Caught Dead

"Are you still drunk?" Sophia asked, her eyes narrowed.

Clarisse inhaled. 

"Of course not," she answered.

"I'm on edge, Soph," she said, looking around nervously. 

Sophia inwardly groaned. 

She then exhaled deeply.

"Want to talk about it, Claire?" She offered, wondering if what Clarisse was thinking was up for discussion in the first place.

Clarisse felt herself recoil at the thought.

She lowered her head, shaking her head. 

"I guess not then," Sophia nodded understandingly. 

Clarisse choked back a sob. 

Sophia had been preparing for something like this. Life being a royal wasn't easy, despite all the perks it had, and all the luxuries royals had access to. 

With the room already dreadfully quiet, and Clarisse seated on the sofa, Sophia took a seat next to her. 

She thought to herself, 'Step one accomplished, sitting with your friend in a designated and quiet spot.'