Wrath

The dinning hall was empty and indeed something appetizing was prepared for her, and it made her stomach grumbled at first sight. Eva paused when he pulled out a chair for her. She stared at him confused but moved to avoid making it any more awkward than it already was. He waited behind her chair until she was comfortably seated and grew wary when he lingered behind her. Evangeline shivered slightly when his dark gloved hands pushed the loose strands of her hair from her face, over her shoulders before plaiting it into a simple knot down her back.