"Are you okay, my lady?" Aurelia waved a hand in her face, rousing her back to reality.
"Of course, I am." Islinda expelled a deep breath before staring down at the meal set in front of her.
"You seem distracted, perhaps, it was a bad idea to let you have breakfast in bed," Aurelia said with annoyance in her tone while shooting Rosalind standing at the corner a glare.
The austere-looking Rosalind stood straight with her head lifted high. Her lips were pressed together firmly, yet she did not give Aurelia the satisfaction of eliciting a response from her. But, the strange tension between both women could be sensed from miles away and made it so hard to breathe.
