What Haldir said, was right because that was the perfect politics—not giving your enemy a chance to think about it much. At the back of her mind something was troubling her. It was possible that Niiya would sever the ties with her forever. It pained her to choose between her family and Niiya. Everyone was tied with each other some or the other way. Each person had his or her importance. Overthrowing Niiya would not be easy. The thoughts burdened her to the extent that while the men continued to talk, she got up from her place and trudged to the window to look outside.
The Cirrus clouds floated over the Wizard Kingdom. Her eyes went to Level Three. People must be busy with their daily chores. She placed her elbow on the windowsill and placed her head on her palm. She mentally berated herself for wanting to overthrow Niiya. Sluggishly, she looked at Dmitri. Pessimism took over thinking what the future would hold.
An excerpt from my new novel, The Silver Crescent Prince:
"That’s Whispering Eoben,” said Arawn. “It grows rarely in the forest.” Arawn turned towards it with a fluttery feeling his belly. The last he had seen it growing was some eight hundred years ago. Although he was the Gatekeeper but the Falshire Forests mystified him every now and then. A tree with dense foliage in the harsh winters was surely strange."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!