It was QUITE late into the night when the doors to his chambers slammed open. Amos frowned at the loud noise that disrupted him from his wine and the music playing in his head and sat up from his where he was lounging on the chaise lounge, about to reprimand the guards when he saw instead, the familiar face of his WIFE.
He tilted his head, and stared at her for a second, before inquiring, “Adela ? Is something wrong ?”
Placing the wine glass on the table, he stood up, staggering a bit on his first few steps. His mobility had been slightly compromised, though he shall never admit it, from the late night drinking he had partaken in all by himself. Then, making his way towards her, placed a hand on the small of her back and brushed strands of dark hair out of her face, “Did something happen ? You look...pale.”
Amos was rarely the somber type, as his childhood friend often pointed, rather angrily might he add. Yet seeing Adela so deeply perturbed made him shed some of his facade, though not enough to completely shake him out of his stupor. ( @adelaofnabar )