There was something about the air in the grand hall, or perhaps it was just Neveah but suddenly, the air had become too thin, it was now too difficult to breathe.
Neveah's chest felt stuffy, like a heavy weight was laid on it, crushing down and in any moment, she would cave in.
There were all kinds of emotions barraging her, emotions that she could hardly recognize and Neveah could only gasp quietly for breath.
"Veah...are you okay?" Menarx whispered to Neveah.
Though his voice was low, his words did not escape the attention of Xenon and King Jian and their reconciliation was halted as both turned to her.
Theirs were not the only eyes on Neveah, everyone in the room now watched Neveah.
"I'm fine...His Grace will need to speak with Lord Xenon, I will take a walk." Neveah murmured beneath her breath.
"Veah..." Menarx began to say but Neveah held unto his hand.
