Arene threw the door open and practically run into the room. She closed the door, locked it and backed away from it as of there was something terrifying behind it.
Aphareus who had been laying in the bed covered in rose petals with two glasses of wine in hand jumped to his feet in surprise. "Arene?"
The queen abruptly turned towards her husband, her face was pale and her breathing was ranged.
"What happened?"
Arene ran to her husband who immediately embraced her and rubbed her back. She was shaking like a leaf, "hey.. it's alright." He sensed that asking her right now about whatever had gotten her so shaken up wasn't a good idea, his poor wife could barely speak. "It's alright my love, you're safe now."
