Pen hurriedly pulled her dry clothes from the line as the clouds got dark. It seemed like it was going to rain. She folded them quickly, praying that the rain would not meet her outside.
When she was done picking the clothes, she turned and ran towards the Castle. She had not run for long when she saw someone familiar standing in front of her with arms folded.
Pen's legs came to a halt when her eyes met the man in front of her. His gaze were fierce and he was staring at her as though trying to burrow into her soul.
She derailed as she walked to him and greeted. When Azriel saw the look on her face, he knew immediately that she knew about the gifts that were sent to the wrong person and had not said a thing.
She must really not want anything to do with him. He thought as she stood in front of him.
""My lord;" Pen greeted. She waited a while and when Azriel did not say anything, she bowed and turned to leave but he held her hand, stopping her.
