After the phone call with Damien, Amara did not know how long she sat in that position.
When she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, she looked up.
''The door was ajar so I came to check on you,'' Rafael stood near the door. The paleness on her face made him frown.
Rafael glanced at her phone that was lying beside her, ''Is something bothering you?" he stepped inside the room, ''Or is it someone?" his face darkened.
Amara shook her head, once and then she shook it twice when he still looked unconvinced, ''It was a call from my brother,'' she paused, ''He said that the queen is unwell.''
When he stood in front of her, Amara patted the spot next to her.
Rafael did not budge from where he stood.
Amara scooted a little to the side, ''Just sit here. Looking up at you will give me a neck sprain, you know,'' she smiled but the smile did not reach her eyes.
