After convincing Ciara to pull herself together and dragging Riley out of bed, we started what I expected would be a long, exhausting day of soothing my sister's growing panic.
Riley, bless her, had opted to stay back in our chambers with a book, after mumbling something about "letting the sisters bond."
I could hardly blame her. Dealing with Ciara's emotional rollercoaster required a kind of stamina that even I struggled to summon sometimes.
As we strolled through the castle corridors, I noticed Ciara's usual confident stride was nowhere to be found. She looked tense, her steps a bit too fast, and her eyes darted around as if searching for an escape route.
It was unsettling, to say the least, seeing her like this. Normally, Ciara walked into every room as if she owned the place and, to be fair, she usually did in some metaphorical way. But today? Today she was fidgety, and it was unnerving.
