AIDEN.
"Ready?" I asked, clasping our hands together as we strolled towards the great hall.
It was around 10am, but it looked like the clouds were angry today, and at any moment, a heavy rainfall would descend. I wore my turban today, and a soft blue caftan with no cap. Nala wore one of those gowns made from ankara, which hugged her chest and fluffed at the end. She had her hair wrapped in a headgear, and her face was bare except for the kohl she had on her eyes.
"I'm nervous," Nala said, refusing to meet my gaze. Her palms were suddenly sweaty. "I'm nervous, Aiden." She was finally admitting it. She's been nervous since we left home. Throughout the drive here from the house, she didn't say much and constantly kept biting the nails off her free hand, since I had the other clasped in min
