Chapter 232: Unnatural
Arabella’s eyes opened at dawn, with the first stretch of violet severing the northern hills from the night sky.
Within her burned this urge to leap out of bed and run straight into Silas’ arms.
It scared her to know that she’d have done it had she not been aware it was a result of the Mirari.
The desire to capture that hint of fresh wood that always lingered on him was strong. The need to lose her way in his diamonds dire...
But the young woman held strong, putting her best efforts into grounding her feet in reality.
Every time her mind threatened to cave, the image of Edna would flash before her eyes. The thought of sharing her fate alone had that effect.
After her morning routine, Arabella paced back and forth in her room, very tightly clutching at the skirt of her gown whenever the voices screaming at her to seek him out grew too loud to contain.
Thankfully, the grinding of the breakfast trolley came to distract her from it all.
"Morning, Miss!" Ada chirped, "It is quite the lovely day today!"
However, no matter how bright the maid tried to come across, something unkind tainted her features. It prevailed through her voice as well.
"Morning, Ada!" Arabella’s pitch rose too, "Is everything alright with you?"
"Yes, yes," she nodded furiously, "In all honesty, I feel as though I should ask you that question,"