The rain had basically stopped. The layers of clouds were dyed red by the setting sun.
Roland pushed open the guestroom door to see Margaret walking back and forth in front of the fireplace seeming rather agitated. The moment the guard Sean saw Roland coming, he bowed and left. Upon seeing Roland, Margaret hurriedly walked up and asked, "Your Highness, how's Lightning doing?"
Roland was startled, unexpecting such a response from her. He had speculated that she might be peaceful, angry, or maybe cold, but never expected that she would show any concern for Lightning.
"She's fine... only tired."
"Really? That's good." She looked relieved.
"You seem to care about her."
"She looks very much like her father, especially that pair of long and narrow eyes and her pointed nose... I can tell she must be Thunder's daughter."
