Chapter 94: Too Tired To Function
"*What are you thinking about?*" Arawn asked absentmindedly as he dabbed his quill into the intricately carved golden inkwell before starting a new letter.
Evanna blinked and parted her lips about to respond, but her sluggish brain alerted her to something unusual. At first, she didn’t know what it was, so she looked at the prince, who had not looked up from his work and did not see the mess she seemed to have become from such a simple question. That was until she processed that the prince had asked his question in Muranthian.
"I’m sorry.." She finally replied slowly. "I do not understand what you said."
The prince must have forgotten she ’did not speak the language’; he was so engrossed in his work that he must have picked it up after writing in the dialect. Arawn glanced up and gazed at her from across the room for a few seconds. Evanna wondered what he was thinking about as he looked at her. Maybe he was tired?
He slowly looked back down to his papers and asked again, "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh. Erm," Evanna sighed and looked into the flames of the fireplace as she felt a little unsettled. "I was just thinking about my father and how I would spend time with him in his study as a child."
Arawn placed his quill in the inkwell and gazed at her with a furrowed brow, "And how was it? It doesn’t sound very...fun."
Evanna smiled as she continued to stare at the dancing flames. "It was wonderful. Peaceful. He taught me a lot, and I didn’t mind as long as I was with him. It was only me and father, no sister, no step-" Evanna snapped her mouth shut, and she glanced at the prince, hoping he did not catch on. But his features showed that he did as he raised a brow at her in question. "No servants." She finished and locked her gaze with his; she was not about to tell him more about her life.
Evanna was tired and had to remind herself to still tread carefully around him, even if she did feel unusually settled in his chamber. That didn’t take away the facts of who she was and who she stole from. The prince clicked his tongue and picked up his quill again, but Evanna did not care for his agitation; she was happy that he didn’t try to question her more.