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12: A Luna’s Treatment

Arnold’s POV

Layla’s feet drummed the floor for the millionth time since we’d arrived in the dining hall for breakfast and I wondered what had gotten her so worked up. She’d been absentmindedly picking at the fruit on her plate too and I couldn't figure out what any of that was about, but it bothered me greatly.

Could it be that I’d made the transition from letting her enjoy her meals in her room to making her seat in the dining hall with me too fast? Wasn't she comfortable enough with being around me yet? Did she have complaints about her stay in the palace she didn't trust me enough to share them with?

Several questions flooded my mind as to why Layla was jittery and seemingly nervous, but I had no idea which of those questions applied to how she was feeling, and neither did I have a tangible answer to them. So, I decided that rather than dwelling aimlessly on the thoughts I’d been entertaining, it would be much better to hear directly from the horse’s mouth.

“Layla, darling” I calle
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