When the young miss of the house returned a little past the time that dinner usually started, she heard a *troubling* piece of news from the servants. While the pair had been out most of the day, Qatrand had stopped for another visit… but left! Elua opened her mouth and her face grew a little distorted before she spoke again.
"Did... did 'he' say anything?"
The servant in charge of cleaning the nursery shook her head.
"No, miss. He waited for a while and played with your sister until she fell asleep, then simply departed."
The brunette's facade cracked worse, her eyes losing their luster. She barely registered the servant's concerned look as she stumbled towards her room. Once inside the heiress paced wildly, her thoughts spiraling.
'Why wouldn't she wait? Did I do something wrong? Was she only here for Onya today?'
Her fingers twisted anxiously in her hair.
