As Arella reached for the door to her chambers, she hesitated for just a moment, her fingers grazing the polished handle. It felt like her nerves were eating her from the inside out.
She had not stepped a foot out of the room since she got married after all. What difference would another day make? She could very well stay in all day and have the designers come to the room and the king have breakfast with her here. She didn't have to leave the room at all.
Arella shook her head, tempted to smack herself. Since when had she become such a wimp? That was not her style at all, and she refused to let nerves get the best of her.
She felt a familiar energy outside her bedroom door, which she immediately opened. She was greeted by the sight of Echo standing outside. Its eyes turned to her, and it let out a low rumble from its chest.
