"What's wrong?" He asked, following her quietly.
Mircea didn't reply to his question, she simply kept walking until they reached her chambers. She let go of his hand and closed the door on the guards faces. Mircea then walked to her desk and plopped in her chair sighing for the nth time.
Athos finally registered the presence of the papers. "What are those?" He asked again, staring at the papers.
"Find out for yourself." She shoved the papers toward him, resigning from the straight posture that she had for days long. After a long moment of silence she got up "I need water." She massaged her temples looking for the orange steel jug that she always had in her study.
