The days did not exactly run by. The pit in Arabella's stomach only deepened as the fabric of time seemed to stretch thinner and thinner the closer their meeting with the council drew.
Arthur sat in front of the window the same way he did every morning after dressing up and taking his breakfast.
On that day, the young woman went specifically for her go to colors, green and gold thus matching her eye and hair color.
She did not know what to expect from the event, although an official missive asked her not to don anything on her head.
"Here comes another beautiful day!" her inhale was deep and long, as though forcing her tightened airways further open.
As per his usual, the man said nothing and reacted in no way.
Arabella had held out hope ever since Remus told them he was happy. Was it even true? Or perhaps the boy's sense was playing tricks on him?
That was a possibility to consider…
