Sorayah wandered through the palace, her feet moving aimlessly, with no specific destination in mind. The grand halls bustled with werewolf and human servants from different households, all attending to their duties, their eyes never straying toward her. She remained unseen, unnoticed, a ghost drifting through the castle.
Tears streamed silently down her cheeks, her arms wrapping around her own body in a feeble attempt at comfort. She walked until the noise of the crowd faded, replaced by the quiet hush of an isolated corridor. Only one other presence remained, a lone maid walking ahead of her, her posture stiff with purpose but Sorayah can't be bothered about her.
She exhaled sharply, biting her lip as fresh regret surged through her. If Dimitri hadn't stopped me, I would have made a terrible mistake tonight.
Her hands clenched into fists. And how dare I shout at him though? Now that bastard is going to make life a living hell for me.
