Thea felt as though the world was moving far too slowly around her. She, Freya and Marcus made their way back to the suit of rooms that Freya had been given. Liam was nowhere in sight to take over the guard shift, and so Marcus stepped into place.
Marcus and Freya had been excited, talking about the prowess of the Milanic Knights and how the Griffin Riders or Verne measured up. Other than a few comments of agreement, Thea felt that she had little to add.
She followed Freya into the room that had been assigned as a reception room and her friend turned to face her with a smile.
‘Why don’t you rest for the morning?’ Freya suggested, ‘It will give you time to recover before the dance this evening?’
Thea pursed her lips, reluctant to leave the Princess with only Marcus outside, but Freya
