Anxious
Lloyd crumpled the paper in his left hand. He looked ahead, as he ran his right fingers through his hair and scratched slightly at his nape.
What was she thinking? He thought inwardly while biting on his lower lip. He couldn't even begin to contemplate what might have happened to her.
If she didn't succeed in getting out of the castle, then a heavy punishment awaited her from the king.
No one was allowed to leave on their own accord, unless they were given the order by the King, Benjamin himself.
And if Hermione succeeded in leaving the castle, she wasn't safe outside either. There was plenty of harm along her way. Men could do all sorts of things to her once they laid their hands on a woman heading out at night.
'What kind of brain do you have?' He imagined inwardly.