"Calden City feels crowded at night, is it because there are so many soldiers coming?" asked Marcella, staying in Arabelle's chamber to keep her company that night.
Arabelle was still sitting pensively on the edge of the bed, looking to the side as she realized that her husband was leaving for the battlefield for the second time. Now, Arabelle herself had no idea where Quentin was.
The lack of any response to Marcella's words made the woman look back and see Arabelle sitting listlessly with an aura of sadness surrounding her. Marcella was touched, walked over to Arabelle and grasped her sister's cold hand; not because of illness but the cold night air that blew in through the chamber's open balcony door.
"Are you worried about him?" Marcella asked.
Arabelle sighed and nodded briefly. She still felt afraid that Quentin would go to war, especially since the escalation of the war this time was much greater than the Northcrest-Telmarath war.
