Margaret tossed and turned on her bed, she hadn't felt this lonely in a long while, her father had been chosen to be on the delegation across the Marug to meet with the human king. She tossed once again, looking up to the ceiling of the room in which she had slept, there was the beautiful sight of the tasteful furnishing on the insides of the castle roof, she stared at it for a moment before allowing her mind wander back to the thought of loneliness that assaulted her senses.
This hadn't happened before, she hadn't ever missed the burdens of company, people always seemed to tire her. That hadn't been the case with Marcus though, his presence felt comfortable in the strangest kind of way, she still hadn't put a tag on what she was supposed to be doing attracted to the most significant hurd
