With heavy steps, Octavia wandered through the corridors of the castle not due to fatigue or exhaustion, but because she felt hollow inside, and all she wanted was for time to pass quickly.
With indifference and gloomy expressions, she stopped near one of the windows and gazed out at the lively town. Then, she began surveying the surrounding area and the roads leading into it. Deep inside, she wholeheartedly wished to see the person occupying her thoughts.
She let out a long sigh quietly, "My lord, when will you return? I miss your company."
She raised her hand and placed it on her chest, feeling her irregular heartbeat, then sighed. She had finally realized the nature of her feelings toward Arthur; she liked him. Not in the casual, friendly way she'd thought at first, but in that subtle, heart-fluttering way that crept up on her when she wasn't paying attention.
