Sighing loudly as she walked through the halls of the castle, Gisella tried to find a way out. She had settled onto her resolve late last night after coming back from the kitchens. Tossing and turning in her bed she realised she had to find out what Ryre was hiding from her.
It was obvious that he was—hiding something, that was.
The way he avoided her gaze, the short words he spoke to her even in the gardens, and the way he refused to speak about anything that happened within the castle all proved her theory. Ryre was hiding something from her and she was intent on trying to find out what it was.
She tried to think of what it might be or any clues she had learnt in her stay that may help her. Half of the battle was her trying to figure out if he was being secretive or if she just didn’t know him as well as she thought she did.
