Ferahon was sitting at the high place in her chamber when Clara walked in. Her chin rested on her left palm obviously, she was thinking about what her next move will be after the huge disappointment she was met with.
Clara saw clearly, she was troubled. She gazed at her mother for some time and wondered what could be going on in her mind, before breaking her silence. "What troubles you mother?"
Ferahon changed her sitting position. She moved her chin away from her palm and faced her daughter. "Why are you asking me such stupid questions? You know why I'm thinking. Don't pretend you don't know!"
"Okay, I don't know mother, can you tell me if you don't mind?"
"Don't be silly Clara. We are in the middle of a war and all you can do was to ask me what was troubling me, are you ki
