She began to be lulled to sleep by the droning noise of their trip.
An hour passed by when Neil noticed her struggling to sleep comfortably. Oriana was leaning her head against the frame of the carriage and she would be jostled awake every time their carriage hit a rock or a pit.
"Orian, if you can't sleep comfortably like that, you can keep your head on my shoulder."
The moment he said it, a certain someone from the principal carriage opened his eyes, the usual calm ocean blue color turning stormy.
His hearing sense tended to always lean towards his little pet whenever she was around, and even the smallest details concerning her would catch his attention.
Hearing Neil's offer, despite it being a gesture made out of goodwill, struck a raw nerve for Arlan. His attendant said something he should not have.
'You better not use his shoulder.' Arlan narrowed his eyes and heard her say, "It's alright, Neil. I am fine."
