She looked out the window as the carriage rode through the forest path. She could feel his eyes on her, but she ignored, as her mind was crammed with thoughts that rebelled against her sense of intimidation or uneasiness, turning it null as the seers prophecies worried her more.
Every closer path they got to the seers abode made her heart throb in anticipation of what they would say to her, although they were always ambiguous and puzzling, she hoped they would give her a plausible clarification.
She was lost in her train of thoughts when Damien's smooth deep voice broke her out of her reverie.
She averted her gaze from the window to look at the ethereal figure sitting opposite her, with one long leg crossed over the other in an elegant poise.
"You seem tense." His voice was as airy as the ocean breeze but deep.
Tense, she was.
