Ophelia paced through her room, the storm rising outside her balcony as dense showers hit the palace diagonally.
Water stained the floor near the balcony door but she could hardly care about it as her thoughts of Ezra continued to haunt her.
The way he had stood there for a few moments and disappeared, leaving her all alone, it was something that made no sense to her.
And before she could continue to think more of it, the hair rose at the nape of her neck and she stopped.
Her back was turned towards the balcony and the only light in the room was from the wick of a small candle in one corner, eliciting the scent of cinnamon and lavender in the air.
"You're back." She mumbled, without turning around but knowing well enough that he was standing right behind him.
Ezra's eyes search
