The Inn

I can’t find any words to break this awkward silence.

We are sitting face to face together inside the carriage, the sound of the creaking of the woods, the wheels on the roads when it hits a rock, and the shaking inside made it hard for me to concentrate on writing in my small journal I kept with me. The carriage shook violently and my pen slipped, making a huge ugly line across the paper of my small booklet which made me so frustrated.

The Emperor, Alpha Aster focused himself on watching the forest outside with his hand propped on the side of his face, his lips in a straight line. The stoic expression on his face made me feel more uncomfortable now that we are the only people inside this beautiful carriage. Is he starting to regret that I am the person he chose to be with him in this important meeting with his friend?

Alpha Aster must have noticed my heavy sigh and spoke, “You can’t write in here, Eodelle,” he looked at me through the corner of his eyes, looking as bored as I am, “Ma