The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the footsteps in the hallway. Suzy sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the courtyard below, her heart heavy with worry. Two days had passed since Ryan had left, and she hadn't heard a single word from him. No message, no letter, nothing, not even a whispered word from a passing servant.
A wave of anxiety washed over her, leaving her breathless. "He should be here by now," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "Two days is too long."
The silence became agonizing. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves in the garden, sent a jolt of fear through her. Was something wrong? Was he injured? Was he in danger? The possibilities, each more terrifying than the last, swirled in her mind, threatening to consume her.