Ambush

The darkness was threatening to cover the sky, the wind was floating snowflakes in the air when Alora finally returned, her steps were slow and deliberate. Her red hair was damp from the snow, and her eyes lacked their usual spark even after she met Arihan's gaze. 

She offered a small smile to Helena, who waited in her chambers. "I'm fine," Alora said quietly, preempting any questions.

Helena hesitated but nodded. "You should rest." She didn't want to cause another trouble for Alora.

"I will. But first…" Alora glanced at one of the guards. "Send an apology to Lord Vincent." Helena raised an eyebrow as it should have been Arihan who should apologize to Vincent. Anyway, she nodded but said nothing.

Alora dismissed Helena as she added. "I need the evening alone," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Helena hesitated, her eyes scanning Alora's expression. There was no anger, no sadness—just an emptiness that made her chest ache.