"What's going on?" Olivia asked in a whisper, all the while her eyes stayed glued on Maxen's retreating back.
It was then that she felt something warm envelope the back of her hand. On instinct, her eyes snapped down to her hand that was planted on the table, and she saw Queen Isla's hands, cupping hers.
Peering up to look at her mother-in-law, Olivia saw a smile ghosted the queen's face.
"Don't worry," Queen Isla reassured Olivia. "Maxen just needs to shoot his arrow on the target. For tradition's sake."
"But." Olivia opened her mouth to protest, her head snapped left and right to look for the target which Queen Isla mentioned. However it was pitch dark, and all she could see were silhouettes of trees lined up on the other side of the lake. "Where's the target?"
