63. Through Dance

XENDAYA.

When Agnarr returned to the hall, he came in with an entirely different mood. I don’t know where he went, but whatever happened has left him troubled and angry, even if he’s trying to hide it.

He had been gone for the entirety of the meal and had given clear orders for everyone to start eating in his absence, but although I waited and hoped he’d return, he didn’t until now.

I am beginning to pick up on the signs when something is bothering him. The way his eyes become cold, his shoulders tense, and the smirk on his face is almost non-existent and doesn’t reach his eyes.

He exchanges a few words with someone, but it’s obvious he is no longer in the mood to enjoy the evening.

I sigh inwardly wishing that wasn’t the case; the evening had started off to a good start.

I observe him and he glances up at me and suddenly I hope he’s able to calm down and enjoy the remainder of the night and that whatever is on his mind has not ruined this for him.

He was definitely in a good mo