"Princess, Her Majesty has called for you urgently." An elven maid stood respectfully in front of Seraphine. The maid lowered her head respectfully toward Seraphine before quietly turning around and leaving the room without waiting for her.
As soon as the door closed behind her, a heavy silence settled over the chamber. Seraphine stood frozen in place while nervously biting her thumb, her anxiety so obvious that it was impossible to miss.
She was not the only one feeling uneasy, either. Since returning to their room earlier, both she and her friends had been unable to sit still for more than a few moments at a time.
They paced around, fidgeted with their clothes, and repeatedly exchanged worried glances, each of them knowing exactly what awaited Seraphine. They personally were aware of Selena's temper, especially in things related to Sera; she was overly protective and enforcing.
William, on the other hand, remained completely relaxed.
