Armel sits on the couch of his room with crossed arms. The best he can do now is wait, but he finds himself unable to stand still. It's quite the odd feeling to the him that is used to sitting on a hard golden chair for hours on end, listening to boorish old men speaking.
Marguerite went to nap, she was tired and he didn't want her to push herself. So he told her to sleep, even though she's been sleeping a lot lately.
It almost feels like she is slowly getting drained without her realizing it. He wants to help her, to uncover her smile once more, but how?
He remembers the day at the beach. He might never forget. She had the most beautiful smile on then.
He rubs the ring on his thumb. It has a golden gem on it. She said it matches his aura when she gave him the ring.
He sighs, Thinking hoe he was looking for Edward until earlier, demanding that he seeks out Áine, but didn't find him.
