Aria Point Of View.

“I wonder what is happening in the throne room right now.” I said to Nyra as I bit my lower lip.

The waiting and silence was slowly killing me.

It pressed against my ears like a weighted cloth, smothering my breath, my thoughts. I paced the room for what had to be the hundredth time, back and forth, back and forth, each step a little sharper than the last, as though movement alone could keep my chest from collapsing in on itself.

“Aria,” Nyra murmured, her ...