He had gotten her note semi-early in the day. He had read it carefully as he let his fingers glide against the parchment, feeling where her feather pressed harder in some places then others. The small places were the ink ran. He would wonder if she had hesitated there to tell him something or was pondering a word. He read over it more then once. He memorized where the ink had ran too much and a letter looked like a smudge or where it looked nearly perfect and all those in between. As he ended his day, he folded the note two times and slipped it under his shirt sighing.
For a moment, he stopped in the hallway. One way went to his room and the other one went to hers. He could leave and go to his room or go and see her and see if he could fix this even though he didn't really understand her point at all. He sighed softly and turned towards her room. He had sent a servant he saw with orders that's they'd be dining together in her room.
Slowly he made the walk to her room and just outside the curtain that would open to her room. He paused. He could feel the tension as if it was a living being. It was choking. Finally he walked in. "You asked for my presence?"
For a moment, he stopped in the hallway. One way went to his room and the other one went to hers. He could leave and go to his room or go and see her and see if he could fix this even though he didn't really understand her point at all. He sighed softly and turned towards her room. He had sent a servant he saw with orders that's they'd be dining together in her room.
Slowly he made the walk to her room and just outside the curtain that would open to her room. He paused. He could feel the tension as if it was a living being. It was choking. Finally he walked in. "You asked for my presence?"
