When Penelope arrived at Azriel's castle, the Commander General was at the gates to welcome her. He stood there as the chariot rode in; hands clasped behind his back, dressed in his casual wear, aqua ombre hair being tossed by the wind, and the crooked smile dancing on his lips, he was the image of a heartbreaker.
She got down from the chariot, refusing the hand he held out to her to help her down. Confused, Azriel followed her as she walked hastily towards the castle.
"What is wrong? Did something happen between you and Neera?" He asked.
"Nothing happened, my Lord. I have work to get back to," Penelope said, her steps still racing.
Azriel held her hand to stop her. When he turned her face at him, he didn't miss the dried tear stains on her face.
All his alarms went up. "What happened?"
