Neither had much to share since their conversation earlier that day. Although the silence between them remained cozy, Arabella's mind rewound past that and straight back to the kiss they had the previous night… That one too was left undiscussed after the fact as their thoughts and emotions were left to each other's imagination.
No aching plagued her heart, but the weight dragging it downwards persisted, nonetheless. The weight of many things combined.
Things such as the state of their relationship after everything, the state of her brother, the upcoming meeting with the council as well as the funeral of Reubon who had caused so much grief when his role should have been to strive for the opposite.
Sitting in a cold mind pocket of her own, she wondered how life would have panned out had she been born to a father such as Baron Ironheart.
"What goes through your mind?"
The question was enough of a reminder that Silas still ambled the hallways beside her.
