I need to be careful?
For what possible reason did I need to be careful? Of course, questions such as this one plagued me for the remainder of the evening. The fact that the dinner table had been submerged in silence after that didn’t help me much either. My mind was a busy place, and I was sure that anyone who knew me would have been able to pick up on it, would have been able to take note of it on my features.
By the time that we had finally finished desert and been excused, I was exhausted. I was exhausted to the point where I was certain that I would collapse the moment that I found myself in my chambers—but I knew that I couldn’t simply do that. Not now. I needed to find answers, needed to find out why my father had asked me that question, and I needed to find out why everyone had
