Sam P.O.V.
I never left her side. She oversaw all the preparations, and it hadn't taken long to sort, especially with Elizabeth's persistence. The enforcers flew back and forth from the kitchen's food stores and quickly piled everything down into the cellars. Once everything was done, we sat in the communal hall and had dinner. We tried to act normal, but every small noise or uncomfortable moan that came from Elizabeth had me on edge, and Elizabeth seemed uneasy. I mean, I could understand why, but something seemed to be eating her up on the inside. I leant closer to her and spoke quietly into her ear.
"Liz, is everything alright? Something seems to be agitating you, and I know it's not just the imminent rogue attack!" Her eyes fell onto her plate, and I could see the turmoil behind her
