Chapter Fifty-eight

NIA'S POV

As I saw Arthur stomp away, clearly going upstairs, I feared for Elsa. I wondered what was happening up there. The dining table was rounded with me, Ursula, Andrew, and some members of the Conbraids. Silas was still uncomfortable, his face when Arthur requested he sit next to me told me that much. He kept on tossing the chicken on his plate, avoiding eye contact with me. It went on for too long, I had to break the silence.

"How did you see the mansion? Hope your leg doesn't hurt from all that walking?" I tried joking, maybe that would make him comfortable, but it didn't.

"Great, I enjoyed the view. You hardly see a place so homely and so sophisticated nowadays. It even has a love garden." He said, laughing to himself. It sounded great. I didn't know if I was supposed to be thinking about how good his