The hallway to the East wing felt longer than usual or maybe that was just me dragging my feet.
I never would admit this out loud but going to see Amaya made me feel nervous.
I have done all that I can to change that and get over whatever was wrong with me when it came to her.
However, I fear that it’s a lot harder than I expected.
I saw two guards I’d stationed at her door snapped to attention, their backs hitting the wood with a rhythmic thud.
I had barely given the order an hour ago and already, Amaya’s room was heavily guarded.
I didn't look at them. I didn't want to see the fear in their eyes; especially I was already drowning in my own.
I pushed the door open after knocking thrice.
It was a special kind of knock that only I used so she would know when I had come to see her.
