariana had been curious about why this lady, ever since she woke up, had not talked about her son.
Though Ariana noticed the slight guilt on the lady's face, her head was too full for her to think deeply on it.
Was her husband going… to—no, that was impossible. Zavren couldn't. She believed in him and knew that nothing would ever happen to her husband. But her heart began to race. It raced so fast and so loudly that she could hear it herself.
She pressed her lips together as she tried not to think deeply on it. Everything was alright. Everything was fine. At least, she hoped. She pressed her lips together again as she tried to stay calm, but the old woman stared at her worriedly.
