Annabelle's eye kept staring at the castle, which was getting further and further away from her sight. Finally, her eyes could only see the top of the tower, getting smaller and smaller.
This morning, the horse-drawn carriage took him to the palace, along with King George's entourage. Albert sat beside her and stared at his wife's unreadable face. His warm hand grabbed Annabelle's hand and gave her support. Annabelle turned and looked at her husband with a smile. A smile that seemed forced by Annabelle.
"Relax, I'm with you," said Albert.
Without answering, Annabelle immediately pressed her head against Albert's chest. It was as if all her weight had been lifted from her shoulders as she entered into her husband's arms. Albert hugged Annabelle gently and touched his wife's stomach. It gives a sense of comfort because of the shock of the train they are riding.
