Alfred walked through the gates of the Palace. His breathing got heavier walking through its walls and heading towards his bedroom. He didn't know how to react in front of Isra. Should he smile and act normal? Be serious, pretend nothing happened, or tell her the truth. He didn't know. He stood there for minutes trying to put a smile on. He didn't want her to know. He didn't want her to see him as less.
With a deep breath and a fake smile, Alfred turned the door handle. His head poked through and saw her sitting there, brushing her obsidian hair. She turned her head and her eyes lit up seeing Alfred. Practically leaping out of her chair she ran over, embracing him.
