Chapter 71

Ariezel

After that day, Alys became even more withdrawn. Despite her claims to not accept him and to be unaffected by meeting Ambrose, she completely looked even more miserable as time went on.

Harriet and I eyed her as she came in, looking worn. Her eyes bore dark shadows that weren't there before from lack of sleep. Most times, Harriet and I constantly made brews for her to take to ensure her a night's rest, and too often tried to convince her to rest. It was only a few times that she accepted either.

Now, she looked so worn out. Her brunette hair that was normally packed in a bun was let down revealing the length. And was now also haggard with tiny hairs sticking out.

“Food is ready.” Harriet said tentatively. Only the day before she had dyed her hair again a more natural raven black that framed her face perfectly. Yet now, the color seemed to further accentuate the anxiousness in her expression as she looked at Alys.

Passing my glance back out to the brunette, I felt nothing but sy