~13~

Ivory had been locked in her room all afternoon, Her eyes never leaving the yellow pages of her new book. Three times, Macaria and Melinoe had tried to get her to look up at them long enough to be convinced to join them for dinner, but Ivory was far too invested in the things she was reading at the time.

After the two of them had finally given up, either hours or mere seconds could have past and Ivory would have never known before there was a soft knock on the door.

"Ivy?" Came Charlie's voice through the door. Ivory ignored him.

"Ivy," He called again, "Mr. Anne sent me up to fetch you for dinner. It's against the rules to skip meals you know."

Ivory huffed a long, exasperated sigh as she dog--eared her page and closed the book. When she opened the door, Charlie looked as if he had just come in from being out on the grounds. His long hair was falling in front of his eyes, and his red seamed cloak hung loosely on his shoulders.