Clarisse took one last look at her quarters' surroundings before she closed the doors, making sure to lock them so no one was allowed to enter.
"Alright," she sighed.
"I'll talk, as I said I would," she said as she plopped down a chair.
Sophia was eagerly listening to her best friend.
"Right then," Sophia said, "Get on with it."
She was getting impatient.
"Come on, you know you can tell me anything," Sophia coaxed gently.
"Soph," Clarisse called nervously.
"Claire," Sophia called impatiently.
Clariss shot up.
"An arranged marriage!" She yelled.
Sophia's eyes widened.
"Claire, keep your voice down," she reminded.
"It's the Beldovian palace, not a soundproof booth," Sophia said, mumbling, "And it's not known for its privacy, the sounds of father and Emilia going at it is something I can't unhear."
The words Clarisse had told her finally sunk in.
"Hold on," Sophia said.
"An arranged marriage?" She asked, shocked, "For whatever reason?"
