Althea sighed heavily, frustration bubbling within her as she plopped onto her bed. She released a deep breath, her mind trying desperately to forget about Darian and his infuriating mood swings. She knew he was unpredictable, but it didn't make it any less irritating.
She sat up with an irritated huff and muttered under her breath, "How dare he? He acts all nice and sweet one moment, and then, boom, change of character."
Her frustration continued to grow, and she groaned in frustration as she lay back down on the bed, her emotions running rampant. It was hard for her to understand him, to anticipate his next move.
But then, after a few moments of brooding, Althea released a resigned sigh and turned her gaze toward the secret door concealed behind an elegant tapestry. Her eyes locked onto it, and she couldn't help but consider what mysteries lay beyond that door.