The next morning breakfast was sent to my room, just like the other days, but this time there was a note with my tray. In thin, elegant handwriting it read,
"Miss Tarah, I believe that I have come to a solution to your problem. I wish
to speak with you about it. Please, meet me in the garden when you are done
with your meal. – Loki"
I ate quickly and had my maids help me dress even faster. I watched as they pulled my hair into a braid that hung down the center of my back. The dress they chose was a long, slim fitting gray, almost blue dress, the sleeves hung loosely around the top of my shoulders, almost like a shawl. From my bedroom window I could see the garden, hopefully I would be able to find it easily.
Walking briskly, I looked down at the small map in my hands that Loki had sent along with the letter telling me how to get to the garden. The directions seem easy enough, but with how big their kingdom is, it is so hard to tell where you are going.
"Lady Tarah!" I heard not too far ahead of me. When I looked up, Thor was walking towards me with his heavy stride. His face, as always looked so happy and excited, like a young child.
"Lady Tarah, you look well this morning. Did you rest well?"
"Why yes, thank you My Lord for the wonderful room. The view from my balcony is magnificent," my heart was pounding. I need to get to the garden.
"Might I ask," he began. "Have you spoken to my brother?" Thor's eyes looked concerned and his head tilted slightly.
"A.. A bit, My Lord. Why, may I ask?" I felt like he could hear my heart beat. I felt as if I were getting scolded. Thor's body shifted and he put his hand on the back of his neck.
"When the games were over last night, he came into the Great Hall and immediately started talking to the All Father about your kingdom. He was telling him about the madness that has come between the two kingdoms, then mentioned that such power was put onto your shoulders and about your father's condition, which I give my condolences about."
I could feel heat rising up behind my ears. I felt so ashamed for some reason, to put my problems in Loki's hands was childish and very inappropriate of me.
"Excuse me, My Lord." I skirted away, I could feel Thor's eyes on my back. How foolish of me, I don't know why I had confided my problems into such a stranger. And to tell the All Father, before I could even make a plan for myself. Oh, Tarah. You foolish, foolish girl.