You seem less giddy than I would normally expect," Damon finally remarked, breaking the silence that had stretched on for almost a minute now. There was a note of concern in his voice.
As we walked, the steady, rhythmic sound of our boots crunching against the sandy ground provided the only accompaniment to the weighty silence that had descended upon us.
My continued silence seemed to baffle Damon, his friendly jibe met only with the impenetrable wall of my stoic facade.
Turning to face me, his brows furrowed in confusion, Damon sought to break through the silence that had settled between us
"Seriously dude, what is the matter?" He asked.
As I shook my head, my steps continuing to carry me forward, my mind struggled to find the words to express the turmoil that churned within me.
What could I tell Damon? That I was frustrated with the palace's constraints, longing for the freedom to pursue my own path and my own ambitions?
