Although it was not explicit, Amara could figure out that Rafael was probably trying to keep track of who was an ally and who was a threat to the royal family, and in extension, to her.
She reached out her hand and slowly took the papers from him. Probably because his grip was not strong, she was able to get the papers from him without waking him up. She arranged them neatly and placed them on the other side of the couch before directing her gaze back to him.
''Silly....'' Amara mumbled under her breath. For all the nagging he aimed at her on an everyday basis, he was the one to sleep in the living room in such cold weather, wearing a plain T-shirt and track pants.
She stood up and walked back to her room. Once Amara entered her room, a pair of green eyes eyes opened in the dark, holding an unreadable expression in them.
