An Attack

"Are you sure we shouldn't walk out of here together?" Arabelle asked, her eyes meeting Rafe's.

Rafe shook his head slowly. "Walk out when I invite you. I want to introduce you properly as the next queen to my people."

He gave her hand a reassuring pat, but then his expression darkened slightly. Her hands were colder than ice. "Are you really that nervous? What's bothering you?"

Arabelle's lips pressed into a thin line as she shook her head. She couldn't bring herself to tell him about the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest. She didn't understand it, but something felt terribly off.

She shook her head again and smiled up at him," Just go and do it. I'll come when needed."

Rafe wanted to question her about what was bothering her but he nodded, unsure if he should pressure her. But then, he took a deep sigh and walked onto the podium.

The room grew quiet as he made his way to the podium. Even his footsteps echoed in the large hall.